After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Chapter 29

After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 29

The bones and muscles on his shoulder were firm and hard, and with the sudden lurch, they collided with Jiang Suizhou’s eyes.

After a brief period of dizziness, a hand gripped Jiang Suizhou's arm.

The hand was quite strong, so the moment it gripped Jiang Suizhou, he felt pain in his bones. Immediately after, he was lifted steadily and placed into a stable seat.

"Sit still." He heard Huo Wujiu's voice close to him.

Jiang Suizhou rubbed his temples with some embarrassment and cleared his throat.

"Sorry." He tried to keep his voice as calm and indifferent as possible.

Huo Wujiu answered with a faint muffled grunt.

When the carriage started, the wheels rattled. The sound echoed in the four corners, and the wind gently blew on the curtains, making the atmosphere seem less awkward.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Suizhou secretly glanced at Huo Wujiu.

He was sitting beside him with his head turned slightly sideways, looking calmly out the window. The curtains were slowly lifted, and the rain drizzled in. A few strands of light from outside shone on Huo Wujiu's face, dropping warm patches of light on his cheeks.

Jiang Suizhou didn’t know if it was his imagination, but he felt that Huo Wujiu's lips were a little white, which was absolutely abnormal.

But the light in the carriage was too dim, so for a while, Jiang Suizhou couldn't tell if he had seen it wrong.

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He couldn't help but glance again.

Coincidentally, Huo Wujiu turned his gaze back and looked at him.

Caught in the act, Jiang Suizhou faltered and asked a bit stiffly, “Are you cold?”

He shouldn’t be. It was now past early spring. The rain outside was a bit cool, but it was certainly nothing to Huo Wujiu. After all, not everyone was like him, a paper-mache body.

Huo Wujiu slowly opened his mouth and replied, “No.”

Huo Wujiu’s eyes swept across his legs without a trace.

From this morning when it rained, his legs began to tingle. The pain, which he was accustomed, suddenly became more severe after they had left the house.

Like an iron saw or a blunt axe, the pain cut into his meridians, little by little, tugging at his legs like an endless torture. It was so painful that his scalp was numb. His hand that was resting on his lap clenched tightly into a fist.

Naturally, he would not tell Jiang Suizhou about it, because he neither felt it necessary nor wanted to scare him.

...However, King Jing seems quite bent on chatting with me.

From the time Jiang Suizhou got into the carriage, he was distracted, and was even stealing glances at him just now.

Huo Wujiu casually glanced at Jiang Suizhou.

"Are you cold?" he fired back.

Jiang Suizhou shook his head: “I saw you...you’ve been looking outside, so I thought it was because the wind was too cold."

Huo Wujiu softly chuckled.

“Why didn’t you suppose I was planning an escape?” he asked. The corners of his mouth were somewhat arched. The curtain stirred slowly, so that the light in his eyes was extinguished. For a moment, they seemed to contain dashes of humor.

Jiang Suizhou was stunned, then inexplicably a little flustered. He hurriedly turned his eyes to the window.

"You can try to run and see if the emperor has sent someone to spy on you in the shadows," he retorted coldly.

...I just said a few words. Why did you panic?

Huo Wujiu withdrew his gaze, and the smile on his lips deepened more.

The carriage stopped outside the Kaiyang Gate.

Jiang Suizhou was assisted off the carriage. He found that many carriages had been parked around him, and the officials and female relatives kept shuttling to and fro. It was especially lively.

As soon as he disembarked from the carriage, he felt a lot of eyes falling on him; other people also had their eyes behind him - Jiang Suizhou knew that these people were waiting to see Huo Wujiu.

With an indifferent and arrogant expression, he stood by the carriage while servants hurried forward to move the wheelchair in place for Huo Wujiu.

Seeing the crowd slow down, Jiang Suizhou frowned impatiently.

Want to see the fun, do you? Okay, let me show you.

He swiftly turned around and sternly said to the servants, "Be quicker. How long do you want me to wait?"

The few servants hurriedly bowed to their waists to apologize and hurriedly brought Huo Wujiu out from the carriage.

Jiang Suizhou withdrew his gaze, and his piercing eyes scanned the ministers around him.

His exceedingly irritable appearance gave off the impression that innocent bystanders might get caught in the crossfire at any time. Everybody withdrew their eyes in succession. It was as if they saw nothing, and they walked away respectively.

Jiang Suizhou readjusted his gaze with satisfaction, put his hand behind him, and walked directly through Kaiyang Gate.

Meng Qianshan hurriedly pushed Huo Wujiu and quickly followed after Jiang Suizhou.

Because His Highness King Jing was in a foul mood and seemed he would fly into a rage at any moment, the ordinary courtiers dared not strike up a conversation, despite wanting to approach him and exchange pleasantries. Hence, Jiang Suizhou’s trek went a lot smoother.

However, all sorts of scrutiny, explicit or implicit, fell on him and especially on the man behind him.

Huo Wujiu.

In the past, this name was like a fatalistic evil spirit to them.

This was the man who had led the troops all the way from Yangguan to Yecheng, driving them out of their centuries-old ancestral foundation and all the way to the south of the Great River. Late last year, he was the same person who suddenly rose up with tens of thousands of soldiers and horses gathered by the river, looking to cross the river and kill them all.

Fortunately, the Great River was easy to defend and difficult to attack. Also, the advanced troops of the Northern Liang somehow crossed the river, the troops afterwards did not follow. That was how the generals guarding the river picked up the slack and surrounded Huo Wujiu with more than a thousand soldiers and horses.

Even so, that battle lasted for seven to eight days, all the way until their enemies ran out of food and ammunition. Only then was Huo Wujiu barely captured.

What did this mean to the Great Jing?

It was simply like placing one foot into the jaws of death, but was killed by the Impermanence1 instead.

Now, this Impermanence’s legs were crippled, and he was being pushed around, following His Highness King Jing. He came to His Majesty's birthday banquet as a part of His Highness’s family.

More or less, the crowd wanted to see what the legendary General Huo looked like, with a green face and jagged teeth like a saw.

However, he didn’t resemble the black faced, round eyed, and bearded man they had in their minds.

Footnote:

1 Impermanence - described as the messenger of the soul in death