Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

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*Jingdezhen prefecture: famous for porcelain.

*Guqin: a plucked seven-string Chinese musical instrument.

Looking at the carved dragon and drawn phoenix on the roof beam and pillars, he mentally thought: The prince regent’s residence is so luxurious.
It’s an excellent place to live, leaving aside the danger to life.

The maids entered the door.
“Madam, the washing water is ready.”

“Madam, the evening meal is already cold.
Should I ask the cook to make some more?”

“Madam, this is a freshly poured hot tea.”

The maid sisters were also gentle.

Meng Huan: ^v^

After a full meal, Meng Huan fell back to the soft mattress.
His mind was dizzy, and he rubbed his head.

The incense in the quilt was heavy, making his mind wander, and he lazily pondered the matter of transmigrating into a book.
Meng Huan was orphaned from childhood in his original world.
He was raised by the institution until he went to university at the age of 18, where he began to work part-time while studying to pay for tuition and living expenses.

He learned to draw and paint, and he desperately fulfilled orders every day.
At first, he read this book to draw the characters and never imagined he would transmigrate into it.

At that time, when Meng Huan watched the TV series, he was most envious of the luxurious and wealthy life of the royal family.
They could eat and drink whatever they wanted, and there was someone to care for them.

I never thought it would be my turn.

I have to say that Heaven has eyes.

Thinking about it, Meng Huan fell asleep.
He woke up remembering his duties as a concubine and called for the maid.
“What do I need to do?”

The maid: “As His Highness didn’t summon his wife, Madam does not need to serve tea, so there is no need to do anything.”

So easy?

Meng Huan blinked.
“Then, do I need to accompany His Highness to eat, sleep, and provide entertainment?”

“His Highness does not like to be disturbed.
If His Highness wants to see his wife, he will send someone to inform him.
Madam can wait in the courtyard and don’t have to go voluntarily.”

It’s a pity, the maid thought after talking.
Both had shared a bath with their pants off last night, but the prince still stormed off in a huff.
The matter of them not entering the bridal chamber had spread all over the prince’s residence.
This handsome young madam was about to be sent to the “cold palace*” and probably no longer had the opportunity to be favored.
She also couldn’t get a better life.

*Cold palace: a place where a monarch banishes a wife or concubine who falls from favor.

It’s a good thing, Meng Huan thought.
This was simply the early stage of a standard aristocratic widow.

If Lin Bozhou was uninterested in him, he wouldn’t be summoned and didn’t have to rack his brains on how to please him.
Meanwhile, Lin Bozhou was wealthy and had majestic status, so he could eat until his belly became round behind him.

Meng Huan looked pensive, seeming to be thinking about something.