Finally, the atmosphere improved.
Lin Bozhou rested on the pillow and exhaled silently. His mood was immersed in gloom after losing his eyesight, but his body indicated that he was no longer so full of aggression.
Not a single word was said, and the surroundings were too quiet. Meng Huan patted the quilt and asked as if looking for a topic, “Your Highness, are you unable to return to the court during this period?”
Last time, Lin Bozhou’s eyes were merely photophobic and blurred, not blind. All he could do was live idly in his house, unable to do anything. This time, it seemed to be more serious.
Lin Bozhou let out a breathy “mm.”
Meng Huan revealed a relaxed expression. “That’s good.”
There was a short period of silence.
Lin Bozhou repeated with an astringent voice. “Good?”
The last time Lin Bozhou lived idly in his house, various court departments were waiting for Lin Bozhou’s instructions and approvals. Even though the bureaucratic system of the Great Zong was already very mature, it still caused some stagnation and trouble.
Lin Bozhou laughed in disbelief: Where was the good?
Good for becoming a good-for-nothing invalid?
By his ear, Meng Huan’s voice was clean and clear. “So that you can take a good rest for a while.”
After saying that, Meng Huan seemed to realize that the last sentence was inappropriate, and hastily averted his gaze. “…… I don’t mean to say it’s good that you can’t see with your eyes!”
He turned his face quickly, bringing the incense smell on his hair and over his shallow, exhaled breath.
“……”
Lin Bozhou closed his eyes and was briefly silent, unable to express the depressing and anxious feeling in his bones that felt like drowning in the deep sea and being overlaid by suffocating waves.
He understood Huan Huan’s good intentions but could not stop the anxiety in his heart.
The capital inspection was approaching, so it was a good time for party disputes. Although it was only the second or third month of the lunar year, they would start to expose and accuse each other this summer. Meng Xueming and Vice Deputy Zhou’s impeachment of him was the prelude. The court was eyeing him covetously now, and everyone wanted him dead.
And amidst this fierce party struggle, the Great Zong would step into decline.
A powerful enemy was waiting, the state treasury was empty, the emperor was young and weak, the corpse held power, and the imperial power didn’t consider the common people’s well-being. The old-fashioned literati rushed to compete, climbing up and down, chasing riches and honor. The officials’ minds were all in the party dispute, wealth, and official posts, pulling others down to embezzle more benefits.
The clique only brought disaster. From the day Lin Luan was abolished as the crown prince to the present, it became more intense and uncontrollable.
Lin Bozhou only wished he could have more time and energy to pull the Great Zong back on track.
But his eye disease seemed to be constantly reminding him. He wanted to prove that human determination would triumph over nature, but Heaven always oppressed him.
The restlessness and depression of Lin Bozhou’s body inexplicably diminished when Meng Huan’s warm fingertips touched him.
Meng Huan’s breath was also very close. “Your Highness, I’m really sleepy. Call me if you still want to do anything in the middle of the night. I’ll wake up right away.”
He touched his hand. “Don’t get up by yourself, lest you burn yourself again, okay?”
The softness of his voice and the sharpness in Lin Bozhou’s thoughts toppled together. There was no fierce rebound, only loving accommodation filling his dry and anxious heart.
“……”
Lin Bozhou’s fingers slowly loosened.
Meng Huan said, “If you want to pee again, call me too. Didn’t you pee very smoothly, proving it’s quite easy to adapt?”
“……”
The words…… treated him like a waste who couldn’t care for himself.
Lin Bozhou gently pursed his lips tight.
But in his head, he began to retrace the image of Meng Huan’s small hands holding him up, and although he couldn’t see it, he could feel it.
Meng Huan was so soft and gentle, embracing all his hostility. However, Meng Huan was so clean that there was no hint of danger to him, only a clarity that made people yearn for it.
Lin Bozhou would really…… his restlessness was calmed. He just wanted to listen to his words, be good and adapt to the touch of his palm.
He only wants to be together with him.
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The people inside the hall slept peacefully, but those outside slept restlessly.
Without Lin Bozhou’s instructions, they did not dare to enter the bed chamber, but they were afraid that something would happen to Lin Bozhou, so they squatted at the bottom of the wall and desperately listened to the movement inside.
When they heard “bam!” of the lamp falling to the ground, the eunuchs went crazy, thinking it had started. The prince began to lose his temper and could not suppress the fury in his heart, looking for something to vent!
And in this hall, in addition to the items, the only living person who could withstand his anger was the princess, Meng Huan.
All night long, the eunuchs did not dare to close their eyes, reciting “Amitabha Buddha” for the princess.
Lin Bozhou didn’t beat his servants. He usually killed them directly.
It wasn’t sure if the prince would beat his wife. ……
When dawn arrived, they crawled in from the door with black eyes, first glancing at the room for traces of broken things and spattered blood. Then they bumped into each other and raised their heads. “Your Highness—”
There was a pause in their voices.
The tall and upright figure of Lin Bozhou stood by the bed, and a white veil covered his eyes. He turned his back to the hall entrance, and his clothes were loose, completely concealing the young man before him.
Meng Huan seemed to have stuffed something under his clothes, and his tone was anxious. “Your Highness, why hasn’t it come out yet?”
Lin Bozhou’s voice was calm: “It’s a morning symptom of men”
Meng Huan’s tone was anxious. “But…… my hands are sore, qwq.”
Lin Bozhou reached out and gently wrapped his arm around his waist.
“Okay, soon.”
“…………”
