“Does Your Highness have another instruction?”

“Go and find Chen An,” He said suddenly after thinking about it.

Lin Bozhou’s long fingers rubbed his forehead; he was a little sleepy, but his narrow eyes were squinted, his mood seemingly good.
“Find him to prepare Madam’s consort promotion documents.”

Consort promotion?

Promoted to a princess?

Would the prince’s residence finally have another half of the master?

Meng Huan had not been in the prince’s residence for long and only slept with Lin Bozhou once but was already recognized as a master.
You Jin was so surprised that he could not speak, and the handkerchief in his hand almost fell to the ground.
He couldn’t restrain his excitement for a moment and nodded fiercely.

His voice was sharp.

Falling into a daze, Meng Huan felt like he had a dream.

It was a beautiful dream at first.
He dreamt he was on a boat in a green sea, drifting with the waves and going with the flow, and his body and mind were soaked by the warm wind and water, floating like Patrick and SpongeBob, sunny and happy.

But the sky gradually became covered by dark clouds, and raindrops fell in large drops, hitting his face and body, wetting him.

He began to feel uncomfortable and fiercely tried to break free of this stifling feeling, waking up amidst the suffocation—

The daylight shone into his eyes, unusually harsh.

Meng Huan gently gasped for air and widened his almond-shaped eyes, looking around.
He found himself in a magnificent bed chamber, with expensive furnishings on the display shelves and paintings hanging on the walls.
Everything was built with elegance and luxury— very different from the small courtyard he lived in.

But he couldn’t remember where this was for the moment.

Several eunuchs and maids rushed in from outside the door.
“Madam, is Madam awake?”

In an instant, Meng Huan was sure that this was Lin Bozhou’s bed chamber.
His open mouth didn’t close, and he looked down.
He didn’t know who had changed him into brand new night clothes, but the collar was neatly folded—

The maids rushed behind him, and Meng Huan shouted, “All out!”

The maids stopped in their tracks.

Meng Huan: “Get out!”

Meng Huan realized his voice was hoarse; he couldn’t scream, and his throat was painful.
A thought floated in his head, a chill rose in his back, and his heart began to beat wildly.

It couldn’t be, could it?

Everything showed that he and Lin Bozhou had tied the knot as a married couple.

Last night’s drinking at the restaurant was still vivid in his mind, but his thoughts were completely cut off after being drunk.
Meng Huan remembered being held by Lin Bozhou, saying they would return to the prince’s residence.
He couldn’t remember anything later……


Meng Huan was a little breathless for a while.

Until now, his impression of Lin Bozhou was stuck as a traitor who would kill without blinking; a cold and cruel ruler who did all the bad things and would sooner or later cause trouble in the future, but he did not expect……

Meng Huan tried to recall the events of last night, but the headache was splitting, and his memories were completely cut off after drinking, and he lost consciousness.

A thought gradually became clear—

Could it be that Lin Bozhou took advantage of his drunkenness…… and forcibly consummated the marriage?

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