Chapter 36.1

Meng Huan’s back was getting farther and farther away.

Cui Han looked thoughtful. “Does the princess and the prince have a good relationship?”

“That’s a strange thing to ask,” Shan Xing wanted to laugh. “A married couple, can their relationship be bad?”

Cui Han nodded slowly and responded with a sound.

“What?” Shan Xing slightly raised his eyebrows as if he had realized something. “Young Master Cui, do you hope they have a bad relationship?”

“No.” Cui Han’s throat rolled. “How would I dare?”

The curvature of Shan Xing’s lips turned slightly inward.

He also looked at Meng Huan’s departing back. The young man ran straight to the residence door, without the slightest hesitation, just like a clingy child who was eager to find his parents.

His last tone was somewhat deep. “That’s good.”

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It was hot at the entrance of the prince’s residence, but there was an ear room* next to it with some ice cubes inside, so it wasn’t ridiculously hot.

*The ear room is a small extra room built next to the main house in Han architecture. Both sides of the main house also have a room or two rooms of small depth and height, as the two ears hang on both sides of the main house, so they are called ear rooms.

The servants inside saw Meng Huan standing here and exchanging pleasantries, thinking that the princess would leave soon, but they didn’t expect Meng Huan to start chatting with them…

“How many children do you have?”

“Why did you want to become a servant in the prince’s residence? Oh, you don’t have a field, right.”

“Is it true that the prince didn’t have a single fling in the past?”

“……”

Fengzhi brought Meng Huan a piece of watermelon. He ate the watermelon while looking for something to discuss, and time passed quickly.

When the clear sound of the carriage sounded, Meng Huan stood up and ran to the residence entrance, and seeing the brilliantly decorated carriage, his heart skipped a beat. He had never experienced this kind of nervousness before, as if a young girl finally seeing the person she expected passed by the window, and his body started to tense up.

“Your Highness, please.”

The coachman lifted the low stool and put it on the ground.

The black boots stepped down, and the wide sleeves peeked out from the curtain as Lin Bozhou half-bent out of the carriage; his indifferent gaze cast down and fell on Meng Huan.

He lowered his eyes and saw an embarrassed expression on Meng Huan’s face, scratching his hair and saying, “Your Highness, you’re back?”

Like he was embarrassed.

Lin Bozhou stood, looking at the sun in the sky for certainty, then moved his gaze back as if he thought of something. The young man before him had a damp curl on his hot forehead and did not look like he had caused trouble and wanted him to take over, but he seemed to be waiting for him out of boredom.

The corners of Lin Bozhou’s lips rose slightly, and he took his small white hand in his hand. “Why is Huan Huan here?”

Meng Huan: “Uh……”

“Waiting for this husband to leave the court?” Lin Bozhou looked at him interestedly.

Meng Huan nodded his head.

Lin Bozhou smiled.

He had known that this little youngster would be as sweet and sticky as a soft yolk when he took off his disguise, which seemed correct. They held hands all the way to the bed chamber for Lin Bozhou to change out of this set of scarlet court clothes.

While walking, his voice was steady. “Huan Huan, what happy things happened today?”

Walking with him, Meng Huan thought in his mind and shook his head. “No.”

“No?” Lin Bozhou asked, “Nothing happy at all?”

Despite that, Meng Huan still nodded.

“So sad,” Lin Bozhou squeezed his hand. “Now this husband is out of court and can keep Huan Huan company.”

The two of them were so affectionate; it was to the extent that any subordinate would long for love if they heard it next to them.

Meng Huan was also a little shy and felt that Lin Bozhou had done a good job representing a husband’s perspective.

He thought about it and dawdled to tug Lin Bozhou’s sleeve, saying, “Husband, hurry up. When we get to the bed chamber, I’ll help Husband change his clothes.”

The weather was hot and dry, and Lin Bozhou was sweating a bit; his forehead was damp with a few strands of wet hair. He stopped in his tracks when he heard the word. “Hm?”

Meng Huan knew he would notice but still sheepishly repeated, “Help you change your clothes.”

“The last word,” Lin Bozhou reminded.

Meng Huan mumbled, “Husband?”

Lin Bozhou’s two eyes narrowed with a smile, and he asked, “Huan Huan is sincere now, isn’t he?”

Meng Huan stood with a red face and a dumbfounded expression. After all, he didn’t know what to do when he was shy. He would only tug on the corner of his clothes and stand still, allowing others to tease him.

Lin Bozhou held him. “Okay, this husband is looking forward to it. Huan Huan, let’s go.”

A basin of hot water was placed inside the bed chamber. After the weather got hot, Lin Bozhou would bathe every day, especially after the court and carriage ride. It was necessary to wash away all the dust, fatigue, and sweat.

He was a prudent and neat person. Meng Huan stood behind the screen, and only he and Lin Bozhou were left after dismissing the crowd. He stretched out his small hand and untied Lin Bozhou’s clothes for him.

“Couple” was a wonderful word. Before Meng Huan transmigrated into the book, he was just a small nerd who loved to read and knock CP, struggling to say two words to a stranger. Now, he naturally undressed for another person, intimately so.

The collar was opened to reveal Lin Bozhou’s lean collarbone, firm, smooth shoulder lines, and pectoral muscles. Meng Huan lowered his eyes as if a burning feather had fallen on his eyelids.

A tall, upright male body was before him when the clothes were all on the ground.

Lin Bozhou went into the washbasin and gently pulled his hand.

Meng Huan asked, “Is Your Highness’s body feeling better?”

“Mm, it’s better,” Lin Bozhou said, stroking his fingers.

“Then you are recovering quickly.” Meng Huan pushed aside his water-soaked hair and asked, “Is your knee better?”

“It has scabbed over and doesn’t hurt anymore,” Lin Bozhou tilted his head. “Huan Huan, don’t worry, okay?”

“Oh.”

Meng Huan muttered and stroked his hair, subconsciously glancing at his knee to ensure there was nothing wrong with it before turning his eyes again.

Lin Bozhou looked at him without blinking.

He hooked his finger. “Huan Huan, come here.”

Meng Huan realized what was going on, came closer, and was kissed on the lips. “Huan Huan is so cute.”

“……”

Meng Huan appeared calm on the surface but directly screamed wildly inside–

Would there really be a man to call him Huan Huan and say he was cute every day, QAQ?