Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

When he had a political disagreement with someone in the past, the more he grasped the other party’s weakness, the more he remained unmoved like a mountain, and the warmer he was, but he appeared gloomy now and glanced at Chen An coolly.

“There were already several letters delivered to the prince’s residence. An Chui was taken into custody, and the Northern Zhenfu Division will conduct a fair trial,” said Lin Bozhou. “He dared to raise a foreign prince in his house. He should dare to take responsibility since he dared to do it. He delivers letters and wants to talk to this prince now. That anxious white face, who does not know what he wants.”

Chen An understood his meaning. “Then this subordinate will reply to him that Your Highness is recovering from illness and will not see guests.”

Lin Bozhou responded in a low voice.

Chen An wanted to leave but remembered something and looked back at Lin Bozhou; his tone was uncontainably elated. “Your Highness, can we overthrow the Cui now?”

His meaning was that the Cui family kept the young prince of the Jurchen tribe in the house and connived in foreigners’ kidnapping of the royal relatives. This crime couldn’t be covered even if he was the chief minister of the cabinet, Cui Renfang, and someone was bound to die.

The Ministry of Appointments, controlled by Elder Cui, was the pivotal center for officials to be appointed and promoted and had great significance. Therefore, Elder Cui’s power in the court was so strong that Lin Bozhou, who had not yet established a firm foothold then, was forced to agree with him on the surface and call him ‘teacher.’

As long as Elder Cui was brought down, the party and power of the Zhuoliu party in the court were also brought down. The appointment and removal of officials were completely in their hands, and they could dig out the rotten flesh; how delightful!

Chen An’s tone was ecstatic, his eyes wavering with his imaginary picture. “If he falls, there won’t be any party pursuing private gain, wicked people in power, or a rotting corpse in a high position. Your Highness…… only talented people will be used, virtuous and capable, and the government will hopefully be clear!”

Who did not understand this truth?

But the Cui family’s roots in the dynasty were huge and strong and could not be eradicated in one day.

Lin Bozhou nudged his fingertips on the space between his brows, the bottom of his eyes sank like a pool of water, and he looked much calmer. “First, report the matter to His Majesty, then look at An Chui’s confession. This fierce battle will take time to fight.”

“Order received!” Chen An excitedly headed out.

“Wait.”

Lin Bozhou suddenly called out to him.

Chen An: “Your Highness, what is it?”

Lin Bozhou raised his eyes. “Arrange our people in the Northern Zhenfu Divison. Don’t let anyone get close to An Chui easily.”

The more deadly the evidence of their crime, the more they would find a way to destroy it.

Chen An’s face was solemn. “Yes.”

He turned and left the hall.

Meng Huan finally raised his head from his shoulder, turning his eyes to survey Chen An’s departing back, and his hands gripped Lin Bozhou’s lapel.

He felt ashamed. Every time he was intimate with Lin Bozhou, the extremely hard-working regent constantly had something to deal with, making him look like Daji, who damaged the country and caused suffering to the people.

Only at this point did Meng Huan raise his eyes. “Are you done talking?”

Lin Bozhou pinched his thin jaw. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s eat.”

Meng Huan let out an “mm.” When the servants served food one after another, he had a little realization in his heart.

The male lead in a Mary Sue novel went straight for a big kill when the supporting characters messed with him.

But in real bureaucracy, any well-known person could not be killed indiscriminately unless the death of unaffected cannon fodder.

For example, Meng Xueming was an insignificant sixth-grade official, but when Lin Bozhou sent him away, it could cause the world’s scholarly rage.

Moreover, it was Elder Cui, the chief of the cabinet. The Great Zong was famous for party camping and crony scourge. Moving the chief minister would touch the interests of many people.

Lin Bozhou’s reputation was bad because he moved too many people’s interests.

In the bureaucratic world, swords and spears were not weapons, but the laws of the dynasty were the weapons.

But many laws and regulations had long been obsolete and inapplicable; so much that they were only shackles.

The Great Zong’s corruption lay here. All those with vested interests would just stick to the old ways and keep their piece of land. Any changes or acts that would break up their benefits would cause them to be alarmed and angry.

Lin Bozhou wanted to change it? Sorry, the right to speak was in the hands of the scholars. The scholars were the ones with vested interests. If Lin Bozhou moved their interests, they would spray Lin Bozhou to death with ink and pen.

The people might think Lin Bozhou was good, but they couldn’t read and write and couldn’t make any noise, which was the same as non-existence.

This had always been the case. Therefore, this was why so many people fighting for the common people would have a miserable downfall.

…… In the original book, Lin Bozhou led the army to resist the Jurchen tribe, and the person tripping behind the scenes was Elder Cui’s people.

At that time, it seemed to have caused him much misery.

–According to the world’s self-awareness, wouldn’t Lin Bozhou still go to war?

Meng Huan was baffled, unable to understand.

In his ear, Lin Bozhou scooped up a bowl of chicken soup. “Drink something to fill your stomach first.”

“Mm.” Meng Huan returned to his senses and looked down at the clear yellow chicken soup.

He scooped the chicken soup and took a small sip.

“Does it taste good?”

Meng Huan nodded.

But Lin Bozhou didn’t smile. “Huan Huan is starving.”

He didn’t eat but only put what Meng Huan liked into his bowl. With two pairs of chopsticks, a new dish was passed to his lips after eating one. Meng Huan’s white cheeks bulged from being stuffed, and his chin was pinched again. “Eat slowly. Huan Huan’s stomach is not good now. You can’t digest if you eat too much.”

Meng Huan stopped his chopsticks, pointing to the roasted fish, and said impatiently, “This is delicious.”

Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows. “Eat another chopstick.”

Meng Huan pouted. “I’m very hungry.”

“A small amount of food,” Lin Bozhou came closer to look at him. “You can eat when you’re hungry, but you can’t eat too much at one time. It’s not good for your stomach.”

Meng Huan wanted to get angry but couldn’t; the dissatisfaction on his face was already very obvious. As he was annoyed, Lin Bozhou wrapped his arms around his waist again and hugged him.

“Huan Huan.”

Meng Huan: “Put me down.”

Lin Bozhou kissed his earlobe, and his fingers lifted his clothes and explored inside. “Your belly is already plump.”

Meng Huan couldn’t hold back and hit his jaw head-on.

Lin Bozhou seemed to be in pain with the thump, licking his lips. “After a full meal, the strength also came up.”

“……”

Meng Huan was distressed again. “Does it hurt?”

Lin Bozhou looked at him, eyebrows lazily drooping, and did not answer this sentence. “Kiss me.”

Meng Huan moved closer and kissed the red jaw from the hit, his hand on his shoulder. He slowly probed the tip of his tongue, kissing his piece of dry skin.

Lin Bozhou’s hand embraced his narrow, white waistline.

The young man had lost much weight but not the meat of the buttocks; it was still round, peach-like, and slightly curved.

When their skin came closer, it gently burned as if lit on fire.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes.

–Meng Huan’s scarlet tongue was gently licking him.

It produced the sound of something moistening.