Lin Bozhou’s so-called solution to everything was that he had to go to the front line, eat and live with the soldiers, eat in the open air and stay in the wind, face the frost of the north together, travel day and night, ride a horse and measure every inch of the country.

In the book, Lin Bozhou was a power-hungry and suspicious person who did not trust anyone. When he arrived at the barracks, he would deal with and inspect any matter regardless of its importance, win over the soldiers, manipulate power, and use every trick to grasp them.

But even though he was so careful, he still couldn’t prevent problems when others created more trouble for him.

…… Such was Lin Bozhou.

Why did the book constantly vilify his personality?

Why did the people in the court hate him so much?

Meng Huan could not understand.

Meng Huan tilted his fair face, not looking at Lin Bozhou for the moment. Lin Bozhou seemed curious about Meng Huan’s thoughtful look and asked with a smile, “What’s wrong?”

Meng Huan shook his head, his eyes bright.

After a long time.

He said earnestly, “You deserve the highest praise.”

The air seemed to be silent for a moment.

The horses were being led, pacing back and forth, letting out a gust of neighing.

Meng Huan turned around and got on the carriage leading to the imperial palace.

He decided that in this crappy black-and-white book, he would see with his own eyes that Lin Bozhou received the praise and glory that should have belonged to him, and let all those who hated him, cursed him, framed him, and belittled him be punished and pay the price.

…… Mmm.

—These were all things that Lin Bozhou had to do personally.

Meng Huan would cheer him on and prevent him from blackening.

…… The fool could only give moral support, QAQ.

Meng Huan got on the carriage. Earlier, Emperor Xuan He heard that he had been kidnapped and wanted to console and comfort him, but the emperor was, after all, the emperor. It would be very troublesome for him to personally stay at the prince regent’s residence, so Meng Huan needed to make a trip to the imperial city.

Sitting in the carriage beside him, Lin Bozhou’s long fingers lifted the curtain. Lifting the hem of his robe, the air was flooded with the aroma of rich sandalwood as he sat down.

Lin Bozhou’s dark eyes were pensive, smiling at him. “What did Huan Huan mean by that statement just now? What is the highest praise? Suddenly saying this sentence, this husband is a little confused.”

His fingers gently caressed Meng Huan’s white earlobe.

It tickled a little. Meng Huan dodged but didn’t avoid it, saying, “It means Husband is the best.”

This was Meng Huan’s character. When he met someone he liked, he would praise them without hesitation. His voice was sweet and slightly mushy, and his eyes glistened as he looked at Lin Bozhou.

However, when he said that, Lin Bozhou’s eyes were slightly downcast, and the corners of his lips were inexplicably lifted.

Lin Bozhou repeatedly coaxed Meng Huan to say these words in bed, but he refused. Now, he appeared like a warm-hearted little sun, which was really cute.

Lin Bozhou did not seem to hear him. “Hmm?”

Every time he pretended not to hear, Meng Huan would really repeat.

Meng Huan earnestly, solemnly looked at him, leaned closer, and his soft lips pressed against his face, blowing over-the-top praise. “Husband is the best.”

The voice was soft and airy, brushing the skin of his face, bringing up a light soft tickle.

The young man’s voice was pure and fresh with a bit of a low mushy tone, not too loud or soft, falling right into his ears as if he was acting coquettishly.

Any man hearing such words would descend straight to madness.

Lin Bozhou’s lips slightly raised, and he pinched his soft earlobe. He knew why Meng Huan would praise him. In this world, only he would wholeheartedly praise him after hearing him make such absurd and unrealistic promises, and his eyes would light up when he was complimenting him.

Whenever this time came, Lin Bozhou felt strength in his heart, and his bones became strong and tough.

Lin Bozhou kissed him on the forehead.

“Okay. For Huan Huan, this husband is invincible.”

The carriage stopped outside the south gate of the Imperial City.

Meng Huan got off the carriage and looked around. There were inner guards behind the south gate, lined up in two regular rows, waiting to lead Meng Huan to the imperial garden where Emperor Xuan He was staying.

Pei Xiyi stood inside the door with his head down, and when he saw Meng Huan, he knelt. “Greetings to Princess.”

The eunuch beside the emperor was good-looking, the handsome kind that could become a eunuch shou in another erotic book, looking very submissive, seemingly not talking a lot.

When walking to Lin Bozhou, Pei Xiyi whispered, “The eldest young master of the Cui family is here again and is playing chess with His Majesty.”

His voice was soft, and he stepped back after saying that.

Lin Bozhou had been walking with his usual gait, but when he heard these words, he raised his hand. “Walk faster.”

The atmosphere became a little tense.

The pace began to accelerate. When walking past the corner of the palace wall, a watching eunuch revealed his head. When he saw Lin Bozhou, he did not pay his respects but ran back quickly to report the news. As expected, when they reached the imperial garden, Emperor Xuan He stood in place wearing his dragon robe with his hands behind his back, his face full of joy. “Imperial Brother, is Imperial Sister-in-law here?”

Meng Huan’s eyes swept over and saw one figure following the eunuch, hurrying away from behind the water pavilion.

Somewhat unsure, Meng Huan blinked and did not speak.