You Jin was sweating on his forehead. “Princess, if the prince is angry with you during this time…… do not take it to heart. The prince is not usually like this.”
Lin Bozhou’s inner circle members had already experienced Lin Bozhou’s violent nature when he lost his eyesight.
Meng Huan: “So scary?”
“I can’t say it’s scary,” You Jin deliberated, “But it’s good to have a preparation in your heart. The prince is in a bad mood when his eye disease recurs and is easily angered–”
He was a servant, not daring to say anything bad about his master, but also wanted to remind Meng Huan, momentarily anxious that he did not know what to say.
The atmosphere was a little tense.
After a moment of silence, Meng Huan said, “His Highness also has a difficult time, right?”
You Jin opened his mouth and suddenly froze. “Yes. Of course, it’s difficult for him.”
Meng Huan: “I got it.”
Meng Huan had some impressions of Lin Bozhou’s out-of-control anger when he lost sight but also had a chill in his back. In the book, the first time Lin Bozhou killed someone was his half-younger brother, Lin Chengxu.
Lin Bozhou was the eldest son of the first wife of the prince’s residence. His imperial mother was a generous and gentle princess, understanding but not favored. In contrast, Lin Chengxu’s mother was the Huakui* of the brothel, promoted to be a side concubine by her beauty, and she took advantage of all the glory in the prince’s family.
*Huakui: a nickname for a famous beauty or courtesan.
Lin Luan repeatedly gave the cold shoulder to the generous and gentle princess. The princess’ heart was on her only child, protecting Lin Bozhou, pulling him up, and carefully nurturing him to inherit the title in the future.
Although the side concubine was highly favored in the house, she knew the princess had a son and would not be arrogant and domineering.
–Till Lin Bozhou’s eyes went wrong.
The state policy of the Great Zong: Whether inheriting the throne or a title, those with disabilities were not allowed to do so.
Lin Luan caused Lin Bozhou to be crippled at an early age. After much consideration, he decided to abolish Lin Bozhou’s position as the heir and establish Lin Chengxu instead. A mother was noble because of the dignity of her son. The side concubine became more arrogant in the prince’s residence, bullying the princess and Lin Bozhou.
A few days before the change of his position, Lin Bozhou invited Lin Chengxu to play chess by the river. He was blind and used a black veil to cover his eyes. He made a bet with him: If he won, Lin Chengxu would swim a few laps in the river. He would jump into the lake and swim a few laps if he lost.
Lin Chengxu bullied him for being blind, and there were Qingkes beside himself, so he didn’t believe Lin Bozhou could beat him. He thought Lin Bozhou would undoubtedly die and agreed to it. When he really lost the game, he tried to back out and was kicked into the river by Lin Bozhou, drowning because he did not know how to swim.
In response, Lin Bozhou only had one sentence: If he lost, he would also jump into the river to die.
At that time, his psyche had already begun to become distorted. His desire to win and lose was too strong and possessive, and his character was competitive. Especially when he was blind and insecure, his whole being would become sharp.
The summer night wind was hot and dry, blowing across the long hallway.
You Jin proposed, “Otherwise, how about Princess return to the main palace to rest there?”
This was an excellent proposal to avoid being hurt by Lin Bozhou.
Meng Huan thought for a while, “I’d better go see him.”
“Hey, the prince is not in a good mood now. Not to mention scolding the subordinates, he would also smash things indiscriminately. It would be bad if something splatters and the prince hurts Princess.”
Meng Huan was also more or less afraid.
If Lin Bozhou pulled out a knife, the possibility of stabbing him with a knife wasn’t unlikely. It was similar to Cao Cao; insecurity led to suspicion and killing people in a good dream.
Meng Huan hesitated for a while and opened his lips.
After all, they were a couple. Meng Huan said, “Then I’ll sneak off to see when the prince is asleep.”
You Jin could only nod. “Yes.”
Lin Bozhou now suffered from an eye disease, no longer dealing with official business, and went to bed earlier than before. After Meng Huan turned a circle outside, the little eunuch tiptoed in and said, “The prince is sleeping.”
It was time to go in and see him.
Meng Huan let out an “mm” and removed his shoes to make the movement lighter. He quietly entered the hall door, there were no messy breaking things, but under the dim light, the pages on the table were crumpled into a ball, with narrow and thin cracks, a vague glimpse of someone’s repressed negative feeling.
Meng Huan stepped very lightly and walked to the bed.
The bed was bulging into a hill, and Lin Bozhou was lying on his side as if asleep.
His black hair covered his ears and neck, revealing only a slightly pale jaw.
Meng Huan leaned over and looked at him to ensure he was asleep.
Well, that’s good.
Meng Huan was about to leave when he saw the quilt that had fallen halfway down.
His brain twitched momentarily, and then, reflexively, he pulled the quilt up.
The next moment, the figure on the bed moved.
Lin Bozhou woke up but did not speak, as if waiting for the person who came to talk.
He couldn’t see with his eyes and didn’t know who it was, but he was also being difficult and didn’t want to ask.
Meng Huan whispered, “Your Highness, it’s me. I came to see if you’ve slept.”
Lin Bozhou sat up slightly. His eyes had been wrapped with a white veil, his hands were at his side, blue veins emerged from the pale white, and his expression seemed tired.
He said, “Princess.”
Meng Huan’s heart tightened for a moment.
This was the first time he didn’t call him Huan Huan but the princess.
Meng Huan’s knees rested on the bed, and he leaned over slightly. “I’ll pull the corner of the quilt for you. Sleep well on your own.”
He did not ask for Lin Bozhou’s eyes.
What greeted him was not a promise of “mm,” but “Where did you go just now? Why did you only come to see this prince now?”
The air fell into silence.
Meng Huan squeezed the quilt’s corner and realized Lin Bozhou’s voice was cold.
….. Was he throwing a tantrum?
