Desperate enough to beg forgiveness
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The group locked the door after they were out.
A pile of firewood’s slanted shadow appeared in the dark room as Meng Huan stood tense, spacing out for a moment, dissociating. Then he came back from his dazed state, having come out of his outburst of emotions.
After the dust had settled, the overwhelming distress from the frightening experience surged to the tip of his nose as tears began to gather in his eyes. In the darkness, he glared hatefully at the door, like a child who had been extremely wronged.
He went back to his made-shift bed and buried his head in his arms, murmuring to himself, “Lin Bozhou…”
“When will you come and save me?”
“I got bullied… Sniff, sniff”
He really wanted to bawl his eyes out.
But he rubbed the tears from the corners of his eyes and pursed his lips stubbornly.
At last, he understood this book world’s self-awareness.
At the time, the original host escaped from the compound and hid in a remote place to avoid the pursuit of the guards. Eating like a savage, he lived miserably, like something out of Man vs. Wild. At that time, the author justified that this plot was to show the original host’s suppressed brutality.
The road that the original host walked, Meng Huan himself, would also have to endure once.
Fine, he had never hated the words “atrocious behavior” so much.
He sat in the pile of straw, waiting for his blood to cool down. As his mind sank into the ripples of despondence, he kept thinking of Lin Bozhou’s name uncontrollably, as if he were sick or possessed.
In this world, it seemed only these three syllables could make him look forward.
These three syllables could indeed give him a sense of security.
He looked up, staring blankly at the small square of night sky outside the window.
He could see the Milky Way as well as the moon.
Wiping the corner of his eye, oh how he hoped Lin Bozhou would appear through the window and gently call his name.
…He wanted to cry; it was hard to hold back anymore.
But he also did not want to cry, so he could only bury his head deeper into his arms, wetting his shirt with his tears.
However, he did manage to fall asleep when his mind and body reached their limit, but he slept in a bad posture, resulting in joint pain as he woke up with soreness in his shoulders and knees.
There was the sound of chains rattling at the door before it was pushed open and Echul walked in.
He saw Meng Huan sitting on a pile of straw and quipped, “Huh, why are you not sleeping on the bed?”
He placed the stack of paper in his hands on the table.
Not making a sound, Meng Huan looked at the things on the table.
There was an envelope, appearing to be a letter, and some papers, as well as a case of red ink paste and a pot of water.
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Echul then said, “Come. Here is your job. You’ll get breakfast when you’re done.”
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“…”
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“This is crafting paper that is thin as a cicada’s wings, but ink will not bleed through it, so you can use it to trace the seal on the letter.” Echul sounded like he was speaking to a death row prisoner with his superior tone. “Once you are able to copy the seal, draw it on the blank letter paper. There is no need to rush. I brought you lots of paper. You just need to draw one as close to the original as possible, understand?”
It was clear what the man’s goal was. Forge the seal and give orders under the guise of the seal owner.
Meng Huan gently pursed his lips and lifted his eyes to look at Echul.
There was a fierceness in Echul’s eyes. “What?”
“Nothing…” Meng Huan had a ‘yes, boss, whatever you say, boss’ look as he picked up his brush and looked at the seal on the letter once more.
—Lin Bozhou.
These words stood out very prominently.
“…”
So, Echul grabbed him in passing just to forge Lin Bozhou’s seal?
The envelope began with the words Senior Cui. Could Echul being able to obtain a letter that Lin Bozhou sent to Senior Cui prove that he was cooperating with Senior Cui?
Holding the brush, his mind was in chaos, as if some memories were about to bubble up. But after shaking his head, they dissipated like a thick fog.
Sigh…Had he known that he would be transmigrated into this book, he would definitely have taken notes and read the novel repeatedly to memorize it.
“One of you,” Echul said lazily, clasping his fists, “move his table next to that window with sunlight and find him a chair, then chain him to the window so he spends all day copying.”
“Understood.” The person who answered approached.
When Meng Huan saw that it was the drunk brute from last night, he unconsciously narrowed his eyes and glared gloomily at him.
Echul wondered, “What is it?”
The man looked nervous as he shook his head and said, “Nothing at all.”
But as soon as Echul saw the man’s guilty eyes, he realized. Using the horsewhip in his hand, he lashed out, and with a loud crack, he hit the man violently across the face, creating a bloody gash.
Meng Huan was startled by the sudden movement, and the man was also stunned.
Echul’s eyes were ruthless as he chided, “Only a corrupt and destitute Han soldier will pounce on a beauty on sight like a beast. What a disgrace! How dare you go behind my back to touch him without my permission!!”
He was not angry that his hostage had been humiliated, but that his men had acted without his authority.
“The Han army is in ruin. Their preparation is lax, and they’re dispersed, and my goal is to build a strong and orderly cavalry.” Echul raised his foot and kicked the man to the ground. “You have repeatedly violated my orders; do you think you still deserve to follow me? Do you really want to die so badly?”
His facial features might look youthful, but his emotions were on the edge of murderous madness, sending chills down people’s backs and suffocating people’s hearts.
The man knelt on the ground, probably also frightened by Echul’s words, looking terrified.
Echul was fed up. “Don’t blame me for being cold-blooded and ruthless. I have said this many times. I will kill anyone who causes trouble for me and obstructs the Jurchens’ path to supremacy as I should, sentimentality be damned.”
He glanced coldly at Meng Huan and said, “You too. If you can’t draw this seal, just wait for your bones to be fed to the dogs.”
With that, he left the shed.
“…”
The room was silent.
The people of his clan thought he was heartless.
Meng Huan thought there seemed to be something wrong with him.
His hatred for the Han was too strong. If such a person really led troops to invade the Zong Dynasty, the Han people would not be regarded as human beings at all. They would be slaughtered and have their heads shaved. Men would become military rations, women would become two-legged sheep, and the children would be meat for their stew.
As for Meng Huan himself, would he really be let off once he helped the man paint the seal?
He highly doubted it.
Perhaps when Echul got what he wanted, the no-longer-useful Meng Huan would be like a piece of dirt stuck to the sole of his leather boot and mercilessly scuffed.
A person like this… Meng Huan blinked in confusion.
Why would the original host run off with him?
Could this beast really be tamed?
He could not come up with an answer and looked down at Lin Bozhou’s seal on the letter. This letter should be from before Lin Bozhou’s recent recurrence of eye illness, as it was a letter in his own hand. The words were written with brisk movements, fine strokes, and vigorous hooks. Every twist and turn of the brush was sharp and deliberate.
“Sniff…”
One second earlier, Meng Huan’s expression was quite normal.
The next second, seeing the familiar handwriting, his expression became tearful again.
His inner grievances were rolled into a huge ball, and a small trace could be released only when he was jabbed with anything related to Lin Bozhou. But this small trace was enough to make him weak.
But… Meng Huan dipped his pen in the vermilion ink and slowly traced the name on the letter. The defense that had been stripped away seemed to have been rebuilt in strokes, becoming hard, strong, and whole.
Damn it. He decided to use his brain, which had been sealed for eighteen years, to escape from Echul no matter what.
He must properly complain to Lin Bozhou.
Meng Huan: I really want to cry.
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Inside the prison of the capital’s government office.
The ground was covered with a layer of slippery, bloody mud. Every time it was rinsed clean, it would soon become bloodied again. When the guide greeted the honorable visitor, he kept warning, “Your Royal Highness, please be careful.”
“Your Royal Highness, the floor is dirty.”
“Your Royal Highness, there is a doorstep ahead. Please raise your exalted leg to cross it…”
In the bleak and gloomy passageway of the government office’s prison, too many deaths had occurred, so even in the eighth month, the hottest time of summer, it would still be unbearably cold.
But walking beside this gloomy, big shot, the guide felt the prison was ten times colder than before.
“Your Royal Highness, the prisoner has been brought out. He is just ahead.”
Lin Bozhou’s footsteps stopped. His eyes were wrapped in white gauze, and his nose and lips were defined as usual. The impression he gave was not as sickly, youthful, and handsome as before; instead, it was a suppressed, dark rage. At this moment, anyone who breathed wrong could be angrily kicked by him.
Meng Huan had been missing for a day.
In one day, they checked all the guests of the teahouse. Meng Huan was traveling in a sedan chair, so they could narrow out all of the culprits. If it was to retaliate against Lin Bozhou, why did the youth not die on the spot? If it was not a simple retaliation, they should have already sent their demands for ransom since a day had passed.
Eliminating the possibility of it being related to him, it could only mean that Meng Huan had recently offended someone.
As for who the youth had offended, evidently it was the murderer he had testified against. Because his accomplices had not all been arrested, the likelihood of retaliation by kidnapping Meng Huan when he left the compound was very high.
An oil lamp was lit in the cell. Its light was very dim, as if it could be blown out at any time.
Lin Bozhou’s questioning voice was very soft. “What is your purpose for coming to the capital, and where are your companions hiding?”
Anur’s hair was disheveled, and his shoulders were chained, lifting his frame high in the air. He stayed silent.
Lin Bozhou raised his hand.
Followed by a thud.
Two of Anur’s fingers were cut off and thrown into a nearby pot of boiling water. The brocade-clad guard pinched the prisoner’s jaw, forcing him to look at the boiling pot of water that was cooking his flesh.
“Allow me to introduce myself first.” Lin Bozhou’s tone was elegant and magnetic. “This Regent is the Zong Dynasty’s Prince Regent. As long as you tell me your purpose for coming to the capital and where your companions are hiding, this Regent can reverse your death sentence or even request that His Majesty promote you to nobility and make you a commander of the guard in Liaodong. You can have everything you want, whether it be wealth and glory, extravagant carriages, or beautiful companions.”
He trailed off, pausing for a moment, looking very harmless yet terrifying at the same time. “Of course, if you remain silent, this Regent will chop you up inch by inch, cook each piece, and feed them down into your stomach.”
Anur glared at him in rage with bloodshot eyes.
It felt as if there was an invisible confrontation, but Lin Bozhou was the divine being with the scale in his hands, able to easily and ruthlessly disrupt the balance.
“One more time, the purpose of your visit to the capital, and the location of your partners’ hideout.”
Continuing to glare, Anur gritted his lips as blood leaked from his mouth.
Not giving him a chance to react, and not begging him for an answer. These Han people always acted so high and mighty, fueling his hatred!
“Not talking?”
Just as Lin Bozhou said that, the brocade-clad guard pulled Anur’s right arm with the missing fingers and dipped it into the boiling water.
“Ahhhh!!!” As his hand cooked in the boiling water, Anur shrieked, letting out piercing cries of pain.
As the scream that made people’s hair stand up continued, Lin Bozhou gently started speaking, “Your left arm is still intact; you can still enjoy wine and beauties, so it is not too late to tell this Regent.” He hooked his lips into a smile, indiscernible between warm and cold. “The city gates have already been closed, and the bounties for your clanmates have been posted all over the capital. It is only a matter of time before they are caught. Do you think it is necessary to exchange your life and your future glory and fortune just so they can live a few days longer?”
The smell of something cooked wafted through the air.
The brocade-clad guard fished up the cooked fingers from the pot.
Lin Bozhou walked forward until he was a few steps before the prisoner, his breathing low like a demon tempting people to fall into the abyss. “This Regent can promise you that anyone who knows you divulged information will die, so you will be innocent, without anyone to target you—”
Anur raised his head to gaze up at him, his face pale and trembling violently. He was on the verge of breaking from the pain, but he shook his head slowly but firmly.
Being a people that had been a vassal state of the Zong dynasty for over two hundred years, the Jurchen had an unparalleled hatred towards the Zong Dynasty, to the point of being devoid of all humanity.
This was the education of hatred that the Jurchens had always preached. Only hatred and subservience could unite them like a twisted rope, never betraying each other.
Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, and the brocade-clad guard next to him stepped forward, but before he could feed Anur his own fingers, the prisoner had fainted from the pain.
A dead silence filled the cell.
Lin Bozhou stood in the damp cell, the scent of blood all over him. His slender fingers rubbed against the blood splashed between his ear and neck, taking in the scent. There was a cold glint in his eyes as he let out a low breath.
His smile, wandering between madness and loss of control, was like the joy before a massacre.
“I really hate this bunch of uneducated outlanders to death.”
The false smile came to an abrupt end.
“I only wish that in the future, when your family members are slaughtered, you will not be like me today…”
His voice trembled. “Desperate enough to beg for mercy.”
The author has something to say:
If something really happens to Huan Huan, the only thing that was able to let the Prince Regent feel human is going to be extinguished again (thinking face)
Waghdhjsbehs Im totally not crying
LB’s desperation is so clear and painful to witness
Copying his seal sounds like a whole bag of bad news for Lin Bozhou and HuanHuan
Lin Bozhou will be delirious with love and gratitude when he finds out Meng Huan broke the 18 year seal on his brain just to find a way back to him 🥺
Waaaah, so much pain! They are so wronged ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚
Thank You for the new chapter (ฅ’ω’ฅ)♥
Ueueue ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡
I feel so bad for both of them😭😭 if I was MH I would directly eat the paper with the seal and wait for death💀
I’m so stressed
Thank you for your translation 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚
Huanhuan you got this!! Just take a few more days to copy the seal, I’m sure your hubby will find you in time!!
Thanks very much for the chapter
Thank you
I’m starting to wonder why the original Meng Huan had ran away with Echul, will it be the same here where he two will have some sort of relationship?