Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

The group went out and locked the door tight.

The slanting shadows of firewood emerged from the darkened room. Meng Huan stiffened, standing in a daze for a moment before snapping out of the feeling of withdrawal when his emotions got out of hand.

After the dust settled, the overwhelming sourness of being shocked rushed to the tip of his nose. Meng Huan’s eyes were moist, staring hatefully at the door in the darkness like a child aggrieved to the core.

He returned to his floor bunk and rested his head on it, unable to help but murmur, “Lin Bozhou……”

“When will you come to my rescue?”

“I’m being bullied, woo woo woo……”

Woo woo woo woo, he really wanted to brawl.

But Meng Huan rubbed the corner of his wet eyes and stubbornly pursed his lips.

He finally understood the self-awareness of the world in this book.

At that time, the original shou escaped from the prince’s residence. To avoid the pursuit of the prince’s guards, he hid in some remote place, devouring raw meat and living a miserable life like Bear’s* survival in the wild. Then, the author said that this plot was to show the stoic and ruthless character of the original shou.

* Edward Michael “Bear” Grylls OBE is a British adventurer, writer, television presenter, and businessman. After embarking on many adventures, he first drew attention and became widely known for his television series Man vs. Wild.

The path that the original owner took, he also had to bear some.

Fine. The word “ruthless” had never been so annoying to Meng Huan.

He sat in the straw, waiting for his blood to calm and cool. As his brain fell into a ripple of absent-mindedness, he recalled Lin Bozhou’s name uncontrollably, like a disease, like possessed.

He seemed only to have these three words to look forward to in this world.

These three words could really give him a sense of security.

Meng Huan raised his head and stared blankly at the night sky outside the window square.

He could see the river of stars and the moon.

He wiped the corners of his eyes, hoping Lin Bozhou could appear at the window at this time and gently call his name.

…… Woo woo woo, couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Meng Huan didn’t want to cry, so he buried his head in the crook of his arm, tears wetting his lapel.

Nevertheless, he finally fell asleep when he was mentally and physically exhausted to the limit, except that his sleeping posture was not very good, resulting in uncomfortable joints, and he woke up with soreness in his shoulders and knees.

The sound of chains rang at the door as the door was pushed open, and An Chui entered.

He saw Meng Huan sitting on the pile of straw. “Ho, why don’t you sleep in bed?”

He put the stack of papers he was holding on the table.

Meng Huan did not say anything and looked at the things on the table.

There were envelopes, seemingly a letter and some paper, a box of printing clay, and a jug of water.

He said, “Come, here is your work. Finish it, and I will give you breakfast.”

Meng Huan was hungry, so he got up and went to the table. The envelope was ripped open, and a letter was shaken out with a seal on it.

“……”

When he looked clearly at the three words in vermilion, Meng Huan’s neck felt like being lifted, his spine stiffened, and his eyes that fell on the letterhead did not move for a long time.

“This is cotton paper, as thin as a cicada’s wing, but will not permeate the ink, so it is convenient for you to copy the seal on the letter.” An Chui’s tone was like speaking to a dying prisoner, superior to the extreme. “Wait until you can copy the seal before drawing on the blank letterhead. No need to rush. I brought you much paper. You just need to draw the most similar one, got it?”

He understood everything he wanted to do. Obviously, he wanted to imitate the seal and pretend that the seal owner gave the order.

Meng Huan gently pursed his lower lip and lifted his eyelids to look at An Chui.

An Chui’s sharp eyebrows showed a fierce hostility. “What?”

“No……” Meng Huan had an expression of a ‘Boss, I’ll do whatever you want,’ picked up the brush, and then looked at the seal on the envelope.

–“Lin Bozhou.”

The three words were very conspicuous.

“……”

So, did An Chui capture himself to imitate Lin Bozhou’s seal?

The beginning of the envelope was written with the words “Elder Cui.” An Chui got the letter that Lin Bozhou sent to Elder Cui. Did it prove that he and Elder Cui were very close?

Holding the brush, his brain was confused as if some memory were coming out, but after shaking his head, it was like a thick fog, elusive and dispersed.

Hey…… Had he known that he would transmigrate into a book, he would have taken notes and recited it repeatedly at that time.

“Someone,” An Chui clasped his fist and lazily said, “move his table to a small window with sunlight, find a chair for him, and then take a chain to chain him to the window so that he can imitate well and draw all day.”

“Yes.” The man who answered approached.

Seeing that it was the drunken, reckless man from yesterday, Meng Huan subconsciously drooped his eyelids and gave him a gloomy glare.

An Chui pondered, “What’s wrong?”

The man looked nervous, shook his head, and said, “Nothing.”

But An Chui saw his guilty eyes and already reacted. He held the horsewhip in his hand and shook it with a clatter, slapping his face with a fierce whip, creating a bloody gash.

The action was swift. Meng Huan was startled, and that person was stunned.

An Chui’s brow was grim and ruthless. “Only corrupt and withered Han soldiers would rush up like animals at the sight of beauty. Disgraceful, how dare you overstep me to touch him before I said you could!!!”

He was not angry at the hostage’s humiliation but annoyed at his men’s unauthorized actions.

“The Han soldiers are finished. They are loosely armed and dispersed, while I want to build a strong, orderly iron cavalry.” An Chui lifted his leg and kicked him to the ground. “You have repeatedly violated military discipline. Do you think you are still worthy to follow me? Do you really want to die so badly?”

His face was young, but his emotions were on the edge of murderous madness, making people’s backs chill, and their hearts clench.

The man knelt on the ground, probably frightened by his words, and looked terrified.

An Chui sounded extremely fed up. “Do not blame me for being cold-blooded and ruthless. I have said many times that people who give me trouble and stop the Jurchen’s hegemony, I will not consider old feelings and will kill all those who should be killed.”

His grim gaze swept to Meng Huan again. “You too. If you can’t draw this seal, just wait for the dogs to feed on your bones.”

After saying that, he left the woodshed.

“……”

The room was silent.

The tribe felt that he was heartless.

Meng Huan felt as if there was something wrong with him.

His hatred for the Han people was too heavy. If such a person really invaded the territory of the Great Zong with troops, he would probably not treat the Han people as human beings at all. He would slaughter them, shave their heads, make men into military food and women into two-legged sheep, and stew the children.

Then, would he be spared after helping him draw the seal?

Not necessarily.

Perhaps when he got what he wanted, Meng Huan, who no longer had a use, would be rubbed off unceremoniously by him, like a piece of clay stuck to a leather boot.

Someone like this…… Meng Huan blinked in confusion.

How did the original shou escape with him?

Could a wild beast really get tamed?