This Young Master only knows how to charm.
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Meng Huan wasn’t sure if he heard correctly. “Say that again.”
The servant went over the letter again. “The letter said that they are aware of your idea to seduce His Royal Highness to steal intelligence and expressed their grief for you risking your life to assassinate His Royal Highness. Because of you, the Zong Dynasty will have another glimmer of hope.”
“…”
The sheer absurdity forced Meng Huan to picture them singing, “Listen to me as I want to thank you. Because of you, the four seasons will be warm”.
Could he really undertake the glorious mission of saving the Zong Dynasty?
But wait. He tried to think. Did this letter mean that the original host was tasked with the assassination of Lin Bozhou?
“…”
Meng Huan suddenly felt a little panicked. He had to work very hard to just survive in this compound. Now, he was being told that he was also on a mission to seduce and assassinate His Royal Highness? Wasn’t this just adding a cherry on top of his already miserable life?
“Ma-madam is actually an assassin?” The servant gasped, blanching.
“…” Meng Huan opened his mouth, but for a moment, didn’t know what to say. However, he managed to choke out, “Don’t falsely accuse an innocent person out of nowhere.”
“Then why is this letter—”
Meng Huan’s heart jolted as he realized that, as someone working in this compound, this servant must be loyal to Lin Bozhou. This letter mentioned assassination, and if the servant was to inform Lin Bozhou about the content, he would be put in a very dangerous situation.
Looking pale, Meng Huan explained, “I really don’t know why I received this letter…”
The shocked look and distrust in the servant’s eyes spoke volumes.
Meng Huan clenched his teeth, trying to think of a way out of this. He grabbed a bunch of jade-bead bracelets from the plate and handed them to the servant. “Promise me that you will forget about tonight.”
–
With the bracelets in hand, the servant left Meng Huan’s courtyard and went to the study, where Lin Bozhou was, without hesitation.
In the dead of night, the study was brightly lit. Lin Bozhou sat upright in the chair with white gauze covering his eyes, while Shan Xing was reading from the Book of Rites. “Hence, in power of his goodness he is their correlate, and his benefits extend at once to all things. His brilliancy is equal to that of the sun and moon, and enlightens all within the four seas, not accepting anything, however minute and small.”
Lin Bozhou actually knew these books by heart, but he still listened quietly so as to revisit the teachings from time to time.
Due to his eye problem and spectacles not being widespread during the ancient period, people like him, who had to read a lot of documents every day, would often let their staff read the documents aloud in order to protect their eyes while still being able to make decisions.
The servant entered and knelt down on the floor. “Your Royal Highness, madam received a letter today.”
The sound of Shan Xing reading ceased as he turned to Lin Bozhou. “What? How can madam receive an outsider’s letter when he is secluded in the compound? Who sent the letter?”
“Someone must have bribed the porter.” Lin Bozhou concluded simply, “Speak.”
The servant continued, “Madam asked this humble one to help read the letter, which stated that he is using his appeal to seduce and assassinate your Royal Highness, as well as gather information.”
Lin Bozhou looked unmoved, while the scroll in Shan Xing’s hand dropped to the ground.
He gawked, looking as if he had swallowed an egg whole. “So madam is really illiterate?”
“……”
The servant took out the beaded bracelets in his sleeve and presented them, saying, “This is the bribe madam gave to this humble one to help madam keep this letter a secret.”
“Reward yourself with ten gold.”
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“There are many people at the court who wish to see this Regent’s violent death.” Lin Bozhou leisurely tapped his fingers on the surface of the table. His thoughts inexplicably lingered on the words ‘using his appeal to seduce’.
All of Meng Huan’s actions played in his mind.
Shan Xing looked at the other man’s expression. “Then… how is your Royal Highness going to deal with madam?”
He asked this with caution. He could feel that the frigid Lin Bozhou, who was completely devoted to the court and had been single for twenty years, seemed to have kindled a slight interest in Meng Huan.
“How am I going to deal with him?”
Lin Bozhou picked up his teacup, the light from the fire flickering in his eyes like the starry night, adding a touch of inscrutable depth.
Meng Huan’s fair and handsome face appeared in his mind.
The youth had a well-behaved appearance. He often had to pause for two to three seconds while speaking to form a complete sentence. He was also very timid and prone to tears. When that happened, his nose would go red, making him look very piteous.
“Your Royal Highness?” Shan Xing pressed on with his question.
Lin Bozhou covered his teacup with a lid. “He can’t kill me.”
Then he added, “Call him over.”
Shan Xing looked even more shocked. After a while, he asked, “Your Royal Highness, are you deliberately teasing madam?”
Lin Bozhou raised his eyes and gave a noncommittal smile. “Don’t you find his reactions quite amusing?”
“…” Not really. Shan Xing thought.
–
On the other side of the compound, in his courtyard, completely unaware of his servant selling him out, Meng Huan asked another servant to put a deck chair in the yard so he could zone out while looking up at the stars while enjoying the cool air.
The environment was good in ancient times. A full moon hung on the dark blue night, which reminded him of a drawing of Run Tu, stabbing towards a badger in the moonlight night. This brought a smile to his face until thoughts of seduction and assassination occupied his mind once again.
Sigh.
So annoying.
Meng Huan grumbled softly. He decided to put it out of his mind for now and returned inside to sleep.
Suddenly, there was a commotion next door, with maids trying to catch a chicken.
“To the left. Block the door; don’t let it get out.”
“Ouch, it pecked me!”
Meng Huan’s thoughts were interrupted as he went towards the source to check it out. “What are you guys doing?”
The maid replied, “Madam, these maids caught two chickens to be plucked and chopped, with the intention of simmering them overnight on a low flame to prepare the chicken stock that will be served to you tomorrow morning.”
Meng Huan looked at the two old domestic hens in her hands.
“Are you killing them right now?”
“Replying to madam, yes.”
With the matter of Lin Bozhou’s assassination weighing heavily on his mind, he got hit with a little inspiration and asked somewhat abruptly, “Can I do it?”
The maid gasped with shock. “Madam, your precious hands—”
“Not a problem; let me try.”
Meng Huan, who grew up in the city before he transmigrated into this book, had the convenience of prepared meat, which was easily available. He never had to get his hands dirty. Given how cowardly he was, other than killing mosquitoes here and there, he had not experienced any gruesome scene, be it blood or death.
Since he could not kill people the way he was now, he decided to do some training. With his mind made up, he reached out and picked one of the old hens in the maid’s hands by its wings, taking it towards the ditch used to kill chickens.
He could feel the warmth of the wings under his fingers. The thought that he was holding a clearly living and breathing creature instantly made him feel uncomfortable. He blinked, convinced himself, accepted the sharp knife passed by a servant, and then watched the servant demonstrate how to butcher a chicken.
The knife stabbed into the chicken’s throat and sliced it open. Vermilion blood immediately gushed out, running down the ditch and spreading all over the ground.
Meng Huan was overwhelmed by the smell of blood.
“Madam, now you can try.” The servant instructed.
Meng Huan’s head filled with a feeling of nausea. His finger slipped, and the old hen ran away at once, flapping its wings and getting the blood on the ground, which was extremely sticky and foul-smelling, on Meng Huan’s clothes.
Meng Huan bent down, clutched at his throat and uttered a painful “Blaargh—.”
The maid, “……”
The servant, “……”
Meng Huan, “……”
The maid was startled. “Madam, are you all right?”
Meng Huan held back the urge to vomit, and with tears in his eyes, he raised his hand to gesture for them to stop and said with a sobbing voice, “I don’t want to kill the chicken anymore.”
He walked into the yard and sat back in his chair to calm himself down while, at the same time, performing mental self-healing.
He never expected that he would vomit.
Sure enough, someone as useless as him was not suitable for killing.
He hugged his arms silently. At this rate, if he did not have the courage to kill a chicken, what hope did he have to cut off Lin Bozhou’s head?
The more he thought, the more depressed he became.
At the door, two shadows cast by the lantern appeared. Shan Xing stood there and bowed. “Madam, His Royal Highness is asking for you.”
“!”
Meng Huan jerked to his feet.
Having read the letter, he now had a guilty conscience. Licking his lower lip and feeling a numbing sensation from the top of his head, he asked, “For what?”
“His Royal Highness summoned madam to serve in bed.” Just as Shan Xing finished speaking, he saw an old hen flutter past him. “Huh, what’s going on?”
A servant quickly told him the whole story. When he got to the part where Meng Huan vomited, he did his utmost to hold back the urge to laugh.
However, Shan Xing did not hold back from laughing. He walked back, saying unfathomably, “I should quickly inform His Royal Highness of this matter; it will make His Royal Highness happy too.”
Meng Huan, “……”
Reduced to a laughingstock, Meng Huan stood there for a few seconds in despair before a servant urged, “Madam, you must get yourself ready.”
“Oh, right.” Meng Huan muttered.
It seemed that seduction was the only way to go. He was more familiar with this than with killing, having studied countless diagrams.
Now carrying the heavy dual tasks of keeping himself alive as well as charming Lin Bozhou, the weight on his shoulders increased by a large margin. He walked to the door of the study with heavy steps. Remembering his weapon of choice, he asked listlessly, “Can one of you bring me the drawing on the table?”
One servant rushed to fetch it.
As he brought it over, he took a peek.
Tsk, you sure know how to have a good time.
After the servant handed the drawing to Meng Huan, other servants began to show a look of understanding one after another.
Meng Huan clutched the paper and made his way to the study in the rear hall, carrying a complex expression of self-sacrifice.
The light in the study was dim, the shadows flickering with the flame.
Chen An sorted the books on the table for Lin Bozhou with a kind and gentle face. He had followed Lin Bozhou from his time in Gu Province and was a trusted aide of the Prince Regent. He mentioned casually, “Your Royal Highness, his Majesty ordered the Criminal Investigation Service to use heavy punishment and retry the associates of Minister Aide Zhou, who impeached you a few days ago.”
“Has the verdict been given?” Lin Bozhou said, looking exhausted, though he sat in his chair in an upright posture. He rubbed between his brows gently, as if trying to chase away the tiredness in his eyes, while propping up his forehead with his other hand.
Chen An said with a smile, “Guess what happened after Minister Lu made a trip here this morning? Several tight lips began to unfold. After going through all that trouble, they were still the first to concede.”
Lin Bozhou looked indifferent. When he looked up and saw Meng Huan standing behind the curtain, he ended the topic at hand and said quietly, “Huan Huan, come here.”
His voice was low, with a touch of confusion and fatigue.
Somehow, it made Meng Huan let down his guard for a moment.
“Ah.” Meng Huan replied hastily. The back of his ears blushed as he walked forward with a stiff back and bowed head. “Coming.”
“Have a seat.”
Lin Bozhou motioned to the seat on his side, then turned his head and continued talking with Chen An. “You take note that the mastermind they name cannot be of too low a status; the highest they can be is… a regional minister. This time, this Regent aims to fish out the big one for blood sacrifice.”
A regional minister refers to a minister of a single or numerous provinces.
This was a very influential position in court.
Chen An’s eyes widened as he nodded. “Understood.”
“You’re dismissed.” After ordering Chen An to leave, Lin Bozhou rubbed his forehead with his fingertips, sinking back into his chair and closing his eyes.
The room was shrouded in silence.
The candlelight formed a shadow on one side of Lin Bozhou’s face. Due to his eyes being closed, his long eyelashes cast a light shadow on his cheeks, enhancing his deep, handsome brow and thin lips.
Probably because he had read the letter today, Meng Huan’s attention subconsciously turned towards the other man’s neck. The tight and thin skin, the Adam’s apple, the sexy muscle lines…
“?”
Meng Huan: Should I not be thinking about how to remove that head?
Meng Huan: Just keep smiling.
Lin Bozhou slowly opened his eyes. It seemed that he had regained some energy after the brief rest. Then he reached out his hand for something on the table.
A collection of colored illustrations with a mottled cover appeared in Meng Huan’s view before Lin Bozhou handed the collection of pictures over to him.
Meng Huan tensed as he vaguely recognized what it was.
Lin Bozhou lowered his gaze. “A servant found this spring palace picture book under the bed. Did you bring it over for reference?”
“……”
The author has something to say:
Huan Huan (squeezing the new spring palace pictures in his hands): I am here to discuss with you how to avoid stabbing me to death.
Pfttt that’s too funny and cute
Thanks for the translation!❤️❤️❤️
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Tyrant: he can’t kill me
Huan Huan: * tried to kill chicken *
Tyrant: ….or anyone
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Tyrant: “Have a servant release a spider in the courtyard so he can practice”
Meng Huan: faints
Drop the killer part and just be a seducer instead huanhuan 😂😂 when will we get to the ‘stabbing part in bed’ though 😏
Huan Huan would never kill his husband, there’s nothing to worry about -^-
Thanks for the chapter!
Oh no, little bubu, don’t make plans about assasination, just run away!
Thank You for the new chapter (♡ ὅ ◡ ὅ )ʃ♡
This story is too funny, the predicament just gets worse and worse
Huan Huan : I’ve studied countless scriptures, I even taught others;; IN YAOI ARTS!!!!
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