Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Xu Ruolin looked surprised. “Lin Bozhou went out hunting and also brought you here?”

Meng Huan pursed his lips and said, “Come here. I have something to ask you.”

Xu Ruolin shook his fan. He laughed twice and locked eyes with Lu Nanxing, obviously figuring out what he wanted to ask. Lu Nanxing looked nervous and said, “A-Huan.”

Meng Huan walked toward the back of the corridor, where there were fewer visitors.

Xu Ruolin followed and really heard the question, “That day in the inn, did you drug me?”

Although Meng Huan’s voice was calm, the annoyance rarely seen on his face was there, and he glared at him viciously.

Xu Ruolin looked thoughtful and scratched his jaw. “Young Master Meng, this is a complicated matter. I don’t know if you will listen to my explanation.”

Meng Huan’s heart sank, thinking: If you can’t tell me you didn’t give me an aphrodisiac, your father will die suddenly tonight. I will help give you two fists.

Xu Ruolin sighed and looked like he had a hard time.

“Young Master Meng, the other day, I heard you wanted to leave the prince’s residence to go to Uncle Meng. I think this is not sensible behavior.”

“Oh?”

“Young Master Meng initially discussed Lin Bozhou’s evil deeds, but if we analyzed it deeply, according to reason, Young Master Meng mixed into the prince’s residence with great difficulty and should find the opportunity to take this traitor’s life. However, why did Young Master Meng only care about his safety and forget this big event that will leave a name in history?”

Meng Huan: “………………”

Awesome.

He is really good at talking.

After all, not only did he not deserve sympathy for being taken as a concubine, but he also became an opportunity to assassinate Lin Bozhou?

And he actually intended to blame and condemn him when he didn’t conduct the assassination?

Although this reasoning was correct in some ways……

It didn’t apply to people with double standards.

Meng Huan tilted his head and wrinkled his brows. “That day when Lin Bozhou appeared in the restaurant, how come you didn’t tackle and get him killed on the spot?”

Xu Ruolin’s face changed slightly. “Young Master Meng, these words—”

“Not only did you not show your temper by angrily scolding him on the spot, but you were also very flattering. Then what qualifications do you have to ask others to assassinate him? You knew that even if the assassination of Lin Bozhou was successful, the assassin would definitely be cut into pieces by the prince’s guards and die on the spot, but you still encouraged it. You want Lin Bozhou to die but don’t dare to do it yourself. You only want to transfer the danger to others and enjoy the benefits yourself.”

Meng Huan said this paragraph with a loud voice.

He didn’t know about politics, but he knew about fairness.

Xu Ruolin’s face changed conspicuously, obviously angered by him. “Young Master Meng, what you say makes sense, but life has highs and lows. Young Master Meng can sacrifice, but I can’t.”

Next to him, Lu Nanxing’s expression was a bit tense. “Little Marquis.”

Meng Huan did not understand this sentence: “What do you mean?”

Xu Ruolin sneered, “You are a son of the Jishizhong of the Ministry of Rites; what is it if you die? While I am the son of the Marquis of Zhenguan. If I want to achieve something, I need other people’s corpses to hold me up. And you—you are the corpse that will hold me up. When you die, I will collect your corpse, give you a beautiful burial, and even praise your fame. But you’re not dead. You’re a coward, a stray dog who fawned on the powerful when your father was harmed!”

It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head.

Meng Huan was stunned in place, his heart beating wildly in his chest, and he clenched his teeth. “So, this is why you drugged me? To cut off my escape route, make me resent Lin Bozhou, and kill him?”

Xu Ruolin grunted, “I didn’t say that I gave the drug, and I don’t know any drug.”

Lu Nanxing’s face also began to turn white.

If this matter were pursued, he would definitely take the blame for Xu Ruolin.

Xu Ruolin was the little marquis, and his father was a marquis with the title of “Superior Grade,” exceeding the first grade. It was awarded only to a few imperial relatives and meritorious officials. The general public couldn’t touch him, and if the marquis personally pleaded for leniency, Lin Bozhou would likely have to give him some face.

Meng Huan’s chest surged with heat. He was angry beyond words, and his mind buzzed as he raised his hand without much thought.

“Bang!” a fist smashed in his face.

A layer of powder was knocked off Xu Ruolin’s face, which looked woeful, and he was furious. “Meng Huan, you’re just the son of a fifth-grade official. How dare you make a move against this marquis!!!”

He turned around. “Men! Hit him for me!”

A group of strong servants from the marquis’ residence would follow him when he went out. Hearing these words, the strong servants rolled their sleeves and went up. Lu Nanxing tried to mediate the fight with a pale face. “Little Marquis, A-Huan is not the son of a fifth-grade official now, but Lin Bozhou’s man!”

Hehe. It seemed they didn’t know that Meng Huan had been promoted to a princess.

The opposite side came to beat Meng Huan, all tall and strong. Meng Huan just felt a little afraid as Fengzhi shrieked behind. “Beating people! Someone’s beating people! Come here!”

The guards of the prince’s residence, originally behind Meng Huan, belonged to Lin Bozhou and rushed forward with big steps.

They were the prince’s residence’s guards, wearing swords, and their eyes were sharp, sweeping at the strong servants behind Xu Ruolin.

Meng Huan ran behind the guards and was so angry that he exploded. “Hit! Hit him for me!”

It was common for the servants of ancient young masters to beat people, but they would usually weigh the other party’s origins before hitting. On Xu Ruolin’s side, the strong servants were exceptionally arrogant. “How brazen! Let’s see which of you dares to touch the little marquis!”

Meng Huan paused and asked, “Can you fight?”

The guards nodded. “Marquis Xun is high in rank, so fighting is not recommended. But if the princess wants this subordinate to fight, we can do so because the prince is higher than the marquis.”

Meng Huan clenched his teeth. “Then fight!”

In the temple in the evening, two groups of people brawled together.

The abbot was frightened out of his mind, panicked, and came to dissuade the fight. He was scared when he heard they were all marquises and princes and directly fainted.

Not only did he faint, the maids were also scared and nearly fainted. Someone ran back. “This servant is going to inform the prince.”

The subordinates fought together, and it was hard to separate them.

Meng Huan watched for a while and couldn’t help but rush up to yank Xu Ruolin’s hair. He raised his hand and fiercely punched his face again.

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Lin Bozhou (calm): Wait a minute, I’m grinding the big account.