Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

A stout man pulled out a few steamed buns and a pot of water from behind and threw them in front of Meng Huan. “ Bang-” The door slammed shut, and the light inside the woodshed became dark.

The sound of footsteps got farther and farther away.

Dinner turned out to be these few steamed buns.

“Phew……” But Meng Huan heard himself sighing with relief.

The group had finally left.

His back tingled, and he had been emotionally tense. At this time, his shoulders flooded with a slight soreness. Meng Huan took a deep breath; his stomach had long been rumbling, flooded with hunger.

Thinking back on the experience from being drugged unconscious to now, it felt as unbelievable as a hallucination. Meng Huan picked up a hard steamed bun and brought it to his mouth for a bite…

–It’s hard.

I can’t even bite QAQ.

It was also mixed with gravel and sand, choking his mouth.

Meng Huan’s lips couldn’t help but skim down. In the dark, his eyes were flushed with a circle of red.

If Lin Bozhou were there, he would never let him be tied up and eat like a beggar.

Meng Huan tried to bite another mouthful of the steamed bun. The rough texture was not inedible and barely edible when softened by the water in the pot.

In fact, in the past, when Meng Huan was in the orphanage, the food was not good, so he did not care so much about the fine food and drink as long as he was full.

But now, biting into the steamed bun and thinking about Lin Bozhou, his heart couldn’t help but feel slightly sour.

It might be that after someone treated him well, he could not suffer anymore.

…… If Lin Bozhou found him, he had to sell his misery in front of him so that he would feel sorry for himself.

When the time came, Lin Bozhou would certainly hug him and call him a baby for half a day.

Thinking of this, Meng Huan’s heart seemed to soften a lot, and at the same time, there was a force that became increasingly firm.

Meng Huan bit into a bun mixed with sand and gravel again.

He could not do anything else, but his desire to live had always been strong. He could let go of anything but couldn’t let go of his health. He had to eat more and had the strength to hold on until Lin Bozhou rescued himself.

Meng Huan swallowed the last bite of the steamed bun on cold water and walked to the window. This window was so small that a normal person’s size could not climb out. The door was tightly closed and chained up.

Trying to escape was obviously impossible.

Meng Huan stood by the window and looked out with his head while tiptoeing on his feet. It seemed to be the abandoned backyard of a temple, with the sound of ringing bells coming from far away, but it was far from the temple’s lively front yard.

Those Jurchen thugs sat in the dam not far from the woodshed, and as it was getting late, they set up a fire to roast some pheasants, singing a song he couldn’t understand.

–Calling for help would have alerted them, so this possibility was non-existent.

Meng Huan spat the disgusting thing in his mouth, returned to the bed, and sat down.

The bed was dirty.

It was filled with the smell of sticky sweat, and it really seemed to be where the widower who used to help with the firewood lived. But An Chui said the widower committed suicide and died in this bed by drinking poison.

“……”

Meng Huan stood up and walked around the dark room.

A while later, he saw a pile of withered straw in the corner. He spread it on the ground, barely separating the dust from the ground, and sat on his butt.

Let’s sleep like this for tonight.

His nerves were tense all afternoon, and he was still in high tension. In his ears, he heard the sound of drunken yelling outside the door, so he relaxed easily and reluctantly went to sleep.

The room was extremely quiet.

Although Meng Huan was asleep, his nerves were still very sensitive, and he could catch any movement.

A drunken voice came from outside the door.

“The Han in the woodshed is very beautiful. I saw him this afternoon. He’s tender and white, so beautiful that I want to bite him to death!”

“Let’s go see?”

Another voice said, “You’re crazy. An Chui said not to touch him. If he gets hurt, we’ll all die!”

“Andrae only said he wanted his hands but not his body.” There was a sound of something being pushed away. “If you don’t dare to touch him, get lost and leave me alone.”

“Bam-” There was a bang, and the door was kicked open by heavy leather boots.

Meng Huan jerked awake and looked at several sinister figures at the door.

Across the long distance, the smell of alcohol wafted over. That man scratched his chin and walked this way, his hands already starting to untie his trouser belt. “If you’re willing to sleep with me for one night, I’ll give you meat and rice tomorrow instead of steamed buns laced with sand and gravel.”

Meng Huan’s heart pounded wildly, and he stood up, his voice so loud that he didn’t even realize it. “What do you want!”

The man with thick wrists and a scimitar hanging from his waist reached out and grabbed Meng Huan’s wrist, emitting a fishy smell of cattle and sheep.

At that moment, Meng Huan was aware of his intention, and his mind subconsciously began to defend himself. He reached out, yanked the scimitar from the man’s side, and held it in his hand. “Get lost!”

The other party looked unconcerned. “This kind of knife is not for you to play with, little brother.”

At this moment, Meng Huan only had the anger of facing rape without cowardice.

He yelled with a voice dozens of times louder than before. “Do you think I want to kill you? You’re wrong!” He put the knife against his wrist; the blade was sharp and could easily cut through the flesh. “If you dare to touch me, I will cut off this hand!”

Meng Huan trembled with anger as he said this. He could barely analyze from the conversation just now that An Chui had requested him and wanted his hands that could draw.

Then this was the only bargaining chip that could threaten the other party.

Otherwise, if he fell into the hands of this group of animals, he would only be treated like livestock and trampled on like a pig or dog!

The man’s feet stopped, his expression indifferent. “Ridiculous. I can easily take the knife back before you do it.”

Meng Huan gritted his teeth, “So what! There are many ways for me to die! There are also many ways to break these hands. If you really want to have your head cut off by An Chui, you can take another step forward and try!”

Inside the empty woodshed, Meng Huan’s eyes stared angrily at the invading foreigners, and his teeth clenched at the thought of the people whose heads he had cut off for no reason. The anger flowing from his eyes did not match his delicate features, making people tremble with fear, thinking that he could do something to cut off his hands.

The men paused, and the man with the knife retreated a step back.

“Bumped into a tough guy,” Someone said.

Others said, “Don’t play around. We’ll really lose our heads if An Chui knows.”

“Let’s go?”

The man stared at Meng Huan, reached out drunkenly, and snatched back the knife he held, turning around and strutting out the door.

Behind him, Meng Huan had a cold sweat, his throat trembled, and his voice took on a bit of hoarseness.

The voice that spoke was one of hate, not fear.

“Bastard.”