After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 25.4

After Jiang Suizhou laid down, he lost consciousness in a trance.

He seemed to be wrapped up in a chaotic dream, with the time and world jumbled.

One moment, he was back to his childhood when his half-brothers from unknown mothers pushed and bullied him in their father’s mansion. He went to his mother with his grievances, but through the door, he saw his mother sitting alone in the room crying silently, as if she had lost her soul. It made him timid and afraid to share any of his grievances.

The next moment, there was the disgusting smile of the emperor, and a bunch of courtiers he had only seen in portraits. They were staring at his every move with various expressions, making him nervous, fearful, and reluctant to speak out.

A moment later again, Huo Wujiu was holding a bloody knife in his hand. His eyes were as cold as the day Jiang Suizhou took off his veil. Huo Wujiu was staring at him as if he would immediately cut off his head and take it to the city walls to air-dry.

Jiang Suizhou wanted to run, but his legs were rooted in place. He watched as Huo Wujiu drew nearer and stretched out his blood-stained hand at him…

Jiang Suizhou simply closed his eyes tightly and waited for death, but unexpectedly, Huo Wujiu did not kill him.

...He actually reached out and touched my face.

Jiang Suizhou only thought he was trying to figure out where to bury his knife on his neck, and he touched his face because it was crooked.

But to his surprise, Huo Wujiu's hand pressed against his face and wouldn't let go.

Jiang Suizhou also woke up groggily at this time.

Like in a dream, he was muddled, and his body was burning. He opened his eyes in a daze and could only see a candle flame swaying, so bright that he could not open his eyes.

Hl body felt unbearably heavy. He slowly inhaled and choked out a hoarse cough before he could speak.

“Master!”

It was Meng Qianshan's voice.

Jiang Suizhou had a coughing fit that blurred his eyes. Just then, something he was holding in his hand suddenly gripped his hand.

It was quite cold and very strong, and a hand pulled him to sit up.

Then, another other hand fell on his back, slowly patting him until his cough gradually eased.

Only then did Jiang Suizhou open his eyes that were blurred by tears.

He saw Meng Qianshan kneeling in front of his bed and lying on the edge of the bed under the bright lights. His eyes were red with anxiety, and he was staring at him closely. His mouth quivered, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Also, he was holding a large, bony and veiny hand in his own hand.

Jiang Suizhou was feverish, and his brain was sluggish. When he saw the hand, he froze and looked up at the arm of the hand.

Then he met a pair of cold, dark eyes.

Jiang Suizhou was so scared that he let go of the hand.

Huo Wujiu calmly stopped patting him on the back and pulled a pillow behind him. He pressed him down and had him lean on it. He then turned his head and said in a low voice, "You’re awake."

A young doctor hurriedly came forward, knelt down in front of the bed, and took Jiang Suizhou's pulse.

Huo Wujiu rolled his wheelchair back and retreated.

No one noticed that his right hand which Jiang Suizhou had just held was placed in his lap. He slowly curled his fingers and clenched his fist.

As if retaining some kind of touch.

When the people around them saw that Jiang Suizhou had woken up, they stopped what they were doing and gathered around the bed.

The doctor diagnosed his pulse for a moment, got up and said, "His Highness is weak and overworked. The dampness and cold invaded his body, and he is suffering from windchill. I have boiled the medicine outside. In a moment, let His Highness drink it and have him go to bed. I think his fever will get better early tomorrow morning. He just needs to rest in the house for a few days. He shouldn’t go anywhere until his windchill is gone."

Meng Qianshan replied repeatedly beside him and ordered a maid nearby to bring the medicine quickly.

Jiang Suizhou leaned on the soft pillow and rubbed his temples painstakingly before he roughly digested the words of the doctor.

...Oh, so I’m exhausted. It rained today, and the cold made me sick.

It was already spring, and the rain was not cold. There was probably no one else except him who would catch a cold without getting caught in the rain this season.

Jiang Suizhou sighed in resignation.

However, that was also good news. He was sick, so he could rest peacefully in the house for a few days. He wondered if he could stay sick for a longer period, preferably until the emperor’s birthday banquet. That way, he could peacefully claim to be sick and not attend. Huo Wujiu naturally wouldn’t have to go as well…

Reminded of Huo Wujiu, Jiang Suizhou's muddled brain paused.

Just now...was he h-holding Huo Wujiu’s hand?

But he did not have the slightest impression of how Huo Wujiu came to his bedside, and how he took his hand with him.

Jiang Suizhou felt that he was really sick and confused.

However, before he could delve deeper into it, an extremely domineering bitterness drifted in from afar.

Jiang Suizhou frowned in the wake of it.

Then he saw a bowl of medicine soup as dark as ink. It was filled in a white jade bowl and brought to him.

The bitter taste wafted to the end of Jiang Suizhou's nose and immediately triggered a cough. The coughing caused a dry retching in his throat, which scared Meng Qianshan to pat his back and call out to his master repeatedly.