This Young Master got the Su Daji script.
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Meng Huan: “?”
Meng Huan looked down at the painting he had unthinkingly created. Not only was it explicit, but he also drew Lin Bozhou and his face on the two figures.
“…”
He quickly crumbled his drawing into a ball and tossed it into the trash can.
This was too scary.
He was on the verge of tears just from the frightening thought of Lin Bozhou making love.
Someone entered through the door and reported, “Madam.”
“What is it?”
“An invitation from His Royal Highness.”
Meng Huan was confused. “Isn’t Lin Bozhou entertaining a guest right now? Why would he call for me?”
The servant replied, “This servant is not sure. It is something about a relative coming to visit you.”
A relative?
The original host does have relatives, but they were just friends and family from the Ministry of Rites. Who was so adept in trickery that they were able to come straight to the Regent Prince’s compound to see him?
Puzzled, he dropped what he was doing and, after leaving his ink brush and washing his hands, he followed the servant to the front tea room.
In the front tea room of Prince Regent’s courtyard, Lin Bozhou was sitting in the seat of honor, a glossy wooden armchair, with his arms lazily resting on the armrest. Although young in age, he had the skill of speaking with an affected tone of voice. Instead of sitting insubstantially like a weak young man in an unsuitably high position, he sat with an air of unattainable nobility.
“Madam is here.”
“Husband.” Meng Huan called out appropriately.
After his greeting, he noticed the middle-aged man beside Lin Bozhou.
He was dressed in satin clothes, with a flowing beard and upright facial features. His hair was tied back with a band, a kind worn by distinguished noblemen in this time period. There was a vague smile on the man’s face, looking kind and inviting a chat.
This should be that powerful relative, right?
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Meng Huan was startled for a moment. Because he did not recognize the man, he just smiled and nodded.
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“The two of you, take your time talking.”
Lin Bozhou’s eyes were half closed, showing a faint trace of amusement. He was clearly the cause of all Meng Huan’s tragedies, yet he acted like an irrelevant party, and he almost had the air of a man leisurely watching a family falling apart.
Meng Huan finally remembered who this man was. Lu Shi, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, was a good friend of his father. The man looked like he wanted to cry. Meng Huan wanted to say a few words to ease the stiff atmosphere, but he came up with nothing, so he went with, “Lu-shu…”
Lu Shi was tearing up, but because Lin Bozhou, the great treacherous minister, was watching them like a tiger eyeing his prey, the old man choked back his tears and asked, “How has madam been?”
This was a concern on behalf of his friend, who was banished and sent to serve in the army. No matter how stupid Meng Huan was, he knew his father had offended Lin Bozhou. If his father’s friend expressed pity and regret, it would displease Lin Bozhou, who in turn would vent it out on him.
In order to make the treacherous minister less angry, Meng Huan decided to report good news instead of the bad, “Lu-shu, I am doing well here. His Royal Highness has treated me with nothing but kindness. There are all sorts of dishes served here, more than a dozen different kinds in each three meals, so I have been eating well. He also gave me a big courtyard, and appointed me many maids and servants. For me to be able to eat without doing anything, it is simply a perfect life.”
In order to please Lin Bozhou, Meng Huan added through his gritted teeth, “It is my good fortune to be able to marry His Royal Highness as a concubine.”
This was a pretty outrageous statement.
Lu Shi nodded as his expression shifted to forbearance.
Meng Huan was fearful inside, able to guess why the old man was upset.
His own father was sent to the army post at Fengxiang County as a punishment for impeaching Lin Bozhou, who could be said to be a foe with a hand in harming his father. Yet he kept bringing up how well His Royal Highness was treating him. What did all of this mean?
Although Lu Shi was not happy with the answers, he did not show it on his face. He bowed and ended the pleasantries, “Madam, please take care of yourself.”
“Lu-shu, you as well.”
After their idle chat, Lin Bozhou showed a plastic smile at Meng Huan’s answer and idly fiddled with the lid on his tea cup. Lu Shi immediately read the message behind it, that he was overstaying his welcome. “Your Royal Highness, then this subject will take his leave.”
“See the guest away.”
As the figure disappeared through the door, Meng Huan did not mention anything about Lu Shi, instead he asked, “Your Royal Highness, when is lunch?”
Lin Bozhou gave him a profound look, as if toying with him, before he smiled inexplicably and said, “How about now, Madam?”
–
Outside the Prince Regent’s compound, Lu Shi walked out of the building with his face full of frustration.
A young gentleman with sharp and handsome eyes and brows was waiting anxiously. Seeing the Vice Minister coming out, he rushed forward and asked, “Father, how is A-Huan?”
Lu Nanxing was Meng Huan’s childhood friend. They grew up together, and with Lu Shi’s official status being higher than Meng Xueming’s, Meng Huan had also once served as his study companion.
With a sorrowful expression, Lu Shi recounted their reunion.
Lu Nanxing’s expression changed dramatically. “What? Has A-Huan been bribed by this bastard traitor’s money and is already clinging to him for benefits?! How dare he!”
But Lu Shi subconsciously shook his head. “Not possible, young Meng Huan is not such a person.”
The two stared at each other in silence in the midst of the crowded streets.
Suddenly, as if it finally dawned on him, Lu Shi showed great shock and gasped, “I am certain it is absolutely impossible for young Meng Huan to be this obedient and gentle to His Royal Highness. Could it be that he feared we would worry, and deliberately said those words to pacify us?”
Lu Nanxing instantly clapped in agreement. “A-Huan is very much like Meng-shu, he will never capitulate at His Royal Highness’s feet. Besides, A-Huan is clever and sharp…He must have another purpose to be like this.”
The two began to ponder in silence. After a while, Lu Nanxing suddenly seized his father’s hands and exclaimed, “Meng-shushu was sent away to Fengxiang County to serve a penal sentence, with his future bleak and life uncertain. Could A-Huan have already lost the desire to live and the only thing that is keeping him alive is his plot to gain the Prince Regent’s favor through flattery, then become like a beauty who assassinates the sovereign??”
Lu Shi’s expression changed again. After analyzing this possibility, it seemed that it was the only theory that really matched the reason for the drastic change in Meng Huan’s temperament.
The two men continued to stand in the middle of the street with a sad look of autumnal twilight.
After a while, Lu Nanxing stomped his foot and huffed, “If A-Huan really has such an idea, I doubt we can persuade him out of it. Why don’t I write him a letter and ask about his true plans for staying there? Father, what do you think?”
Lu Shi closed his eyes as a memory of Meng Xueming’s disheveled appearance on the day of his departure to Fengxiang County flashed through his mind. He neither shook nor nodded his head
Lu Nanxing said in haste, “Then I will write the letter this instant and have someone deliver it.”
–
Meng Huan finished serving Lin Bozhou their lunch, then retired to the cool waterside pavilion to paint whatever was on his mind and train his landscape painting skills.
Feng Zhi, the maid beside him, admired the painting and sighed in awe, “Madam is amazing!”
Meng Huan giggled. “It’s really nothing!”
The maids usually did nothing but work and play Cuju or Pai Gow. Therefore, what Meng Huan was doing was very new to them and they muttered nonstop around him.
After finishing a painting, Meng Huan went to wash his brush with the water, and his surroundings finally quieted down. Then, a figure came behind him. “Madam, you dropped something.”
Meng Huan looked back to see a clean and tidy young servant handing something wrapped in cloth to him.
Meng Huan denied, “That’s not mine.”
The young servant took on a sense of urgency. “Madam, take it, it really is yours!” After that, he stuffed the cloth package into Meng Huan’s hands, surveyed his surroundings to make sure no one noticed, before taking his leave quickly.
What?
Meng Huan stroked his chin in confusion. Then he unwrapped it and found it was a letter inside.
A letter? For me? As Meng Huan was about to tear it open on the spot, he remembered the young servant’s jumpy appearance. This letter was obviously sent in secret.
Whatever. Meng Huan shoved the letter in his pocket and went back to his courtyard.
It was not until late at night that Meng Huan lit the oil lamp and opened the letter.
But when he saw the contents on the letter, he suddenly froze in place as if he had been splashed with cold water.
Help! Everything was written in traditional Chinese characters!
It is also in the semi-cursive script!
Classical Chinese grammar!
Meng Huan widened his eyes and tried with all his might to read the letter, with the classical Chinese education he had from senior highschool, and all of his brainpower to analyze the key content of this letter.
But half a quarter of an hour later, Meng Huan walked wearily to the door and looked left and right at his attendants. “Which of you has some education?”
A lanky male servant stepped forward and said, “Madam, this humble one knows how to read.”
Meng Huan said, “Come here and read this letter for me.”
“Right away.” The servant nodded hastily.
Meng Huan instructed, “Read this.” Then he added, “Read it very slowly and more than once.”
The servant read the content of the letter word by word.
Meng Huan understood the first paragraph, it was cussing at Lin Bozhou.
In the second paragraph, when the servant read the words ‘internal agent’, ‘intelligence’, and ‘assassination’, he frowned slightly and looked toward Meng Huan in disbelief.
“What is the meaning of this letter?”
The servant wiped the cold sweat off of his forehead and simplified, “The letter is asking if madam is staying here for the purpose of seducing His Royal Highness and passing intelligence, or trying to assassinate His Royal Highness?”
Meng Huan: “…”
The author has something to say:
Huan-bao: My game experience is getting worse : )
However, hurray on starting a new instance dungeon~
The translator has something to say:
Teo: Hey guys, because the nature of this novel (ancient and experienced TLC who leaves very informative notes), there are a lot of translation notes in chapters. This translator is not saying everyone should read each of the word in the note, but if you see a broken note, either weird space or it looks like something should be in the sentence, or the note flat out didn’t work and everything is showing, please let me know. I do check but sometime when I get tired, I can miss them.
😆😆 poor meng huan..the misunderstanding keep getting bigger unconsciously
Nooo… Don’t have someone else read the letter… This will get back to husband straight away
Meng Huan, you’ve dug your own grave with this one. If you’re lucky Lin Bozhou will get a hold of that smut you drew and maybe get distracted enough to forget your transgression.
That bro is pushing our Huan to the cliff
Indeed, lol needing a servent to read it is gonna definitely mean his hubby hears about it. Then will be more confused of why he let a servent know so clearly
Hubby: “what is he planning? Clearly, this is an insidious plot, but how does transmitting this through a servant play into it?”
Meng Huan: “why can’t I read?! 😭😭😭😭😭😭”
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Uh oh, this will definitely reach Lin Bozhou’s ears sooner or later.
Thanks for the chapter!
That’s the power of education
Thank you for your translation 💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝
Lmaooooooo
thanks for the translation!
Oh no 🙈
Oh my God…. XDD well, your young master hit his head and became someone else ╮(＾▽＾)╭
Thank You for the chapter ( ꈍᴗꈍ)❤️
His uncle&husband&servant: ….He hit his head stupid
fUUUUCCGKCHGKVVVVKK
Hahahha Huan is so funny lmaoooo. I love how the author included milk-drinking strength, makes Huan seem even more naive
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