Futuristic Chef Transmigrated As Mother

423 I Won’t Let You Off

The guards took one look at his strange appearance and quickly rushed forward to take the carriage handle from him. Then, they started asking him about what had happened.

Li Shouji didn’t have the strength to chat with them. He waved his hand casually and sat down on the carriage while wiping the sweat off his forehead tiredly with his sleeves.

“This coachman! He actually abandoned me halfway and ran home alone. He really needs a beating. When I see him tomorrow, I’ll teach him a lesson!”

Li Shouji, who was secretly thinking of stirring up trouble, suddenly shivered inexplicably before his sweat could dry up.

He looked up at the sky in confusion. A moment later, he shook his head and said to himself,

“The weather had turned cold…”

The carriage was handed over to the guard for him to pull it back. Li Shouji got up slowly and walked towards his residence. He was going to take a fragrant bath now to comfort his weary heart.

The guards behind him only dared to start discussing among themselves after he had disappeared.

“What did the deputy general do to provoke the general again?”

“Who knows? Isn’t the deputy general courting death on a daily basis?”

“That’s true…”

“Sigh, let’s not talk about it anymore. Hurry up and pull this in. We’re changing shifts soon.”

“Aye, yes, yes. Quick.”

With his hands resting on his slender waist, Li Shouji inched forward bit by bit, sighing three times for every step he took. This behavior became more exaggerated when he passed by Jiang Danhe’s door. If an unknowing person saw him, that person might think that something terrible had happened to him.

After wailing for a long time, he slowed down his pace, but he was unable to lure out the man in the room. At the thought of this, he could not help but sigh again. His plan of acting like a disabled man had failed.

He turned around and walked towards his room. If he had known that Jiang Danhe’s hearing was so bad, he wouldn’t have spent so much effort walking past his room.

After leaving Jiang Danhe’s courtyard, Li Shouji reverted to his usual upbeat demeanor. He had to take a quick bath, put on fresh clothes, and go to sleep. Otherwise, it would be dawn again if he slowly took his time.

“Li Shouji.”

The voice was not loud, but it was enough to make one’s heart tremble.

Li Shouji, who was walking with his head lowered, suddenly froze on the spot. Was he hallucinating?

He looked up in the direction of the voice and saw a face in the darkness. It looked even darker than the night sky.