After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 43

Though drunk Jiang Suizhou was incoherent, he was obedient. When Huo Wujiu told him to sleep, he lay down obediently and let Huo Wujiu put down the bed curtains for him and extinguish the lights in the room.

While lying in bed, Jiang Suizhou’s thoughts were still in a mess. How great would it be if Huo Wujiu's legs healed right away?

He would let him kill Pang Shao quickly and change the course of history, so that the latter’s pawns would die an early death.

With that in mind, Jiang Suizhou dizzily fell asleep.

He slept for a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, the sky was already bright.

The sun shining on Jiang Suizhou’s face made him squint. He had a headache and got dizzy when he sat up.

...I drank too much yesterday.

He could only recall memories from when he was still in the wine shop. When he had left out and let the cold wind blow on him, his thoughts were jumbled. Jiang Suizhou sat on the bed and rubbed his head, but he couldn't remember how he got back to the house yesterday.

Right on cue, Meng Qianshan came in.

Seeing that Jiang Suizhou had already woken up, Meng Qianshan hastily ordered a maid to bring hangover soup while he greeted him, "Your Highness, you’re awake."

Jiang Suizhou rubbed his temples and nodded.

Meng Qianshan said, "Where is Your Highness uncomfortable? It’s early in the day, so you can sleep a little longer. Officials from the Ministry of Justice have now gone to the Ministry of Rites to investigate the case. Early this morning, an official came to report that you don’t have to go to work today."

Hearing the words Ministry of Rites, Jiang Suizhou paused, but shook his head.

"No more sleeping," he said.

Meng Qianshan hastily responded, took the hangover soup handed to him by a maid nearby and delivered it to Jiang Suizhou's hand.

"Your Highness, have a bowl of soup first," he said.

Jiang Suizhou answered and picked up the soup.

After a few mouthfuls of soup, his spirit indeed cleared and brightened in a few moments, and his vision wasn’t as blurry.

He then began to ruminate about Ji You's matter.

Ji You was imprisoned because of him, so he must not ignore, but with his pathetic power at present, there weren’t people that he could mobilize and rely on. Pang Shao's spearhead was now pointing directly at Ji You. With his weak forces facing the enemy’s strong ones, it was honestly very challenging.

Therefore, he must find every advantage he could use, try to start from the shadows, and attack his opponents by surprise.

If that was the case...he might have to utilize the two "concubines" in his house.

Gu Changyun seemed to be quick witted. Although he was not loyal, Jiang Suizhou had blackmail in his hands; Xu Du had spoken to him frankly and was also raising some dead soldiers for him. If he wanted to attack from the dark, these people might come in handy…

Just then, Jiang Suizhou heard the sound of a banging wheelchair.

He looked up and saw Huo Wujiu, who had just finished washing up and was coming out of the back room. The hair on his forehead was damp with some water droplets, and when the sun shone, they glistened.

Feeling Jiang Suizhou watching him, Huo Wujiu turned his head and frankly locked eyes with him.

"Awake?" He heard Huo Wujiu ask.

That was right...he came back drunk yesterday and couldn’t even recall what he had done, but Huo Wujiu had always been in this room. Presumably, he knew exactly what Jiang Suizhou did yesterday.

Jiang Suizhou was a little worried, but still uncertain. He carefully surveyed Huo Wujiu's expression.

He shouldn't have said anything that shouldn't be said, right?

Perhaps the sun was pleasant today, because when he looked at Huo Wujiu's inscrutable face, he felt that the latter was in a good mood.

He probably didn't provoke him yesterday.

This time, Jiang Suizhou was relieved. Meng Qianshan waited on Jiang Suizhou as he changed his clothes and robes and removed the smell of alcohol from his body. Then Jiang Suizhou sat down comfortably at the table.

Huo Wujiu sat opposite him.

The two had been living together for some days and had developed some natural tacit understanding on trivial things. The daylight outside the window was bright, and they had their breakfast without saying a word. In a while, a touch of tranquility and warmth settled in the air.

Jiang Suizhou's appetite was not good because of last night’s wine, and he only drank half a bowl of porridge before setting down his chopsticks.

Meng Qianshan hurriedly went forward, and while handing him a copper basin for washing hands, he asked, "Your Highness, will you go to the office or to the study later?"

Jiang Suizhou pondered for a moment and remembered what he had intended to do this morning.

The matter should not be delayed.

"Neither," he answered, "Send someone to Gu Changyun's courtyard now and inform him that I will go to his place later. Let him prepare."

Um...early in the morning?

Meng Qianshan cautiously glanced at Jiang Suizhou then at Huo Wujiu. He responded cautiously, and then withdrew.

Jiang Suizhou picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

But before that sip of tea entered his mouth, a crips clang echoed. It wasn’t resounding, but it’s abruptness caused Jiang Suizhou's hands to shake with fright.

He looked up and saw Huo Wujiu expressionlessly putting down his bowl. Then, he turned the direction of his wheelchair and expressionlessly left on his own.

...He’s done eating?

Jiang Suizhou looked at the bowl Huo Wujiu placed on the table.

Huo Wujiu had always had a good appetite, and the rice in his bowl was usually never wasted. But today, he had a large portion of porridge left in his bowl, and the main course on the table was only half eaten.

Jiang Suizhou turned his head in surprise and looked at Huo Wujiu, who had entered the bedroom.

He thought Huo Wujiu was in a good mood just now. Why did he suddenly look sullen, as if someone had provoked him?

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