After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 51
She had forgotten that the man in front of her was a man who did not like women. Her drama was clearly performed for the blind.
Qin Liu hurriedly turned her head back and saw that Jiang Suizhou was pointing at the wife that the heir of the Duke of An Guo had just married.
She had interacted with the woman just now, and from the few words she exchanged with her, she figured that she was a young pampered lady of a rich family. Her husband’s family also spoiled her, and she had never suffered any hardship all her life. Her mind was as simple as a blank sheet of paper.
Sure enough, hearing that Jingwang named her, the noble heir’s wife was dumbstruck. For a moment, she looked between Jingwang and Qin Liu, standing there at a loss.
“Just now…” she opened her mouth cautiously, not knowing what to say.
Then Jingwang gently smiled at her. “Madam, just tell the truth,” he coaxed.
The lady hesitated for a moment, but still whispered, “It’s nothing. It’s just that Concubine Qin didn’t stand firm and leaned towards Madam Huo. But Madam Huo dodged, and she fell headfirst into the lake…”
“Is that so?” Jingwang then asked.
The surrounding ladies exchanged glances, but none of them refuted.
Qin Liu’s heart dropped to the soles of her feet.
She watched as Jingwang smiled lightly and nodded at the lady, and then looked at her.
There was a trace of satisfied smile in his seductive fox-like eyes.
It was only then that Qin Liu came back to her senses.
It seems that Jingwang, who rushed here with overweening arrogance to denounce Huo Wujiu publicly, was simply a false shot.
He came today to clean her up for Huo Wujiu.
But everything was so logical that she had a hard time saying anything.
On the carriage back to the manor, the only sound was the rolling of the wheels.
Jiang Suizhou leaned on the wall of the carriage, his breath still a bit uneven.
In fact, he could not get out of bed until today. Chen’s residence was not too big, but he didn’t even have a palanquin. He had walked all the way to the garden and already couldn’t bear it.
Fortunately, everything was dealt with flawlessly.
He didn’t give the woman who did the harm a chance to speak, but pointed to a girl he’d had his eye on for a while. The girl looked young. She was dressed in a gorgeous dress, and her emotions were all written on her face. At first glance, she was a naive lady with a powerful backer, who could not lie.
Sure enough, by exposing the concubine’s lies, she had also let the main wife dispose of her rightfully on the spot.
Although not to the point of killing her, the woman ruined her reputation herself.
Because of this farce, he was also able to take Huo Wujiu away in advance. He didn’t have to stay there and choke on the rouge powder smell.
With this in mind, Jiang Suizhou was in a good mood and asked, “Are you alright?”
His relationship with Huo Wujiu now was not so stiff. Naturally, he talked a lot with him. As long as he started a conversation, Huo Wujiu would definitely respond to him…
But silence answered him.
The carriage quieted down again after Jiang Suizhou finished asking. Huo Wujiu next to him seemed to have not heard him, and didn’t say a word.
Hmm?
Jiang Suizhou looked at him in confusion.
What’s the matter?
Huo Wujiu, who was sitting there, turned his head and met his gaze coldly.
“Are you feeling better?”
Instead of answering his question, he asked a rhetorical question, abruptly and at once, confusing Jiang Suizhou.
“What?” Jiang Suizhou was nonplussed.
Huo Wujiu suddenly raised his hand, directly covered his forehead, rough and direct, and messed up the hair in front of his forehead.
Jiang Suizhou reflexively dodged to the side, but the space in the carriage was narrow and he was not as strong as Huo Wujiu. Hence, before he could resist, Huo Wujiu pinned Jiang Suizhou down and freely let his rough hand press against his forehead.
A few moments later, he retracted his hand.
“What are you doing?” Jiang Suizhou got up from the carriage, breathing unevenly.
Huo Wujiu, who had withdrawn his hand and also withdrawn his gaze along with it, looked ahead. He had a cold expression, looking neither right nor left.
“You’re much better,” he muttered.
Jiang Suizhou felt a little amused for a moment and retorted, “I don’t have a fever. What’s the use of touching my forehead?”
Huo Wujiu gave him a sideway glance.
Jiang Suizhou was weak because of the drug. At this time, he was solely preoccupied with holding onto the carriage to sit straight. He didn’t know that his pale appearance, unstable breathing, and disheveled hair were all captured by Huo Wujiu.
Huo Wujiu paused, opened his mouth, and gruffly spoke. “Now that you can move, come stay in your own courtyard,” he said coldly.
“What?” Jiang Suizhou was taken aback.
Although Huo Wujiu was not the same as an ordinary concubine, he was, at best, a prisoner of war detained in Jiang Suizhou’s house. But …How could Huo Wujiu sound so justified in arranging where he could stay?
Huo Wujiu said in a low voice, “If you die of consumption in your concubine’s room, I’ll be sent back to the imperial prison.”
After speaking, he turned around and did not look at Jiang Suizhou again.
Jiang Suizhou froze and returned to his senses.
Whoa! This man actually dared to openly curse him to death!
As expected, Huo Wujiu didn’t often speak, but once he opened his mouth, he would most likely anger people to death.
Jiang Suizhou glared at him with hatred and sat upright in the carriage.
I’m not going to die! As long as you don’t chop my head off, I’ll live a long life!
With this thought in mind, he turned his head to look out the window and ignored Huo Wujiu.
He failed to see that the hands Huo Wujiu placed on his lap were tightly clenched into fists.
It was a man, hastily fending off his raging jealousy.
Even Huo Wujiu himself could not have imagined that just one glance, just one glance at Jiang Suizhou’s messy and frail appearance was enough to upset him. His eyes burned. He was even irritable to the point of wanting to shoot through the chest of the person who had shared this look with Jiang Suizhou.
In the silence, an evil dragon seemed to be awakening in his chest.
The evil dragon was greedy and irascible, and his eyes were fixed unwaveringly on a certain treasure.
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When Jiang Suizhou and his party left, the courtyard became completely silent.
Huo Wujiu sat up, pulled the wheelchair closer, propped himself up on the edge of the bed and moved himself into the wheelchair with a little effort.
He quietly gathered his hair, tied it up sharply behind his head, and looked out the window.
It was dawn.
He has always been very adaptable. When he was in Yangguan in the past, he was very tolerant of the airborne dust and sand in the north and could ride his horse on the Gobi desert to his heart’s content; he stayed there until his father raised his army. He also adapted quickly to the successive years of war and learned how to climb out of the mountain of corpses and blood, lead his subordinates and be a sufficiently qualified general.
Now, he also learned how to live with a pair of legs that had lost all functions in a very short time, and how to fight when alone in the enemy camp.
The sun gradually rose outside the window, and the light fell through the window onto the ground. With the rising sun, the rays advanced little by little toward Huo Wujiu.
When that light was about to envelop the edge of his wheelchair, a knock sounded at the door.
Huo Wujiu looked in the direction of the door, and his gaze sank without a trace.
He knew that if he wanted any answers, now was a good opportunity.
Jiang Suizhou was unaware that Meng Qianshan had secretly drafted some nasty thoughts behind his back. He closed his eyes, but wasn’t very sleepy, so he contemplated the grand court session later.
At the Grand Court Assembly, not only did the hundred officials pay their respects, but they also had to discuss official business in the court. But…But considering the South Jing Emperor’s professional level as recorded in history books, he reckoned they wouldn’t be able to discuss any business matters in the courtroom.
What worried Jiang Suizhou was his identity.
After all, the King Jing he had become now had scarcely any records in literature, not even a few words in total.
He was the only surviving younger brother of the emperor, the sickly man who died an untimely death. To add to that, he was also gay.
It was practically blank. So, he had no idea what his current position was, much less what kind of people the original owner knew, what kind of friendships he had, and how to deal with them.
What was more worrying was that he married the infamous General Huo only yesterday. Hence, he was sure to become the target of criticism today.
Facts proved that his fears were spot on.
He wondered if there was a way to solve his official post. All in all, once Jiang Suizhou changed into his official robe, he realized what his official rank was; when Meng Qianshan brought him the ivory court tablet, he knew where he should stand when he was in the court later.
The major he studied was unduly fitting, giving him more or less an advantage in this matter of crossing.
However, his major didn’t teach him how to face various strange glances from civil and military officials.
From the moment he got off the palanquin and entered the Kaiyang Gate, many of the officials nearby were given a start, and countless eyes looked him up and down non-stop. One or two people looking at him was just fine, but almost everyone looked at him a few times. Thus, it was inevitable for Jiang Suizhou to be on the tenterhooks.
Those gazes were a mixture of Schadenfreude, abhorrence and disdain, and also grief. Some wanted to speak but then hesitated.
A bold official even went to Jiang Suizhou’s side, bumped him with his shoulder and said with a smile, “Your Highness must have been exhausted last night. When it comes to luck with romance, you are indeed blessed!”
From his official uniform, he wasn’t a high-ranking official from the third rank.
Although he wasn’t in a high official position and was only idly working in the Ministry of Rites, he was also a first-rate prince. If he dared to drip acid with sarcasm on him, there must be someone backing him up.
The treacherous minister, Pang Shao, who was well-known in history books, was in this dynasty.
Jiang Suizhou gave him a casual look, but made no response.
His cold and arrogant eyes have always been a strong deterrent, so with a touch of warning in them, he immediately rendered the official frightened and stunned. The wretched smile on his face, which was a bit of schadenfreude and improper intimacy, was also put away awkwardly.
Jiang Suizhou withdrew his gaze from him, speeded up his pace, and walked away from him.
His appearance somewhat deterred some people and made the second half of his journey to the imperial court much smoother.
It also spared him some energy to scrutinize some things on the side.
Before the Jing Dynasty fled south, the capital of the country was in Yecheng. Three years ago, Huo Wujiu led the Liang army and invaded the capital. The previous emperor, Emperor Jing Ling, fled south in haste with his family and numerous officials and died on the way. The present ruler, Jiang Shunheng, hastily fled to Yuhang and changed his name to Lin’an, which became the new capital of the country.
At present, it has only been three years since the capital was established here, and the palace has been hastily built up.
The palace was roughly built, and the blueprint was also a mess. It took a glance to see the result of the rushed work. According to historical records, after the emperor fled to Lin’an, he insisted that wouldn’t be emperor without a royal palace, which forced South Jing to build the Imperial City in a hurry within half a year.
Rough as it was, the cost was, by no means, paltry. Along the way, it seemed that the whole imperial city was resplendent and decidedly extravagant. At first glance, a large sum of gold and silver was spent.
Jiang Suizhou could not help but sigh in his heart.
There was no bias in the historical records of the preposterous deeds of the Emperor of South Jing.
He walked up the long white marble steps in front of Guangyuan Hall and saw that many courtiers were already standing inside. Because they studied historical materials in the school, everything was fine and detailed, so Jiang Suizhou didn’t have much trouble finding his position and stood there.
