After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 33
Jiang Suizhou gave him a good dressing-down inwardly.
Kneel to you? Let me break your legs, and you try kneeling.
He raised his head to look at the emperor. Then his eyes swept through the room. He saw that most of the courtiers around him were looking at him with a touch of schadenfreude, looking calm and composed amid the mess.
Watching the emperor persecute him and Huo Wujiu must have been a long-awaited show for them.
Jiang Suizhou paused and stood up. He turned around with grace and bowed toward the emperor.
“My wife has been rude. Please forgive me, Royal Brother,” he said.
Hearing his apology, the emperor slowly chewed the shrimp ball in his mouth and languidly smiled. “All right, I’ll forgive you. But how do you intend to make me forgive you?”
Jiang Suizhou glanced at Huo Wujiu who was beside him.
“Although this thing is crippled, our intentions must be given priority and can’t be lacking.” Jiang Suizhou’s gaze was cold and contemptuous, as if he had been tainted by a turbid object. A sprinkle of impatience and abhorrence even tinged his tone.
After speaking, he raised his eyes to look at Meng Qianshan at the back, and said, “Why aren’t you bringing him over? Today, even if we drag him, we must let him kowtow to my royal brother.” The last few words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
It was evident that His Highness, King Jing, indeed harbored an undying hatred and disgust for Huo Wujiu, who had been stuffed into his mansion.
If that was so, did he still lock him up in the room for torture?
The emperor became more and more excited, while Meng Qianshan, who was standing behind the seat, was stunned.
He knew that His Highness wanted to pretend to hate Madam Huo…but was he going to do it for real?
H-How could he do this!
Just then, Meng Qianshan saw Jiang Suizhou frowning gently and looking at him with an icy gaze.
“Be careful when you move,” he said. “Don’t let the dirty blood on his legs get on the carpet and bring bad luck to the emperor.”
During palace banquets, especially one for the emperor’s birthday, one should never shed blood. This had always been the precept of the Jing Dynasty.
Sure enough, the emperor opened his mouth to ask when he heard these words, “What dirty blood?”
Jiang Suizhou glanced at Meng Qianshan, slowly blinked, and then spoke nonchalantly, “It’s nothing, just be careful.”
After saying that, Jiang Suizhou addressed Meng Qianshan again.
“If you dare stain the ground, even just a spot, I’ll ask for your head.”
Meng Qianshan shuddered in fright, and in the next moment, he met Jiang Suizhou’s eyes.
He was immediately enlightened.
That’s right…Before leaving the residence today, His Highness had cautioned him!
Meng Qianshan promptly turned around and kneeled down with a poof toward the emperor.
“Your Majesty, please help! Madam’s leg…Yesterday, His Highness was…His Highness was just careless! The wound on Madam’s leg now bleeds when touched, and it has not yet scabbed to this day…This servant does not dare to cause bad luck for Your Majesty!”
Meng Qianshan finished stammering while trembling. When everyone heard this, they immediately thought that Jiang Suizho must have tortured Huo Wujiu yesterday. He took him out for fun, to let other people toy with the cripple some more.
The emperor felt somewhat chilled deep inside.
Sure enough, his uncle was right. The most interesting thing was not to beat the dog, but to put two dogs into a kennel and watch them tear at each other.
But…
It was pleasurable, but really forcing Huo Wujiu to kowtow in blood at his banquet was also something he couldn’t do —— He wasn’t afraid of his ancestors’ decrees, but of bad luck. He feared that the Heavens would see it and jeopardize his predestined lifespan.
However, he must regain his dignity and not lose it.
In the next moment, the smile on the emperor’s face deepened, and his gaze flickered between Jiang Suizhou and Huo Wujiu.
Finally, he looked at Jiang Suizhou and said, “Then forget it. He’s bloody, and I’m not such an unreasonable person either,” he said.
Jiang Suizhou breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn’t forget to display a look of reluctance on his face. He even coldly glared at Huo Wujiu.
However, before he could be completely relieved, the emperor spoke again.
“However, since he is your concubine, you two, more or less, are one and the same, right?” The emperor said with a smile.
Jiang Suizhou raised his eyes to look at him.
The emperor smiled smugly and said, “You kneel for him.”
All the courtiers sat at the edge of their seats, all eyes centered on him.
…There was no doubt that the emperor was taking the opportunity to trample on Jiang Suizhou’s dignity again.
Jiang Suizhou took a deep breath and grit his teeth.
He knew that this accursed fatuous ruler would never give up after receiving Pang Shao’s guidance.
Forget it. Had he suffered any less from the emperor for Huo Wujiu’s sake? It was now just one more kowtow. It was just a disgrace and was no big deal.
Jiang Suizhou quickly completed a good psychological construction, not forgetting to show humiliation on his face. He looked at the emperor, waiting for him to force him again. He would then kowtow like a duck driven to a perch and end the matter.
But at that juncture, a low voice reverberated in the silent hall.
“Who is he to take my place?” This was said with a pinch of contempt.
Jiang Suizhou froze.
What was Huo Wujiu doing!
He looked behind him in surprise, and the ministers in the hall also looked at Huo Wujiu, one after the other.
Jiang Suizhou saw Huo Wujiu on his wheelchair with his head raised, looking at the emperor in the distance.
Just then, Huo Wujiu curled one corner of his lips and lazily showed a provocative smile to the emperor.
For a moment, he was like the sun shining into the deep valley. His flamboyant and sharp appearance suddenly glittered, and it called to mind a war flag raised again by the wind, akin to the beacon fire roaring up in the city.
This seemed to be his original appearance, dressed in fine clothes and leading a luxurious life, arrogant and failing to show restraint.
Jiang Suizhou listened to Huo Wujiu, who continued, “I, Huo Wujiu, as a minister, only kneel for my own monarch,” he questioned slowly. “What qualifications does he have to replace me?”
The raised end note of his voice sounded smooth and condescending.
The emperor was so livid that his eyes were almost popping out.
“Your monarch?” He gritted his teeth. “You, Huo, are originally the vassals of my Great Jing, the watch dogs I raised. What kind of monarch do you have?”
Jiang Suizhou saw Huo Wujiu laugh and shake his head, as if he had heard some kind of joke.
It was the first time Jiang Suizhou saw Huo Wujiu laugh.
He was a bit wild, but extremely dazzling, like a blade buried in the mud and sand, reflecting the brilliance of the blazing sun.
