After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 110

Pang Shao was no longer young after all. Moreover, he was a civil servant who hardly carried things on his shoulders and hands, so his strength was even more puny.

He kicked the wheelchair, and the wheelchair shook, but it didn't move.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

The snicker from the wheelchair was especially pronounced.

Pang Shao looked down and saw Huo Wujiu sitting in the wheelchair. His head was hanging low with his eyes raised, lazily regarding him.

That snicker came from him.

Pang Shao's eyes widened in wrath, and ire showed on his face.

The surrounding guards didn't dare to watch the show anymore. They rushed forward, pulled Huo Wujiu up from his wheelchair, and flung him to the ground.

The dull sound of flesh crashing to the ground finally calmed Pang Shao's anger a bit.

Everyone saw it.

Huo Wujiu's legs couldn't move at all, let alone exert force. With the guards' strength, he was hurled to the ground. His legs even got stuck in the wheelchair, overturning it.

Everyone could see that his legs were simply useless.

In the ordinary course of events, once Pang Shao found out that there was nothing unusual about him, he should have continued to search around. However, Huo Wujiu's scorn and look just now ignited the anger that Pang Shao had accumulated overnight.

For a while, he lost a few moments of sanity.

He looked down at Huo Wujiu, who had fallen heavily to the ground, and felt a rush of pleasure deep within. However, he was also dissatisfied with his silence.

People who so obviously were buried in the dust should not have such a hard backbone.

Pang Shao strolled forward, raised his foot, and stepped on Huo Wujiu's leg.

The angle he sought was extremely tricky. It was the spot where Huo Wujiu was tortured and his meridians slashed that day. Although several months had passed, the affected area did not heal so quickly. Hence, in a few seconds, people even vaguely sniffed the stench of blood.

Wei Kai's eyes flushed, and his fists clenched when several imperial guards restrained him. He wanted to break free, but he also knew that he must not expose himself at this time.

However, Pang Shao, who was trampling on Huo Wujiu's leg, didn't have the time to pay attention to him.

He stared intently at Huo Wujiu on the ground, watching his face turn white. The veins on his neck were stretched taut, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

He felt that the muscles under his feet seemed to have lost their senses. Even when he stepped on them and rolled on them heavily, he could not feel any strength or tension.

His legs were obviously crippled, but this wasn't what he cared about at this time.

What he wanted to see was Huo Wujiu screaming in pain.

But Huo Wujiu didn't even raise his head despite the trembling of his shoulders or uttered the slightest sound.

This greatly dissatisfied Pang Shao.

He continued to exert force under his feet, even stomping on Huo Wujiu's legs and crushing them heavily.

But the man still didn't make a sound.

Pang Shao felt a smothering flame deep inside. The flames blazed ceaselessly, but the more it smothered him, the more upset he became.

Without warning, he raised his foot, and then violently stomped straight on Huo Wujiu's injury once more.

But at that moment, he heard the voice of the Hou Zhu from behind him.

"Pang-qing1, what are you doing?"

This was the first time the Hou Zhu had addressed him so distantly, and his voice reeked of displeasure.

The Hou Zhu asked this, naturally not because Pang Shao was bullying Huo Wujiu.

Rather, it was because the people behind him at this moment were the civil and military officials at the banquet. The moment the servant reported everything, everyone heard what Pang Shao was going to do. While they were exchanging glances, Jingwang grew anxious. He exclaimed that he was slandered and was innocent, and was going to confront Pang Shao.

It was merely a confrontation, but he also insisted that the civil and military officials should go and take a look together, to see what Pang Shao could search out to tarnish his innocence. His attitude of burning jade and stone alike made the Hou Zhu unable to refuse instead. Hence, he had no choice but to put a bold front and bring all the officials along.

In full view of everyone, they witnessed this scene.

Everything would have been fine if he had just done the search, but everyone witnessed how he stepped on Huo Wujiu's broken leg. He looked vicious as he vented his anger on the crippled man.

What a disgrace.

The Hou Zhu glared at Pang Shao, and over on the other side, Pang Shao promptly retracted his half-raised foot. He quickly turned around and looked at the Hou Zhu.

"May Your Majesty be the judge! I only suspect that Huo Wujius legs are not completely broken, that's why... that's why..."

"So, did this number of people find anything?"

Before the Hou Zhu could speak, Jiang Suizhou, who was on the side, suddenly stood out.

In an instant, all eyes that were wandering around fell on him.

Jiang Suizhou's icy gaze was fixed unwaveringly on Pang Shao.

"Did his legs move?" Jiang Suizhou questioned word by word.

Pang Shao could not string a word for a while.

Jiang Suizhou didn't want to give him a chance to speak at all.

"If you want to investigate, you had brought a doctor behind you, so why didn't you use him?" Jiang Suizhou then asked, "What's more, his legs were broken with my Imperial Brother as a witness himself. He also had him diagnosed and treated by imperial doctors, and there has been no improvements for a long time. Yet here you are out of the blue. Do you doubt that my Imperial Brother has given this waste a feeble thread of life, or that this Prince found a celestial being? What intention do you think I have to cure this cripple?"

His cold voice echoed in a quiet room. Perhaps in his rush to speak, he couldn't even breathe evenly afterward. Before he could finish his tirade, he started coughing.

Meng Qianshan, whom the guards restrained, anxiously struggled to get up. However, the two pairs of iron-like arms that clamped him made him unable to move no matter how much he struggled.

His master's cold expression remained. He stopped coughing, glanced at Pang Shao viciously, and declared, "This Prince feels like vomiting at a mere glance at this good-for-nothing. If you want to kill him, you can take him away and kill him. Don't use him to slander this Prince."

Pang Shao immediately shot a glance at the Hou Zhu.

But the Hou Zhu only frowned. His face spoke of impatience and annoyance, and he didn't spare him a glance.

The Hou Zhu was more than annoyed at this point.

Although Jingwang didn't die, he could still toy with him to amuse himself, not to mention his increasingly ailing body. His days were numbered. To him, this was merely a bit of a disappointment, but Pang Shao's move disgraced him.

Footnote:

1 卿- qing - term used by the emperor for his subjects