This Young Master’s hubby is badass.
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When the youth said this, he lowered his pale face, as if lost in thought and at a loss for what to do, like he was making a fuss.
Lin Bozhou gazed down, looking into the youth’s eyes. “Are you holding a grudge because I didn’t come see you?”
His low tone carried a hint of tingling teasing.
Like a whispered search.
This question made Meng Huan stiffen as he raised his head, looking even more at a loss. He was only saying it off-handedly; he didn’t expect Lin Bozhou to view it that way, making it sound so ambiguous that he didn’t know how to respond.
“No, that’s not—” Just as Meng Huan wanted to shake his head, Lin Bozhou had already sat down.
“Then this Regent will stay with you tonight.”
“……”
Meng Huan swallowed the second half of his sentence back down.
In the man’s eyes, the more he tried to explain, the more it would prove that he was making a fuss on purpose, which would confirm that he had feelings for the man.
In the end, it’s better to play an obedient concubine, Meng Huan thought.
“Your handwriting is not beautiful. Sit down.” Lin Bozhou picked up the brush on the table. “Let’s first teach you how to connect strokes.”
Knowing that the man was right, Meng Huan blushed out of embarrassment and sat next to him while mumbling under his breath. Lin Bozhou held his hand, raising an eyebrow at his filthy, ink-smudged fingers. “Why are you like a three-year-old?”
“…” Meng Huan said nothing as he watched the man take out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wipe his hand mostly clean for him.
“You used to have a reputation for talent, and you were said to be a mighty gifted scholar, an untouchable talent, but now you can’t even read and write?” Lin Bozhou seemed to be smiling.
Meng Huan murmured, “Ever since I hit my head on the pillar, I’ve forgotten a lot of things. Maybe I damaged my brain.”
“Maybe.” Lin Bozhou gently spread Meng Huan’s fingers, then pressed them back onto the brush one by one, demonstrating the standard posture. “This is the correct way to write; otherwise, your wrist will be tired after a long session.”
Meng Huan mumbled, “Mmm.”
Lin Bozhou’s hand was cold, but when it touched the back of his hand, it felt inexplicably hot, numbing his knuckles. This was a very strange feeling. Because of his body’s high ‘physical compatibility’ setting, he blushed and his heart raced at the slightest touch.
“This Regent will teach you how to write these characters once. Write them one by one using the correct stroke order.” Lin Bozhou took out another piece of paper and picked up another brush. “Hear that?”
“Yes.” Meng Huan nodded.
The courtyard turned quiet, with only the sound of paper turning. Lin Bozhou’s handwriting was really beautiful. In this era of letters, good handwriting was a stepping stone towards fame and fortune. The novel once mentioned that in order to make the Confucian nobles recognize his value, Lin Bozhou made great efforts to become cultured and master calligraphy. He kept practicing his writing during the wintry twelfth lunar month in the northern territory, with frostbite on the back of his hand and blood dripping onto the paper. It was only after endless days of hard work that he perfected his writing.
Meng Huan couldn’t resist glancing at the larger hand.
“What are you looking at?” Lin Bozhou noticed his gaze.
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How could ordinary people live when treacherous ministers overachieve to this extent?
No wonder the good guys in the book were all strung up and beaten by Lin Bozhou.
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At the mention of a meal, Meng Huan’s eyes lit up, and he asked Lin Bozhou politely, “Where is Your Royal Highness going to eat?”
He hoped that Lin Bozhou would get a hint that this question was intended to send visitors away.
“Right here.” Lin Bozhou’s attention was on the writing as he replied in a light manner.
“Here?”
Lin Bozhou asked, “Are you unwilling?”
“…”
Meng Huan turned silently to Feng Zhi and instructed her, “Go ahead and start cooking.”
However, Feng Zhi showed a troubled expression.
Meng Huan realized that she had something she wanted to say to him, so he got up and walked to the kitchen with her. “What’s wrong?”
Feng Zhi explained, “This maid doesn’t know why, but going in and out of the compound suddenly became stricter. Xiao Shun, who helped us purchase our ingredients in the past, can no longer leave the compound, so now there’s nothing in the kitchen. We can’t even get the fire started.”
“Then how can we eat? We can’t just let His Royal Highness starve.” Meng Huan thought and then suggested, “Request dinner from the kitchen.”
Feng Zhi nodded. “This maid will go right away.”
However… Remembering the leftovers from two days ago, he doubted the kitchen would dare to be so rash with Lin Bozhou here… Right?
Tossing that to the back of his mind, Meng Huan returned to the courtyard. At the table, Lin Bozhou had already written one of each character on the right side of the paper in a column. He then asked Meng Huan to write out each row while copying his model.
Lin Bozhou was unable to stand his chicken scratch any longer. “Come here and practice.”
“…” Feeling the heavy pressure of a strict teacher, Meng Huan resigned himself to his fate, picked up his brush, and started writing his words, stroke by stroke. He held his brush steady, but his form was poor, as the words he wrote were often crooked or curved, especially with Lin Bozhou’s regular script, written right in front of him, only serving to emphasize the ugliness of his characters.
The more Meng Huan wrote, the less confident he became. Not to mention the fact that he was being watched by Lin Bozhou, making the back of his ears blush. He sank his head even lower.
After writing the last character in the first row, he whispered, “I’m making a fool of myself.”
“So you know that too.”
Like a primary school student being scolded, Meng Huan kept his head low.
“Your Royal Highness is correct to scold.”
But he avoided eye contact, looking sullen.
Having no other choice, Lin Bozhou stood up and pressed down his long sleeve with a fan, his thin wrist showing. “Give me your hand.”
“What?” Meng Huan was puzzled.
“Your hand.” Lin Bozhou repeated, putting his wide palm over the back of Meng Huan’s hand.
Lin Bozhou had a well-defined hand, long and clean, but Meng Huan’s hand was smaller, and the man was easily able to put his hand over it. The palm of one pressed against the back of the other, so close that it felt hot. The skin-to-skin contact brought a tingling sensation, like a static shock, to the palm of Meng Huan’s hand.
Meng Huan looked down. He could feel Lin Bozhou leaning against his back, covering him with his shadow, and completely surrounding him with a faint scent of sandalwood that clung to the man’s robe. When Meng Huan inhaled the rich scent, his head began to spin from the heat.
“Don’t try to move your hand on your own; just follow this Regent.”
“…All right.”
Meng Huan’s hand was squeezed so tight that it didn’t feel like his own. When he stiffened, his hand did as well. Lin Bozhou’s movements generated friction, making his pale hand begin to turn dark red.
Lin Bozhou asked, “You’re this nervous?”
Meng Huan could only reply, “I’m not used to this.”
“After writing this word, you’ll do it on your own.”
With hope right in front of him, Meng Huan put his all into writing, as if he were burdened with moving a heavy mountain. When Lin Bozhou released his hand, the back of his hand was glistening with sweat, and his forehead was flushed from the heat.
Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and smiled. “Now, write.”
Meng Huan started writing awkwardly as the word he wrote flopped on the paper again.
“Practicing calligraphy is not a task for a single day; it requires long years and tireless months.” Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows. “Take your time. There’s no rush.”
Meng Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This was when the servants entered one by one, in a row, with dinner in their hands.
“Time to eat?” Meng Huan blurted, “That quick?”
However, only a couple dishes were placed on the table. You Jin, the head eunuch, frowned. “Can’t you see His Royal Highness is here? You consider this dinner? This is unacceptable!”
When the maids rushed to remove the food, Lin Bozhou lazily reclined in his chair, raised his hand to wave them away, and asked, “Is madam served so few dishes every day?”
Meng Huan remained silent.
“The madam loves to eat and wants a taste of everything. Are these dishes enough?” Lin Bozhou pushed open the lid on the bowl with his chopsticks, saying, “This Regent will see what kind of soup—”
When the lid came off, it revealed a leafy vegetable soup with tofu. However, the leaves floating on the surface of the soup were past their prime, more yellow than green. The soup was pitch-black, and with the tofu mixed in, it gave off a faint rancid smell.
The air stilled immediately.
Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows and removed another bowl’s lid with his chopsticks.
Inside was a messy plate of mashed-up fish. There was some meat, but it was mostly scraps left on the bone.
“Hm?” Lin Bozhou asked lightly.
The scene was silent to the point of being scary.
Lin Bozhou turned to Meng Huan and asked thoughtfully, “Is this what you meant earlier, when you said you lost this Regent’s favor?”
Meng Huan felt that someone was about to meet misfortune as he toughed it out. “Not completely.”
“Can you stomach this at every meal?” Lin Bozhou looked down. “This Regent remembers that you like to eat various things, especially when they’re spicy. You seem to like to eat a little bit of everything.”
Meng Huan replied with honesty, “I didn’t eat these. We have been cooking in this courtyard’s kitchen instead of eating food from the main kitchen.” The maid then retold Xu Fanggu’s arrogant visit the other day.
Lin Bozhou hummed. He only tapped his finger on the table without showing a hint of anger on his face. He turned to take another look at the maids who had served tonight’s dinner. “Are these rotten and sloppy dishes served for this Regent to eat?”
All the maids dropped to their knees instantly. “Your Royal Highness, this maid knows nothing! This maid is ignorant—”
“If none of you know the situation, then find the ones that do. When this Regent asked about the madam a few days ago, why did no one say anything about the conflict between the madam and Xu Fanggu? Who is hiding the truth from this Regent?”
Now, it wasn’t only the maids who were on the ground for serving unacceptable food. The head eunuch You Jin gawked, knelt down, and said, “Your Royal Highness, this old servant is also not privy—”
Lin Bozhou lowered his gaze, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his lips as he said, “Very good, this Regent and this Regent’s madam have now become outsiders in this royal compound. Refusing to serve good food to this Regent’s little madam and hiding the situation in the compound from this Regent. Very good…”
With a single sentence, the atmosphere in the courtyard plummeted to a freezing point as a chill shrouded everyone’s back, penetrating into their bones. Not only did this cold steal the heat from their backs, it sapped strength from their legs and dried the moisture in their throats, preventing them from being able to utter even a single word.
Lin Bozhou frowned as his elegant demeanor disappeared. With an authoritarian calm, he ordered, “Summon Chen An the chief secretary, and the royal guard’s commander.”
You Jin broke out in a cold sweat.
The chief secretary was in charge of punishment in the compound while the royal guard’s commander was in charge of the armed forces under Lin Bozhou.
He was going to kill someone!
Everyone looked fearful.
Meng Huan realized the seriousness of the matter and turned to Lin Bozhou. “Husband…”
The youth seemed frightened, looking at him sideways with a shocked expression.
The Prince Regent sat there in his brocade robes and smiled. “Huan Huan, come and sit down.”
This man, who was seconds away from committing murder, remained very gentle with him.
However, Meng Huan knew very well how deadly and merciless the man was behind the gentle face.
Meng Huan licked his lips and tried to explain, “Actually, there is only a problem with Xu Fanggu and those who bullied along with her; there is no problem with other people. There is no need for Your Royal Highness to be so angry.”
There seemed to be a spring breeze blowing in Lin Bozhou’s eyes, giving them a comforting warmth as he smiled. “Things are much more serious than madam thinks, but you don’t need to worry anymore.”
He patted the seat beside him, so Meng Huan walked up to sit beside him.
Meng Huan felt the other man’s breath against his ear as Lin Bozhou held his hand.
“This husband will exact justice for you.”
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Lin Bozhou is right: this is very serious. He has directly asked what Meng Huan has been up to and yet had no idea this was happening. His servants are either lying to him or they are lazy and not doing their jobs. Time for a cleanup.
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Now this is exactly what I wanted to see 😁
+1 Yessirrrr
EEEEE I can’t wait for the next chapter!
Uh oh, heads will be rolling…
Thanks for the chapter!
Time for revenge!!
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Release the seal!!!!
Thank you for the chapter. ❤️❤️
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
Uh oh haha 🫣 Thank you for the chapter !
Ay, if only that dumbdumb Xu girl would’ve stop she could’ve lived at least another month, but well… Some people don’t like their lives at all
Well Lin B is ruthless and cruel, what does he expect from those who work for him? Leadership flows downhill.
Anyways he gets just how devastating this bullying is to attack MH is through his stomach.
Good that LBZ will bring a justice, this situation is a servants’ falut. Maaaan, I pity our MH so much, he is notoriously in dangerous, awkward, embarrasing or humiliating situation (or all of them in the same time) than I would reather die than trying to life like him D:
Thank You for the new chapter ♡⃛ ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )
Please just fucking kill everyone I’m angry to the point of tears
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