When he was young, Lin Bozhou suffered from an eye disease and took medicine for over ten years. His attitude towards medicine was complicated, probably because his eye disease still recurred occasionally.

He always felt that it couldn’t be cured and that taking medicine was perfunctory.

Lin Bozhou said wanly, “Put it down.”

You Jin insisted on standing there. “Your Highness, if this servant leaves, I’m afraid Your Highness will pour the medicine into the flower pot.”

Lin Bozhou: “This prince will drink.”

“Drink it now. Your Highness has a weak spleen and stomach. You must drink the medicine first, then eat.”

No matter how high and mighty Lin Bozhou was,, he had to follow You Jin’s rule for food, clothing, housing, and transportation.

Lin Bozhou looked at him sideways, not lightly but not seriously, with unclear meaning. “This prince is already married; why do you still control this prince like a child?”

“…………”

Hearing these words, Meng Huan, idly watching the two of them quarrel, suddenly felt the pressure come to his head.

Was this Lin Bozhou’s art of language?

Meng Huan let out an “Oh.”

Then he picked up the medicine bowl and sent it to Lin Bozhou, performing his duty as a wife. “Your Highness, it’s time to drink the medicine.”

When he said this, his mind inevitably recalled that vulgar joke.

“……”

Lin Bozhou suddenly became a little quieter and less rebellious, placing his finger on the bowl and gently touching it, saying, “Hot.”

Meng Huan touched it. “Not hot, ah.”

“……” Lin Bozhou raised his eyebrows, and his expression was nonchalant. “It is hot.”

It was probably because he was nobler.

Meng Huan followed the TV example, scooped up a spoonful of medicinal soup, pouted, and blew to cool it. Then he handed it to Lin Bozhou, coaxing him like a child. “It’s not hot anymore. You can drink it~.”

The end of the tone was slightly raised, sweet and sticky.

“Thank you for the hard work, Huan Huan.” Lin Bozhou smiled and bowed his head in cooperation.

He drank the bitter medicine that made his brow furrow. The tip of his brows pressed down, but he still drank it as if it was sweet.

Meng Huan saw him cooperate and was very happy, carefully feeding him the medicine.

—It was pleasant to experience the feeling of taking care of someone once in a while.

Meng Huan fed Lin Bozhou the medicine one spoonful at a time. After feeding him the medicine, he fed him the porridge one by one. You Jin couldn’t stop laughing at the side, constantly feeling that their prince was immoral and always liked to tease the princess.

Aiya, the maiden heart was exposed.

After finally drinking the medicine and eating the food, Lin Bozhou was half lying on the bed, his complexion restored, and a thin layer of sweat evaporated from his forehead.

Meng Huan was ready to escape. “Your Highness, take a good rest. I will not bother you.”

Lin Bozhou did not seem to want to let him go. But instead, he suddenly asked, “Is the Marquis of Zhen Guan arriving?”

You Jin bowed his head. “Yes. He has placed a visit note and will be coming soon.”

“They must have figured out that this prince is awake.” Lin Bozhou said sideways, “Someone, change clothes.”

Meng Huan was confused and asked, “The Marquis of Zhen Guan?”

“Huan Huan doesn’t like that little marquis.” Lin Bozhou put his hands into the sleeves of his usual clothes and said, “His father will be coming over soon.”

Meng Huan initially planned to return to the main palace. When he heard these words, he intended to see what happened to Xu Ruolin, so he sat beside Lin Bozhou for a while longer. The waiting time was not long before Shan Xing hurried in. “Your Highness, they have arrived. They came with a stretcher. The little marquis, Xu Ruolin, had his legs broken and was brought to the prince’s residence to apologize. He is now left in the front yard.”

Broken legs?

So cruel? His own father did it?

Meng Huan stood up and turned to Lin Bozhou with wide almond eyes.

Lin Bozhou had not yet punished him, but the father had first broken the child’s legs. This was too cruel. Was he really so angry?

Lin Bozhou looked calm, resuming his usual composure. When he heard these words, the corners of his lips tugged into a smile. “As expected of the Marquis of Zhen Guan holding the military power. The action is straightforward, so this prince can no longer investigate it.”

“……”

Meng Huan suddenly understood.

He mentally let out an “Oh.”

So it’s to calm Lin Bozhou’s anger to avoid offending him.

The ruthless people in the tactical texts truly didn’t deceive me.

“Should I let the Marquis of Zhen Guan in?” Shan Xing asked.

Lin Bozhou let out an “Mm.”

“It is not convenient for this prince to get up. Let him come over.”

Hearing these words, Meng Huan knew it was time to go. When Lin Bozhou talked to people about something, Meng Huan was always very self-conscious and would go alone without waiting for a reminder.

Unexpectedly, Lin Bozhou called out to him from behind. “The Marquis of Zhen Guan is here to apologize. Why doesn’t Huan Huan stay?”

Meng Huan actually felt that it was enough to have his leg broken and did not want to communicate more with his ruthless, scrutinous father. “Xu Ruolin’s broken leg is considered an apology. I don’t want to hear the rest.”

After saying that, Meng Huan walked out of the bed chamber.

His back was slim, and his shadow trailed long.

After a moment of silence in the main hall, Shan Xing said, “The princess doesn’t seem to like people who are ruthless.”

Lin Bozhou tapped his fingers on the edge of the bed and asked, “Is this prince ruthless?”

Shan Xing: “……”

He was silent for a while. “Your Highness, this servant doesn’t dare to say so.”

Lin Bozhou snickered.

He closed his eyes. “Let the Marquis of Zhen Guan come in.”

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