Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife - Chapter 1.2

The little servant followed behind him. “Young—”

The word ended spontaneously.

The courtyard was packed with people. Under the moonlight, a servant dressed as a steward knelt on the ground, kowtowing his head with a “bang” sound.

“Your Highness, please have mercy! Your Highness, please have mercy! While this servant was distracted in the afternoon, Young Master Meng had already knocked into the pillar. It was this servant’s mistake. This servant had failed in his duty, begging Your Highness to spare this servant’s life. Begging Your Highness to be merciful! “

The servant’s voice was frightened and distorted. He prostrated himself on the ground and crawled forward but was kicked away unceremoniously by a black boot peeking out from the shadow of the flowers.

The male voice was extremely low and deep.

“Knowing you have neglected your duty but didn’t go to receive punishment?”

The servant’s face was pale. “Your Highness….”

It was too late to plead. Two lines of armored soldiers had come out behind him, pressing the steward’s calf with a leg vise, then held his armpits and dragged him away into the darkness.

Then, the steward’s pig-like howl sounded.

“Ahhhhhhh, Your Highness, please have mercy! Your Highness, please have mercy!”

This broken voice caused a chill down Meng Huan’s back.

Standing tyrant… was a fully justified reputation.

Meng Huan wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, closed the door, and went into the house, but the low voice hovered above his head, softly asking. “Who?”

It was so chilling that it looked like it could cut the skin off a person.

Meng Huan did not expect to meet the prince regent so quickly. He stiffened his neck and looked carefully along the shadows of the flower branches to see a figure standing there.

The young man was extremely tall; the hem of his robe reached the ground, the inner red garment was embroidered with dark gold patterns, a brocade embroidered coiled dragon was woven on each shoulder, and the belt was ringed with ribbons. His posture was as erect as a noble person, one hand was gathered in the sleeve, and the other slowly rolled a white jade string of beads.

The beads were rolled one by one in his hand. When he was scolding the servant, his fingertips did not stop.

Meng Huan could not see his features in the shadows, only a vague feeling of a sharp nose, thin lips, and eyes covered with a layer of the snow-white veil brought over the back of his ear and bound in the jade crown on top of the head.

–Seeing this white veil, Meng recognized it; this was Prince Regent Lin Bozhou.

The treacherous minister.

Inwardly brutal like Asura, outwardly handsome like Buddha’s child.

The little servant licked his lips and asked, “Young, Young Master, are you still running away?”

“…………”

Meng Huan looked at him coolly. “Shut up.”

Lin Bozhou stood there without much movement. When he heard the steward scream mournfully, he gently raised his hand.

The soldiers immediately put down their sticks and brought up the steward with a bloodied back.

Shan Xing, the Qingke* behind him, spoke: “What bad luck. You couldn’t even watch a person. Just know to play pai gow and polo. Your lowly life will be spared today. If you repeat it next time, His Highness will not let you off lightly.”

*Qingke: The term refers to a scholar who used to help out in the homes of the noble and wealthy.

The steward cried, “This servant understood. This servant understood. Thank you for Your Highness’ grace.”

“Get lost.” Shan Xing instructed his subordinates, “Carry him back.”

Seeing the steward being carried away, the courtyard returned to silence.

During the brief silence, Meng Huan felt that Prince Regent Lin Bozhou’s gaze fell on himself again.

Meng Huan’s back went cold straight away.

He felt like a weak little rabbit being pinched by Lin Bozhou at his fingertips, recklessly squeezing his ears and touching his belly without daring to say a word.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Meng Huan plucked up courage, smiled at him stiffly, and said, “H-Husband….”

Lin Bozhou’s eyes lost some maliciousness through the veil, but the chilling feeling when looking at people did not diminish. He half turned his head sideways, and hair strands fell to cover the corners of his forehead while his lips softly curled.

A lighter voice blew along the wind.

“Isn’t it said that the temperament is very strong?”

Meng Huan: “…………”

A sentence that directly made Meng Huan grasp his scalp.

It’s over; the persona wasn’t done right.

In the original book, Meng Huan was the only man head-on hard against the prince regent’s cruel and tyrannical acts. He was not only not killed by a thousand swords but was also respected and courteously put in a high position.

This was not only because Meng Huan was brilliant and good-looking but also because he had a lofty temperament and was prideful, always despising the treacherous Lin Bozhou.

–Simply speaking, the prince regent preferred an intelligent person with a strong nature.

Woo….

Meng Huan slowly exhaled a breath.

For the sake of his life, it was time to imitate the intelligent persona of a lofty and proud man.

In the eyes of the crowd, the young gentleman standing dazed in the doorway suddenly looked spirited, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, his fair appearance was full of contemplation, and even his eyes were narrowed.

Meng Huan’s appearance belonged to a fresh and handsome look, with eyebrows and eyes stretched, looking extremely warm, while the narrow corners of the eyes added a little feminine beauty. When making a calm face, it was also somewhat gloomy.

Meng Huan braced his head and scratched his hair.

It would be advantageous if he copied the utterly intelligent persona. After all, he had just finished reading this book two days ago. Being familiar with the original book’s plot was generally the biggest golden finger for those who transmigrated.

Meng Huan scratched his hair again.

…… 600,000 words of the novel were mostly forgotten.

Meng Huan tried to recall a bit of historical knowledge.

Almost forgotten too.

Meng Huan: “…………”

“Crash—”

Meng Huan heard the sound of his poised world of power and conspiracy collapsing in front of his blank brain.

Was the most intelligent and brilliant persona something he could imitate?!

At the same time, a level 8 gale rolled up in Meng Huan’s brain, accompanied by a mechanical sound beginning to scream frantically: Help me! Save me! Save me!

“……”

–

The courtyard was silent for a long time. The wind brushed through the thick green branches of the tree canopy and slightly dispersed them, scattering moonlight all over the courtyard.

The door was opened with a snap as Lin Bozhou stepped on the platform and came to the front. He was so tall that his back blocked part of the moonlight, and the shadow fell in front of Meng Huan, wrapping him into the shadow without effort.

The shadows fell, sending off the heat from his body.

Lin Bozhou turned his face sideways and lowered his eyes. “What do you want to say?”

Meng Huan was dazed for a long time, his expression hovering between the desire to speak, anger, despair, and remorse. At this time, he finally returned to his senses and eyed the murderous and brutal prince regent before him.

…… Help.

Meng Huan was no longer as invigorating as when he first transmigrated into the book but became apathetic. His heart was ashen. Only a little fire flickered, and that was the survival instinct.

He took a deep breath, tilted his head, and smiled refreshingly at Lin Bozhou as if nothing had happened.

“?”

Lin Bozhou gently pursed his teeth and deepened his gaze.

Then, Meng Huan seemed to pull his garment slightly open unintentionally. Under the silk fabric, the young man’s slim bone shape was sinuous and beautiful, and his complexion was as white as porcelain with a slight pinkish tint.

He coughed. “Is Husband not tired of going to court today?”

The voice was clearly trying to be seductive but slightly raw and stiff.

Coughing again, he gently pulled at his sleeve. “…… I had better serve you in the bed.”

“……”

The author has something to say:

Huan Huan: Why did this young master transmigrate into this book after a lifetime of kindness?