Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

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The rainstorm was pouring, and the wind and rain were relentless. The bottom of the pit was full of water, but it was immediately scooped out. The soldiers’ arms and shoulders were stained with blood and water, the yellow soil almost reached near the waist and belly, and the mud blurred their features.

Lin Bozhou’s expression was gloomy, and after a moment, he turned over and dismounted.

The attendant was surprised. “Your Highness–”

Not only him but there was also a subtle shock in the crowd.

They realized something. “Your Highness is a blue-blooded nobility, and your body is noble. Let your subordinates do such things. Please, Your Highness-”

The horsewhip in Lin Bozhou’s hand was lightly thrown out as he walked towards the mud pit, picking up a shovel and shaving the mud on the road aside, his clothes wet from the rainstorm.

This was the prince.

This was the royal family.

It was such an honorable status.

How could he dig a mud pit with the soldiers?

The attendant choked and went forward to pick up the equipment, feet plunged into the mud and water, plowing away the mud that blocked the way. The figures in the rain were blurred.

The rain drenched his face, somewhat numbing it from the cold. Meng Huan couldn’t see any of these people in his vision, thinking it was rain, and only after a while did he realize that the heat was slightly hot.

As if struck by something, the feeling of sadness filled his chest, making the tip of his nose flush with sourness.

Meng Huan couldn’t tell what it was, but it was the saddest time he had ever felt since the march.

Soon after, the road was repaired. Lin Bozhou stood by the roadside and watched the horses pass one after another. His clothes were covered with muddy water, the side of his lean face was stained with mud, and his eyes were dark. After confirming that the road was clear, he turned around and walked towards his horse.

His body was covered in mud, his hair was disheveled, and his previously elegant long eyes were narrowed, inexplicably bringing a touch of wildness.

A few moments later, his footsteps seemed to pause when he passed by Meng Huan’s side.

“Let’s go.”

With a command, the army continued.

He mounted his horse, and his entourage returned to the troops, his figure getting further away. Meng Huan was still looking at his back in a daze.

Beside him, Zhu Dong’s voice sounded in admiration, “Our prince really understands people’s hearts. With this play, our military camp will have a soul.”

Meng Huan belatedly said, “Huh?”

“In our temporary army, many of them are not the prince’s soldiers and may not necessarily be sincere to the prince. The soldiers and generals know that the prince truly loves and appreciates them now; then they will be more loyal to him.” Zhu Dong was a rational person. “Our prince is a person who does great things. This rain is good. Let this rain wash away all the ailments of the Great Zong.”

Meng Huan opened his lips and squinted his crystal-clear eyes to look at him as if there were many complicated words he wanted to say. But he could not say it and could only look at the continuous downpour; the image kept returning to his eyes.

His lips were slightly bitten, his eyes bright.

Seeing the others marching in one after another.

He spoke in a light tone, covered with the refreshing air of a teenager. “Let’s go too!”

–

Pots and pans were buried inside the camp, with cowhides blocking the wind and rain. The soldiers moved closer to talk in the cold and damp environment, and the atmosphere seemed much more relaxed.

When they saw the people of the prince’s residence, they were not as unfamiliar as before and would even nod and salute.

“This is the people’s hearts.” Zhu Dong spoke with certainty.

“……”

Meng Huan couldn’t help but let out a laugh. He felt that they had demonized Lin Bozhou too much, as if he had no humanity, and whatever he did was done by intelligence and reason.

But Meng Huan was numb and in a good mood, not wanting to bullshit with him. After returning to the tent, he secretly wiped his body clean and changed into fresh clothes, then went to the campfire to warm himself.

Zhu Dong carried a bowl of steaming pork. “This is the pig the prince bought from the villagers nearby, saying it was to reward us for braving the rain. It was just killed and distributed to each tent,” said Zhu Dong with a satisfied smile. “It smells so good!”

Meng Huan happily ran to fetch pork soup, but because he came too late, the meat in the pot was already empty, leaving only some oily soup.

Meng Huan pouted and sullenly got a bowl of soup.

He drank the soup with displeasure when a column of soldiers and horses walked past in front of him.

The hand that drank the soup stopped.

Meng Huan remembered that they were about to reach the Shanhai Pass, and the squad army transferred from Shandong had also accelerated to arrive and join Lin Bozhou here.

The man at the head of the group had a scarred face, deep furrows on his brow, and a grim expression, also soaked to the skin by the wind and rain.

He walked forward quickly, followed by a column of soldiers behind him, some carrying treasure chests and gifts and a few soldiers leading several beautiful, elegant women wrapped in ragged clothes.

“……”

Meng Huan’s face changed, and his gaze moved over.

Those few beauties were dressed plainly but were obviously treated preferentially in the army, with white and rosy faces, like a clean and pure girl from a farming family. Their clothes did not get wet on this rainy day, and they probably rode in a horse-drawn carriage. Their eyes were shy, and many soldiers looked up at them as they walked past the camp with their heads down.

–They were indeed beautiful.

–But the direction they were going was indeed Lin Bozhou’s tent.

Fuck.

“Click.”

Meng Huan heard the sound of his fingernails scraping on the porcelain bowl.