After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Chapter 26.0

After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 26

Jiang Suizhou sat on the bed. He was so furious that his breathing was unsteady.

He knew that this was Pang Shao threatening him. Pang Shao was telling him that he knew about his health condition, that he could not escape, and that he must bring Huo Wujiu to the palace to amuse and entertain the emperor.

At this very moment, Meng Qianshan came in with the boiled medicine.

Jiang Suizhou took a look at the medicine, and then turned his eyes away.

For this period, he felt that he had soaked in bitter medicine, and there was a bitter taste all over his body.

He might as well not drink this medicine and continue to stay in poor health instead. If worse came to worst, he’d just stay sick for a few more days. It was better than having those people get their way and subject Huo Wujiu to humiliation again.

With this in mind, Jiang Suizhou said to Meng Qianshan, "Put it down. I will drink it later."

Meng Qianshan watched him cautiously.

He knew that his master was not in a good mood at the moment, so he assumed that he lost patience drinking medicine. However, Jiang Suizhou was quite proactive in drinking medicine these recent days, except the first time, so Meng Qianshan didn’t express his refusal.

Meng Qianshan was at ease with him. Hearing him say so, he put the medicine aside obediently and withdrew.

Jiang Suizhou and Huo Wujiu were the only two people left in the room.

Jiang Suizhou glanced at Huo Wujiu, and saw him sitting quietly alone at a distance, looking down at a book.

He got off the bed and picked up the medicine on the low table next to him.

Unbeknownst to him, when Huo Wujiu nearby heard the noise, he immediately raised his head and looked at him.

He saw the oblivious Jiang Suizhou wearing thin bedclothes and carrying the medicine bowl with one hand. His pace was a little slow as he walked towards a purple sand clay pot with an ornamental tree in the corner.

Jiang Suizhou thought that as long as he poured out his medicine for two days to ensure the recurrence of his old disease, he could only be carried there if they wanted him to attend the emperor’s birthday banquet.

With that in mind, he walked over to the purple sand clay pot and tipped the jade bowl over.

But when he was about to pour the medicine down, a hand suddenly reached over and took hold of his wrist.

Jiang Suizhou looked back and saw that Huo Wujiu appeared next to him at some point.

He sat in his wheelchair and clamped a hand on Jiang Suizhou's wrist to prevent his hand from moving. Although Huo Wujiu was looking up at him, his sharp black eyes were cold and awe-inspiring.

His gaze made Jiang Suizhou’s heart inexplicably guilty.

"What are you doing?" He heard Huo Wujiu ask.

Jiang Suizhou got a grip of himself and replied coldly, "Mind your own business. Get out of the way."

Huo Wujiu didn't let go.

"Drink it." The declarative sentence came out of his mouth, especially like an order.

"Are you talking to me?" Jiang Suizhou took out his fierce bearing typically used toward Meng Qianshan. His countenance turned chilly, and he looked arrogantly down at Huo Wujiu.

Huo Wujiu didn't make a sound, but the force of his hand increased. He yanked Jiang Suizhou's hand inch by inch, holding his wrist and forcing him to bring the medicine back to the front.

Huo Wujiu was using his actions to order him to drink the medicine.

The bitter taste blew against Jiang Suizhou’s face.

Jiang Suizhou frowned at the fragrance and looked down. Huo Wujiu looked cold and tough, as if he wasn’t leaving him any room for discussion.

For some reason, Jiang Suizhou’s heart was flooded with grievances.

He was well aware that the emperor loathed him. Since he came here, he had suffered quite a bit of humiliation and had been enduring it for long.

He also knew that being sick was unbearable. During this period, he suffered terribly every day from his illness. In all his life, he had never been so sick for so long and so serious.

For him, rather than being so ill, he might as well let the emperor have a taste of his quick tongue.

What was he afraid of? Wasn’t he afraid that the ancestor in front of him would be humiliated and put it on his account and then offset it with his life?

Jiang Suizhou laughed coldly.

"General Huo, why do you think I’m dumping the medicine?" He asked.

Huo Wujiu did not make a sound and only quietly held his wrist, confronting him with silence.

Jiang Suizhou continued, "You heard what that doctor said just now, right? Why does he always come to see me and remind me of that? It’s because the emperor ordered me to bring you to attend his birthday banquet. He wants to see you.”

It had been a long time since Jiang Suizhou said such long sentences in a row that he was out of breath. After he spoke, he choked and coughed a few times. He forbeared and then added, “Why does he want to see you? You don’t need me to say it, do you? Although I don’t want to care about it, I don’t want to humiliate myself in front of the officials. Dumping this medicine and letting me stay sick for a few days is beneficial both for you and me. Do you understand?"

After speaking, Jiang Suizhou took a few labored breaths to even out his breath.

He lowered his eyes to look at Huo Wujiu.

Huo Wujiu raised his eyes and looked at him indifferently. He listened to him finish his speech, but his expression remained extremely calm.

It was only after Jiang Suizhou smoothed out his breathing did Huo Wujiu speak quietly.

"I know," he said, "So, drink the medicine."

Jiang Suizhou’s eyebrows knitted.

He found that Huo Wujiu’s deep black eyes were firm and quiet.

He was obviously unable to stand up anymore. He was in an enemy country and a prisoner of war that everyone had trampled on, but those eyes were somehow reassuringly powerful to Jiang Suizhou.

"They won't kill me, so I have nothing to fear. If he asks me to go, then I'll just go," he said.

After a pause, Huo Wujiu spoke somewhat stiffly and awkwardly. "So, don't be afraid either."