Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Meng Huan couldn’t think of the answer and looked down at Lin Bozhou’s seal on the letter. This letter should not be from Lin Bozhou’s recent eye disease recurrence but written by his own hand in the past. The handwriting didn’t have unnecessary strokes or hooks, and every turn of the brush and ink contained sharpness and effort.

“Woo……”

One second, Meng Huan’s expression was normal.

His expression became watery again the next second when he saw his handwriting.

His inner aggression had accumulated into a big ball, only to be released a little when poked by Lin Bozhou-related things, and this little bit was enough to make him weak.

But…… Meng Huan dipped the brush in cinnabar and slowly traced his name. The weakness stripped away seemed to be rebuilt in a single stroke, becoming firm, strong, and full.

Damn. Meng Huan decided to use his brain, which had been sealed for eighteen years, to escape from An Chui no matter what.

He must talk to Lin Bozhou to complain properly.

Meng Huan: I want to cry.

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Inside the prison of the capital’s government office.

The floor was stained with a layer of slippery blood mud, and every time it was rinsed clean, it would soon become bloodstained again. In welcoming this honored visitor in, the leader of the yamen guards kept saying, “Your Highness, please be careful.”

“Your Highness, it’s dirty.”

“Your Highness, please lift your legs high and cross the threshold before you……”

The cold and dark passageway of the government office prison had drawn too many lives, making the prison still gloomy and cold even in the hottest eighth month.

But walking beside this gloomy, high-powered big shot, the leader felt ten times as cold as ever.

“Your Highness, the prisoner is called out. He is right in front.”

Lin Bozhou stopped in his tracks, his eyes bound with a white veil, revealing the usual bridge of nose and lip. His temperament was a suppressed sinister fire, unlike the previous sickly sense of young gentleman. At this time, whoever’s breathing rate was wrong would be kicked by him grumpily.

Meng Huan had been missing for a day.

This day, he had checked all the teahouse guests and the road Meng Huan’s palanquin took, so it could also discharge all the acquaintances. If it was to revenge on Lin Bozhou, why not kill him on the spot? If not for retaliation, then after a day, they should have already asked for the things they wanted.

After ruling himself out, it could only mean that Meng Huan had recently offended someone.

As for whom he had offended, it was clear at a glance that it was the testifying murderer. His accomplices were not all apprehended, and the possibility of kidnapping him to retaliate while Meng Huan left the yamen was high.

A kerosene lamp was lit in the cell. The light was dim and seemed to be able to be blown out at any time.

Lin Bozhou’s voice was soft. “What is the purpose of your visit to the capital, and where are your companions hiding?”

Anur’s hair was disheveled, chained to his shoulders, his backbone towering high, silent.

Lin Bozhou raised his hand.

“Clang.”

Two of Anur’s fingers were chopped off and thrown into a boiling pot of soup beside him. The Jinyi guard pinched Anur’s jaw, forcing him to look at the pot of boiling water churning with his limbs.

“Let me introduce myself first,” Lin Bozhou’s tone was magnetic and graceful. “This prince is the supervising regent of the Great Zong. As long as you tell us the purpose of coming to the capital and where your accomplices are hiding, this prince can spare you the death penalty and even petition His Majesty to raise your rank and become the commander of one of the guard stations in Liaodong. You will have all the glory and wealth, carriage and beauty.”

He trailed off and paused, seemingly containing no threat but making one’s blood run cold. “Of course, if you don’t say anything, this prince will chop you up inch by inch, cook the meat pieces, and feed them back into your stomach.”

Anur’s crimson eyes stared at him.

It seemed to be an inexplicable confrontation, but Lin Bozhou was the god who held the weights, and he broke the balance easily and mercilessly:

“For the second time, the purpose of coming to the capital and the location of the accomplice’s hideout.”

Anur bit his lip firmly, bleeding from his mouth, and stared at him viciously.

Not giving him a chance to react or plead with him. The Han were ever so high and mighty that he hated them!

“Not talking?”

When Lin Bozhou’s words fell, the Jinyi guards pulled Anur’s right arm with the fingers chopped off and dipped it into the pot of boiling water.

“Ahhhhhhh!!!” Skin and flesh being boiled in boiling water, Anur let out burst after burst of miserable screams.

Amidst the screams that made people’s skin tingle, Lin Bozhou warmly said, “Your left arm is intact, and you can still enjoy wine and beauty, so it’s not too late to tell this prince.” He hooked his lips and had a smile that was surprisingly indistinguishable from warm or chilly. “The city gates have been closed, and the capital offers bounties for your tribesmen. It’s only a matter of time before they are caught. Do you need to use your life and future glory and fortune only to give them a few days to live while lingering on their last breaths?”

The smell of something cooking wafted through the air.

The Jinyi guard clipped up the fingers cooked in the pot.

Lin Bozhou moved forward, and when he took a step or two in front of him, his breath was low, as if he was a devil tempting people to fall into the endless hell. “This prince can promise you that anyone who knows that you snitched will die, so you are innocent and will not be blamed by anyone–”

Anur looked up at him, his face pale and shivering violently. He was on the verge of collapsing from the pain but shook his head sluggishly and firmly.

This group of tribes had been the sub-nation of the Great Zong for more than two hundred years. Their hatred for the Great Zong was incomparable and had reached an inhuman point.

This was the education of hatred that the Jurchen tribe had always preached. Only hatred and humility could unite them like twisted twine, and they would never betray each other.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes. The Jinyi guard next to him stepped forward, but before something could be fed in, Anur completely fainted from the pain.

The prison cell was dead silent.

Lin Bozhou stood in the damp cell, covered with the smell of blood. His slender fingers rubbed over the blood spot at his ear and neck, feeling the smell of blood, his eyebrows poised with a cold light, and he exhaled lowly.

His smile, which wandered between madness and out of control, was like the pleasure before a killing spree.

“I really hate this group of foreigners who have never studied.”

The hypocritical smile came to an abrupt end.

“May in the future, when your families are slaughtered, they will not be like me today……”

His voice trembled, “To actually be so desperate as to want to beg for mercy.”