After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 41
Jiang Suizhou didn’t expect that his body was not only weak, but also had a poor drinking capacity.
After he came out of the Ministry of Justice, he felt suffocated in his heart.
Although he had guessed early in the morning that Ji You’s imprisonment was related to him, guessing the truth and seeing it with his own two eyes were completely different.
Ji You was a living and breathing being, even an unconventional and unrestrained, talented master poet. Just because of only a few moments of goodwill to him, Ji You was implicated and was sent to prison, with his future uncertain and even his life and death unknown.
And all this was because of Pang Shao.
For Jiang Suizhou, Pang Shao was just a treacherous minister recorded in history books, but now he was a villain with a butcher’s knife in hand, casting his greedy eyes on his prey and eager to persecute the people around him at any time.
Jiang Suizhou actually naively thought that he could temporarily circumvent him and survive these three years.
Jiang Suizhou felt like a boulder was weighing down on his heart, making him feel out of breath.
He wanted to find a place to vent his frustration, but he had just transmigrated and didn’t even know anyone he could talk to. He just held on until the carriage drove through Changping Street.
Changping Street was full of merchants and people, coming and going. It was very lively. The smoke from the restaurants curled up. People passed by, and the merchants shuttled to and fro, giving the impression of a peaceful and quiet world that was completely different from the noble and cold King Jing Mansion.
Jiang Suizhou called the carriage to a stop there and walked away.
At that second, he felt desperate to get away from King Jing’s identity, from this world, and return to the multitude of people to which he originally belonged.
However, there was nowhere for him to be accepted by the masses.
He walked aimlessly on Changping Street. People came and went around him, but he seemed to be clearly isolated.
After walking for a while, Jiang Suizhou raised his head and saw a fluttering wine flag.
He went to the wine shop, asked for some wine, and drank alone until late at night.
The wine was not strong, but was a common southern apricot wine. It had its own sweet aroma and wasn’t intoxicating. But when Jiang Suizhou got up, he felt dizzy. His feet felt floaty, and he was already drunk.
He propped himself up on the table and stood firm.
It was fine to be drunk, he said to himself. He had had enough of being sober day after day since he transmigrated here.
He staggered out of the wine shop and walked step by step back to the royal residence.
It started raining outside at some point. It wasn’t heavy, and he didn’t mind getting wet in the rain. When he reached the door of the royal residence, he realized afterwards that someone had been holding an umbrella behind him.
When he looked back, he saw a guard who he had never met before. Seeing him looking at himself, the guard’s legs went weak, and he almost dropped to his knees before him.
Jiang Suizhou frowned and waved his hand sluggishly.
Yes, here he was, just the King of Jing who was feared like a tiger and wolf.
Someone brought a palanquin, but he didn’t climb up. He trudged on the wet stone brick ground all the way back to the Anyin Hall.
He had just entered the courtyard gate when he saw Meng Qianshan, braving the rain and running all the way towards him.
“Your Highness!” Meng Qianshan was so anxious that his voice trembled. “Where have you been? You scared me…”
“Didn’t you send someone to follow me.” Jiang Suizhou’s voice sounded a little dumb.
Meng Qianshan was startled and thought that Jiang Suizhou was going to blame him.
But before he could speak, Jiang Suizhou raised his hand.
He walked straight up the steps, stopped at the bottom of the porch, and turned back to say, “Don’t mind me, wait outside the door.”
Meng Qianshan ventured nothing but responded affirmatively.
Jiang Suizhou lifted his feet and entered the room. He closed the door, took a few steps forward, and leaned on the side partition.
He then titled his head up, closed his eyes, and took a few deep breaths.
When he woke up from this drunken sleep tomorrow, he would need to plan how to absolve Ji You of his charges.
But right now, he just wanted to be alone for a while.
He closed his eyes and leaned there for a while until he gradually calmed down in the dizzying punch of the wine, and then slowly opened his eyes.
Then he saw a person sitting in front of him, quietly looking at him.
Jiang Suizhou looked at the man, stunned, and then gave an unguarded, drunken smile.
“There you are,” he said lethargically, “I’ve forgotten.”
Then he saw Huo Wujiu open his mouth and ask, “Why did you drink so much?”
Jiang Suizhou shook his head with a smile and said, “I didn’t drink much. It’s all because I can’t hold my liquor.”
Huo Wujiu frowned.
Jiang Suizhou was indeed drunk.
His face was flushed, and his gaze was lax. His robe was still wet, and although the upper half of his body hadn’t gotten wet, the hem of his robe and the legs of his trousers were damp with water.
Huo Wujiu said, “Go change your clothes first.”
Jiang Suizhou smiled, raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his forehead. He uttered an “oh”, and then straightened up on the partition.
However, he had been leaning on the partition for too long, and because the booze had already soaked his mind, he had not much strength. After he took a step, his feet softened, and he dove straight forward.
Jiang Suizhou later registered that he was falling.
But he was too slow to react, and couldn’t promptly, so he fell straight to the ground.
However, the pain that he had expected did not befall him, and instead, he fell on a hard warmth.
He opened his eyes drunkenly, and saw Huo Wujiu’s handsome face well within reach. His dark eyes were staring at him quietly from very close by.
Huo Wujiu caught him.
He was lying in Huo Wujiu’s arms, and because of how he supported his body, Huo Wujiu’s action at this time was like embracing him into his arms.
Jiang Suizhou was unaware of it.
Looking at Huo Wujiu’s face, he paused as if he remembered something and asked slowly.
“Do your legs still hurt today?”
Jiang Suizhou closed his eyes tightly after lying down, just waiting for sleep to come quickly so he could get through the night.
It would be best if he could wake up in his apartment the next day, awoken by his alarm clock.
…However, despite merely yearning for a peaceful sleep, Jiang Suizhou failed to get what he wanted.
It was indeed a couch with carvings all around. Not only was it painful to look at, it was even more painful to lie on. He could only turn on his side with a thin cloak that was barely a quilt draped over him.
This sickly body was so delicate that it was beyond his expectation.
The narrow couch made his back sore, and despite it being springtime, his hands and feet were freezing cold.
He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep until the red candles burned out in the room and the sky outside the window grew brighter.
By the time he sat up early in the morning, he was so sore that his body felt like it was falling apart. His throat was a little itchy, giving him the urge to cough.
He coughed twice softly in an attempt to suppress the sound and rubbed at his temples dizzily.
Outside the window, there were already many maids waiting on the porch. Jiang Suizhou looked up and saw Meng Qianshan standing in the doorway with his hand in his sleeves. Presumably, he was waiting for him to wake up before entering to serve him.
He couldn’t let him in. Once he entered, wouldn’t the fact that he and Huo Wujiu were not in bed together be exposed?
Jiang Suizhou immediately came to a decision in his heart.
Gotta run, and run fast.
He glanced at Huo Wujiu.
There was an empty wheelchair on the other side of the bed, and Huo Wujiu was lying motionless on his side, facing him.
The window allowed in some light, shining on his face. His raven feather-like eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheeks.
He was indeed very good looking.
His facial contours were sharp, and his features were deep. His nose was straight, and with his eyes closed, his long lashes hid that pair of ruthless, menacing, black eyes. His heroic spirit seemed to be displayed ostentatiously.
With the help of the sunlight, Jiang Suizhou saw a tiny old scar that abruptly cut off the edge of his left eyebrow.
It was akin to a scratch on a divine weapon, causing it to fall into mortal dust, tainted with drops of blood.
He was sleeping soundly.
Jiang Suizhou breathed a sigh of relief and carefully got up from the couch.
It would be best if Huo Wujiu didn’t wake up yet.
After all, he’d been so harsh last night before hiding to the side to sleep for the night. It was now dawn. For him to run away with his tail between his legs now was a bit humiliating no matter how one looked at it.
This kind of embarrassing thing was better done without anyone knowing.
With this in mind, Jiang Suizhou straightened his robe and stood upright. His posture seemed candid, but in reality, walked out cautiously.
With the sound of footsteps drifting away, the door opened with a sound, and then closed again.
The only subtle sound in the room also disappeared, leaving nothing but an empty silence.
Huo Wujiu opened his eyes.
Those gloomy eyes were awake and sharp and hardly looked like he had just woken up.
His eyes landed coldly on the couch under the window.
Daylight from the open window fell onto it, and dust particles fluttered in the light.
The couch was empty.
What was more, it was carefully tidied up. Just by looking at the folds that were clumsily smoothed out, he could still make out the effort the person took to cover up the traces of his sleep.
Huo Wujiu’s gaze paused.
He has always been highly vigilant and has a keen sense of hearing and vision. Therefore, King Jing’s every move last night had not escaped his eyes.
Huo Wujiu watched as he squeezed down on the couch and listened to him toss and turn all night long, believing that he was moving noiselessly.
Seconds ago, Huo Wujiu listened to him as he tiptoed outside like a thief.
…It was unbelievable.
Before he came here, Huo Wujiu envisioned what he might face in King Jing’s residence. King Jing was a vicious and insidious person, cunning and vindictive; plus, he was originally at odds with Emperor Jing. Emperor Jing seemed to be rewarding him, but in reality, he was using Huo Wujiu to humiliate King Jing, so it was impossible for King Jing not to hate him.
His situation would only be more tortuous than in the imperial prison.
But King Jing did not do anything and, instead, avoided him, as if he were utterly terrifying.
Huo Wujiu involuntarily lowered his eyelashes, and his gaze fell on his legs.
The people of South Jing were indeed terrified of him. It was due to this fear that his meridians were damaged and his legs crippled.
Even though he had become a cripple who couldn’t stand up, they were still afraid. Take yesterday as an example. It was just a matter of taking him out of prison, but the majority of the imperial guards were dispatched, and the streets along the road were strictly cordoned off.
