This Young Master is simply a cutie.
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Behind Meng Huan, the servant’s head snapped up to look at him.
The question was written all over his face; Young Master Meng, when did you become such a person?
Meng Huan chose to ignore it.
The original shou was extremely brilliant, but Meng Huan was not in the same boat. Since Lin Bozhou more or less liked his beauty, he had no choice but to…serve the other man with his body while holding back tears…
He comforted himself.
He could do the minimum to serve, the bare minimum.
He would flee at the first given chance anyway. Since the gong was a treacherous minister, if his whole family were to be executed and his property confiscated, wouldn’t Meng Huan as a concubine also become a small treacherous minister? In order to avoid getting drenched in blood when heads started rolling, he had to draw a clear line as soon as possible.
As Meng Huan was racking his brains thinking, a low voice sounded in his ears, “I heard you attempted to kill yourself by hitting your head against a pillar this afternoon?”
Meng Huan’s smile stiffened. “That was an accident. I hit my head by mistake.”
The servant, who witnessed as the original host went mad and committed suicide after drinking and reciting poetry, had an even more complicated expression. His lips were trembling, as if he had experienced a strange event.
“…”
Meng Huan timidly ran his fingers through his hair. Lin Bozhou’s dark eyes lowered, and he sneered the words, “So what you mean is, you are willing to be with this Regent?”
“I am.” Meng Huan murmured.
After saying that, feeling as if he answered too quickly and wasn’t sincere enough, he coughed and said, “After all, Your Royal Highness…”
What he had in mind was to praise the Prince Regent with flashy adjectives to prove his willingness. For example, his handsome appearance, high morals, noble character, overall justness, his greatness. However, the gears in his brain turned until his whole head was spinning, but it remained blank…
Meng Huan: “…”
This Young Master has been kind all his life, why put him in this book?
He was left repeating stiffly, “I am…just…willing.”
When he said this, he hung his head slightly. His expression was bewildered; the beautiful and pure face showed the bashfulness only a young man in love possessed, with a hint of unclear persuasiveness.
“You’re this attracted to this Regent?”
The last word was deliberately dragged out.
As soon as Meng Huan raised his eyes, his jaw was seized by Lin Bozhou’s fingers. The Prince Regent’s fingers were long with well defined knuckles. They squeezed his cheeks like a toy as his eyes inspected Meng Huan’s facial features.
“…”
Two small buns formed on his cheeks from being squeezed. It was so tight that Meng Huan did not dare to breathe.
Please don’t get violent!
“Puff…”
Finally, he couldn’t resist taking in air, and the smell of iron filled his nose.
A shudder went down his back, and the corner of Lin Bozhou’s lips curved slightly. His eyes darkened, seeming particularly interested in his reaction.
“His Royal Highness just came back from the Criminal Investigation Service without the time to freshen up. Your little Royal Consort need not be shocked or afraid by the smell of blood on him.” Luo Juan added.
Do not be afraid?
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Meng Huan’s face had already been scared as pale as death!
The Criminal Investigation Service was an institution for punishment, torture, and detainment, overseen by brocade-clad guards. Under The Prince Regent, it was specifically used to interrogate cabinet ministers. When these scholars were accused by the Ministry of Justice and Imperial Court of Judicial Review, they all had to be stripped of their titles and follow due process, but when they arrived at the Criminal Investigation Service, they became fish on the chopping board to be slaughtered at Lin Bozhou’s discretion.
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“Right away…”
Meng Huan stumbled into the room behind Lin Bozhou.
Servants filed in with hot water while Lin Bozhou stood behind the folding screen, holding the string of white jade beads in his hand.
Then he held out his hand.
This was a gesture for beckoning a servant. Meng Huan was reluctant but, understanding the circumstances, wisely accepted the item.
The white jade beads had dried blood stains as well.
“…”
Help.
What kind of living King Yan behavior is this?
“Undress this Regent.” Lin Bozhou ordered.
Meng Huan’s legs felt like jelly. He put the jade beads on the wooden tray held by a servant, walked quickly over to Lin Bozhou, and reached out to remove the man’s clothes.
Lin Bozhou was more than half a head taller than him. Right now, the man’s gaze was downcast as he fixed his eyes on the shorter man, a warm breath falling on Meng Huan’s ear.
“…”
Meng Huan kept his head down, not even daring to sneak a peek. He untied the outer imperial robe, then set his pale hands to the inner robe. The clothes worn in the ancient period were much different from those of the modern period. He did not know where to untie the robes, circling Lin Bozhou a couple times in his confusion.
Then he heard a low chuckle above him.
“…”
Meng Huan was begging inside. Please stop laughing, I’m scared.
When he finally found the knot, he gently tugged the end of the cord and the smooth silk fabric slowly came loose, revealing the firm male body within.
With just one look, his face turned beet-red again.
Resting Beauty of the Nation was obviously a political intrigue novel, so why would an old pervert like Meng Huan, who only cares about romance plots, read this kind of novel? There was only one reason: the author was amazing at car driving.
In the book, the Prince Regent was particularly…How to say…
Particularly fierce…in bed.
So he was blessed with a great figure.
Meng Huan averted his gaze, pretending he was not distracted. However, he was glancing at the man’s body in his periphery. Slim collarbones, sharp and broad shoulders, covered with exceptional muscles under the thin skin with each pack of muscle distinct, so much so that he could almost imagine how they would ripple across the shoulders and waist when…
When reading the novel, his breath was always taken away by the energy contained in this perfect and powerful body.
Meng Huan was a little afraid, but still dizzily looking, so he quickly changed the subject, “Your Royal Highness can enter the water now.”
“Can I?”
Lin Bozhou asked back ambiguously.
Meng Huan uttered, “Ah?”
The corner of Lin Bozhou’s lips twitched slightly. “The lower half is still dressed.”
Meng Huan: “…”
Hold it, no one removes their pants when they bathe on tv!
A rush of blood went straight to his head, making Meng Huan’s face flushed. He looked at Lin Bozhou to confirm. After he was sure the other man was not joking, he reached out towards the firm waist, accepting his fate.
：）
—You are so noble, you are the greatest, you need me to take off your pants.
The smooth silk cloth dropped to the ground.
Although he had already warned himself in advance to look away, it was still too late. The object that was repeatedly described with words such as ‘magnificent’, ‘lethal weapon’, ‘dagger’, ‘territory expander’, ‘plunderer’, ‘pile driver’, and so on in the novel was mere inches from him. He shut his eyes in a hurry, mentally chanted ‘Amitabha, please forgive me for I have sinned’, and turned his face away as if stung by a needle.
—The image he just saw flashed through his mind.
The novel really…did not exaggerate at all.
Like a panicked kitten, he scooped up a handful of water in an attempt to flee the situation. “Your Royal Highness, I’ll help you check if the water’s hot…”
The water splashed, while his fingers trembled.
“Mmm? Is it hot?” Lin Bozhou looked down at his face, his voice laced with amusement.
The man seemed to have taken a step forward, pressing himself very close to Meng Huan’s back. Meng Huan could almost feel the hot breath blowing on his ears, tickling, numbing, and tantalizing them.
Now not only was Meng Huan’s face beet-red, but his fingers were also burning. He could hardly tell if it was from the hot water, or his own body temperature.
How can this be?
This shouldn’t be?
Could this intense of a reaction be a problem with how the book described the characters’ feelings? After all, it was often written that the power couple in the story have very high physical compatibility. Even in their first meeting, it went straight to burning passion and so on…Meng Huan was convinced; there was this strange switch that made him incomparably excited about Lin Bozhu when triggered.
Correct.
He was not the problem! He was not at all interested in this treacherous minister!
Meng Huan patted himself on the forehead and forced himself to calm down. “Not too hot. The water temperature is perfect. Your Royal Highness can enter the water now.”
The corner of Lin Bozhou’s lips raised slightly, still smiling the somewhat cruel smile of a carnivore. “Thank you, beloved Consort.”
With a loud splash, Lin Bozhou entered the bath.
He propped his chin up with one hand, looking like a merman lying on the shore. His slender knuckle was tapping against the side of his ear as he kept staring at Meng Huan with rapt attention.
Under his watchful eyes, Meng Huan had to constantly remind himself that he could breathe when interacting with him in order to ease the tension on his back.
Abiding by his duty as a concubine, he came close to the water, and picked up the man’s hair. Then, to his surprise, he saw something pale pink seeping out from the dark hair.
“…”
Meng Huan finally found the source of the bloody scent on the man.
His hair. Lin Bozhou got human blood on his hair.
Meng Huan’s heart gave a wild beat. His little face turned deathly pale, eyes dodging from left to right. His fingers stiffened and even his back, which had only just relaxed, tensed up again.
Lin Bozhou’s lips pursed up, as if amused by his frightened appearance. He said with a smile, “The Criminal Investigation Service recently arrested some misbehaving pedants. This Regent interrogated their partners just now, so the methods were a little rougher. It has nothing to do with you, so do not be afraid.”
Do. not. be. afraid.
As a man from the modern period, how could Meng Huan have ever seen such bloody scenes?
Nodding rigidly, he continued to wash the man’s hair. The blood-red coat melted and dripped down into the water, gradually dissipating and dyeing the surrounding water light red.
There the culprit was, sitting in the water unbothered, with his dark, wet hair clinging to his skin. Simply a handsome devil in a bloodbath.
…Truly the more beautiful he was, the more repulsive he became.
While Meng Huan was muttering to himself, his wrist was suddenly seized. Lin Bozhou turned his head, and shadows cast by the candle lights shaded his eyes and brows. “Does the beloved Consort want to share a bath with this Regent?”
“To be honest, not really.” Meng Huan replied.
Meng Huan saw Lin Bozhou’s slender fingertip stop in its tapping of the edge of the bath.
The atmosphere became eerily quiet.
Without another word, Meng Huan awkwardly undressed. “This Concubine will be down momentarily.”
The long finger went back to tapping.
Lin Bozhou smiled. “What a good boy.”
“…”
Meng Huan took most of his clothes off, bar his last remaining pair of underpants, before stepping into the water. Then, staying a few feet away from Lin Bozhou as if he was escaping the plague, he scooped up some water and quickly rinsed himself, pretending to be busy washing.
His smooth, pale skin was comparable to white porcelain, almost reflective in its whiteness. But perhaps because of heat or shyness, his cheeks, ears, neck, the back of his hands and his joints were tinged with a flush that was quite seductive.
After he washed himself, Meng Huan took a peek at Lin Bozhou who, like a complete exhibitionist, wasn’t concealing anything, and the redness behind his ears grew darker as he slowly ducked his head.
Lin Bozhou paused his tapping again as Meng Huan’s head lowered, before sinking into the bath, blowing bubbles and making blooping sounds, swimming around a little like a fish.
—It appeared that Meng Huan would rather drown than face him.
“…”
The corners of Lin Bozhou’s lips curved upward slightly.
He stretched out his arm, creating gentle ripples, and then, as if he caught something, he raised his hand from the water slowly. Next, he cupped Meng Huan’s jaw with a squeeze and fished out his whole head.
The young man’s eyelashes were soaked with water, and his lips were glistening vermilion. He looked very pretty like this, minus the eyes that were looking helplessly at him.
An inexplicable emotion rose from Lin Bozhou’s gaze, he tightened his grip and gently stroked the jaw in his hand, until his touch began to feel heated.
—Meng Huan.
This was the son of Meng Xueming, the Minister of Rites who tried to impeach him five days ago.
Meng Xueming was banished to Fengxiang County, had his name placed on the military roll, and his sole offspring, Meng Huan, remained in the capital and had been intercepted by Lin Bozhou. He heard that the youth had been cursing him in the courtyard for several days and nights, refusing to live under the same sky. But now, seeing him face-to-face…he was incredibly soft and cute.
Lin Bozhou’s slender fingers slowly slid down and touched Meng Huan’s delicate, fragile throat. It was as if he could crush it with a gentle grip.
But he did not want to do that.
Lin Bozhou tilted his head, staring thoughtfully at Meng Huan, who was playing the role of a small fish in the pond.
How very cute.
But what tricks are you hiding?
The author has something to say:
Huan Huan: But is it possible, and I mean just possible, that I am simply a cutie?
Please rest assured that Huan Huan’s fear is temporary. He will later be so unrestrained that he gives the helpless Prince Regent a headache.
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Huan Huan’s father was not actually ruined by the gong, and actually, the gong protected the father. Therefore, there is no hatred from the previous generation between the two, just want to give a forewarning.
OHHH~~
“Please stop laughing, I’m scared” XD
Thanks for the chapter!
Thank you for the chapter!
Just blowing bubbles….pfft! Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️
He is so stupidly cute 🤣🤣🤣
Yeah!!
Thank you for the chapter. 😘
What tricks he’s hiding? The absence of the brains of the previous person
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At least he transmigrateddue to a likely fatal blow to the head – he has an excuse!
Thank you for the chapter !!! I love Huan Huan already huhu
The only trick he’s hiding is his incapability of tricking you 😂 such a precious shou~
Are u taking over for the other translator?
So cute! Meng Huan u cutie hahahhaha, he doesn’t know whether to feel hot or scared~~
♡♡♡♡ thank you for translating! Oh this is so interesting and I can’t wait to see what happens next
I love how the author is just spoiling their own novel so that we wont feel anxious lol😂😂
Bleh, I would never step into such bloody water :p
Thank You for the new chapter (´,,•ω•,,)♡
im here now!!!!
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