Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

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Meng Huan: “Replying to Your Highness, not tired ……”

For some reason, he was a little unaccustomed to this type of Lin Bozhou, which appeared life-like, and always felt that it was too much like …… a dear husband waiting for him under the covers.

But Meng Huan knew that blurring the concepts, “The person in power who can take his lowly life at any time” and “Dear husband,” would be a big mistake.

His mind told him never to fall in love.

Meng Huan was still thinking for one second, but Lin Bozhou’s wrist came out in the next, resting on his back and gently embracing him into his arms.

— Like hugging a toy doll.

He was gently patted on the back.

“It’s late at night; go to sleep.”

“……”

Meng Huan’s head rested against the side of his neck.
His face was pressed against something hot, and unsurprisingly, it was the collarbone under Lin Bozhou’s lapel.
For a moment, Meng Huan remembered his “magnificent” and “durable” murder weapon, and his ears became red— so red that it was killing him.

It was hard for couples without emotional foundations who wanted skin-to-skin contact.

Meng Huan slept uncomfortably and let his imaginations run wild, only falling asleep in a daze late at night.
But after he fell asleep, a movement sounded in his ears.

Lin Bozhou was awake at some point with his head bowed, his long fingers tidying his lapel and dark hair cascading down.
His jade white jacket was draped over his shoulders; he was seemingly about to get up.

Meng Huan thought it was dawn and looked up in a daze to see stillness outside the window; the light shining through the window mullion was also dull.

“Is Your Highness going to the toilet?” Meng Huan asked.

“No,” Lin Bozhou laughed.
“This prince is going to the court.”

“Going to court?!”

“Your Highness, it’s already choushi*.” The eunuch outside the door said.

Choushi, that would be two or three o’clock in the morning.
Meng Huan was confused.
“So early?”

*Choushi: 1 – 3 am (in the system of two-hour subdivisions used in ancient times).

“The morning court is at maoshi*.
This prince has to go to the cabinet to deal with documents at yinshi* and then go to Taiji Hall to wait for the ministers at maoshi, as usual.” Lin Bozhou gently touched his head.
“If Madam feels tired, he can continue to rest.”

*Maoshi: 5 – 7 am (in the system of two-hour subdivisions used in ancient times).

*Yinshi: 3 – 5 am (in the system of two-hour subdivisions used in ancient times).

Meng Huan clutched the quilt and was quite shocked.
He remembered that several generations of Great Zhong’s emperors were muddleheaded, not attending court, not dealing with political affairs, and not establishing a crown prince.
Some practiced Daoism, some played with beauties, some were slow-witted, and some could only play Go.

When Lin Bozhou was in power, he created a gale, sweeping away these unhealthy trends and laziness— but he still didn’t expect Lin Bozhou to be so ambitious!

How could a treacherous minister be so ambitious?

How could the faithful officials live?