Because they did not travel with the Hou Zhu’s ceremonial guards, their return journey was much faster.
At nightfall, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the royal residence.
Jiang Suizhou was already reeling.
He was already sick, so with the continuous swaying of the carriage, he spent the entire journey back to the manor in a groggy state. He couldn’t even differentiate north from south.
Therefore, as soon as the carriage stopped, Meng Qianshan hurriedly trotted inside and ordered someone to find a doctor; Huo Wujiu sat in his wheelchair and watched the servants around him help Jiang Suizhou down from the carriage and put him on the palanquin.
For some reason, Huo Wujiu actually felt empty.
Maybe because he’d been hugging someone in his arms for a whole day that he’d been accustomed to his temperature. What’s more, the man was more like a little creature nestled in his arms. All his heat seeped into his heart.
Now that the night wind was blowing, half of his body that was warm just now suddenly felt chilled.
Huo Wujiu sat in place motionlessly. It wasn’t until Wei Kai came forward and pushed his wheelchair that he snapped back to his senses.
Just then, Meng Qianshan’s voice echoed from the front, “Your Highness?”
Huo Wujiu immediately looked in that direction.
What he saw was Jiang Suizhou saying something in the palanquin. Meng Qianshan kept looking towards him, then he heard Meng Qianshan say, “Don’t worry, Your Highness. Madam Huo is here.”
Huo Wujiu clenched his fists in the wheelchair.
… He’s seriously a fool.
The party hurried Jiang Suizhou back to Anyin Hall while Wei Kai pushed Huo Wujiu into the courtyard.
At this time, Anyin Hall was already brightly lit. The maids in the yard hurried to and fro, all heading to the main room.
“Li Changning has already gone there. Don’t worry, General.” When Wei Kai saw Huo Wujiu looking in that direction, he whispered comfortingly behind him.
Still, he heard Huo Wujiu say, “Let’s go and take a look.”
Wei Kai knew where Huo Wujiu was going, but he didn’t refute when he heard the words. He just pushed Huo Wujiu’s wheelchair obediently to the main room.
Everyone in the room was busy. Because the Prince was always ill, the maids and manservants were experienced and moved about orderly.
Huo Wujiu raised his hand and waved Wei Kai back. He pressed his wheelchair and moved to Jiang Suizhou’s bedroom.
The servants didn’t bother to greet him, yet he didn’t add to the mess. He just stopped quietly in a corner near the bed and watched Li Changning diagnose and treat Jiang Suizhou.
The room was brightly lit, much brighter than the carriage. Therefore, Huo Wujiu also had a clear view of Jiang Suizhou’s burning red complexion.
Somehow, Huo Wujiu suddenly remembered the day he first came to Jingwang Manor.
At that time, he was covered with injuries, yet no one came into his cell to treat him. He could only hang onto his breath in the damp and cold prison. He was sent to Jingwang Manor for reasons he knew all too well, and was prepared to suffer further humiliation here.
However, all his expectations came to nothing. What greeted him was Jingwang who was watching over him under the lamp when he was running a high fever due to his injuries.
…He truly is silly.
He never asked him to do anything for him. Even if they stood in hostile camps, Huo Wujiu was always someone who kept track of those who offended him. He wouldn’t really transfer his hatred for Jiang Shunheng to an idle Prince who couldn’t resist Jiang Shunheng’s will.
Nonetheless, this man just had to give him everything. He was truly simple. Unbeknownst to him, he paid too much effort and reaped his affection, which he shouldn’t have.
Huo Wujiu looked at him quietly for a moment.
However, he really shouldn’t have this kind of feeling.
After all, now that he was looking at this man, he felt as if the man was badly hurt. No one would dislike him, and he deserved suffering for him.
Huo Wujiu simply couldn’t avert his gaze.
Li Changning straightened up, swiftly glanced at him in the corner, and then turned to look at Meng Qianshan as if he hadn’t seen him.
Meng Qianshan stepped forward and asked, “Doctor Li, how is His Highness?”
Li Changning sighed: “Don’t worry, Gonggong. His Highness is just suffering from a wind chill. Treatment has been dragged on for so long, that’s why he fainted. I will prescribe medicine for His Highness, and after a few days of recuperation, he will be fine.”
Meng Qianshan let out a long sigh and chanted Buddha’s mantras repeatedly.
Then, he asked Li Changning to go to the side to prescribe medicine. The room full of servants, who had assisted Jiang Suizhou, also retired one by one.
Huo Wujiu slowly moved to the bedside, stretched out his hand and touched Jiang Suizhou’s face with the back of his hand.
He was still burning, so hot, and so pitiful.
Huo Wujiu didn’t speak for a while, but the sharp-eyed Meng Qianshan, who was beside him, leaned forward.
“Madam Huo,” he said, “Don’t worry, His Highness is fine.”
Huo Wujiu hummed in response.
Meng Qianshan stared at him for a moment and realized what he was going to do. Madam Huo gave off the feeling that he was going to guard by the bed, but should he stand guard until His Highness woke up?
Although Meng Qianshan was happy for the Prince, he didn’t dare to really let his master do the work.
He said straightaway, “His Highness’ medicine is about to boil over there, so please rest assured, Madam. His Highness ordered me early this morning to ask Doctor Li to examine you once we return. It’s late at night, Madam. Why don’t you go back to your room and wait a minute? This humble servant will stay here.”
Huo Wujiu looked at Jiang Suizhou in silence for a while.
According to his stubbornness where even five cows couldn’t pull him back, he would naturally have ignored Meng Qianshan. However, he had to be obedient now.
All because of the person in front of him.
He made himself sick just for the small injury on his shoulder.
There were many people in the main room with varying intentions. If others were to see his injury, they would be suspicious. If he refused to return to his room, there would be no opportunity for him to bandage it. When this man woke up tomorrow…
He’d definitely be unhappy.
Huo Wujiu’s stubborn spirit, which no one could resist, wordlessly dissipated under this conjecture.
A moment later, just as Meng Qianshan’s heart was in his throat, thinking of persuading him further , he heard Huo Wujiu’s voice.
“Let’s go,” he said.
An imperceptible compromise tinged his tone.
