After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 21.2

What was the purpose of his wife sending a letter to Huo Wujiu?

Seeing that Jiang Suizhou frowned and did not say anything, Meng Qianshan added, "This letter is for Madam Huo."

Jiang Suizhou looked at Huo Wujiu, and saw him faintly lift his eyelids.

"Flower Appreciation Banquet." Huo Wujiu's voice was low and calm.

Flower appreciation?

Jiang Suizhou opened the envelope, pulled out the letter. There was a letter of invitation inside inviting Huo Wujiu to go to his family's back courtyard in a month’s time to enjoy the flowers.

Jiang Suizhou frowned deeper and deeper, and before finishing reading the letter, he stuffed the letter with the envelope into Meng Qianshan's hand.

All of them were bad news.

That fatuous emperor and those bunches of bootlickers in the court were entirely to blame for why the Jing Dynasty was on the verge of collapse.

They were plagued with leisure all day long and didn’t know how to enhance national strength against Northern Liang. On the contrary, they were obsessed with finding ways to humiliate the captive of the enemy country.

The emperor forced Jiang Suizhou to let Huo Wujiu take part in the palace banquet earlier this morning, and now there was an insignificant official also strutting around to have fun with Huo Wujiu. Jiang Suizhou was already tired, and the irritation that he had accumulated throughout the day burst out uncontrollably.

He rarely displayed his anger, but his tone even contained a thin layer of it. "Send it back to where it came from."

Meng Qianshan was startled: "Your Highness..."

Jiang Suizhou swept him a sidelong glance: "What? I don't want him to go see the rubbish flowers in his garden. Is there a problem?"

Meng Qianshan shook his head repeatedly, and even though he had some reservations, he did not dare to say anything.

But at that moment, Huo Wujiu spoke up.

"Pang Shao must have authorized him to do so, and they will not rest until they achieve their goal."

Jiang Suizhou was about to pick his teacup on the table, when he heard the low voice out of the blue. He moved with a start and looked at Huo Wujiu.

Huo Wujiu remained seated in his wheelchair, and when he saw Jiang Suizhou staring at him, he quietly continued. "They are targeting me. It's none of your business," he said.

Huo Wujiu knew that since he was in Southern Jing, such things would definitely not be rare. He was lucky to escape once or twice before, all because Jiang Suizhou defended him behind the scenes.

For every time Jiang Suizhou held them off, that group of people would take the opportunity to rip a piece of flesh off of him. How many valuable things could King Jing have on him that would be enough to keep them at bay in front of him?

He did not want to be this shrinking tortoise, nor did he want to let another person be a shield for him.

After saying these words, he distinctly felt Jiang Suizhou's stunned gaze. This made Huo Wujiu's heartbeat inexplicably skip a couple of beats. Huo Wujiu hastily averted his gaze and did not look at him again.

He hoped King Jing wouldn’t think too much of it. He just wanted to clarify that he could do without Jiang Suizhou’s self-sacrificing goodwill…

But then he heard Jiang Suizhou’s hoarse voice sink.

“None of my business?” He sneered. "You’re married to me. How can it be none of my business? Is it not my dignity that’s trampled upon when you, a big man, mingle with women to enjoy the flowers?”

After saying this, Jiang Suizhou went to the back room to shower.

As he walked out, he was still inwardly cursing.

If you let me live and don’t cut off my head after three years, then it’s naturally none of my business!

Of course, he knew that Pang Shao was behind the little official who dared to send such a letter to his palace. As for why Pang Shao supported him —— it was naturally because this move would please the emperor very much.

Of course, Pang Shao was also more than happy to see it.

During this period, that group of people tortured Jiang Suizhou, and he learned how to understand their tricks. In any case, if he could stop something, he would stop it. If he couldn’t, he would put it off for a later time.

With that decision, Jiang Suizhou cleaned up and took a bath, before coming out of the back room.

He was exhausted from the day. Once cleaned, he felt as if he was treading on air from the fatigue. He just wanted to fall into bed and get a good night's sleep.

But as soon as he returned to his bedroom and was about to go to his couch, he found Huo Wujiu sitting on his couch, quietly reading a book.

...What is he doing?

Jiang Suizhou was a bit confused and stopped in his place.

Huo Wujiu heard his footsteps and raised his head. He pointed in the direction of the bed with his chin, poker-faced.

"Go sleep there." His tone was crisp and sharp, as if he was giving orders to his soldiers.

Jiang Suizhou was a bit overwhelmed. He looked in the direction of the bed. He saw that the bed was neat and tidy. Moreover, there was a pill on the low table next to the bed.

"And the medicine on the table, eat it.” Jiang Suizhou heard Huo Wujiu say.