After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 18.2
Jiang Suizhou had a good night’s sleep. He slept continuously until the next morning, waking up refreshed and his spirits a bit lighter.
Meng Qianshan prepared breakfast early in the morning. Perhaps because he upset Jiang Suizhou last night, the dishes on the table were particularly rich. On top of that, all were also arranged according to Jiang Suizhou's most favorite dishes.
Jiang Suizhou swept Meng Qianshan a quick glance, and saw him smiling awkwardly and flatteringly.
He said nothing, coldly withdrawing his gaze.
He’d better scare Meng Qianshan a bit, to prevent him from committing such smart-ass deeds again and getting himself into trouble.
Hence, it wasn’t until Jiang Suizhou finished eating that he opened his mouth coldly and spoke to Meng Qianshan.
"Isn't it time for Madam Huo to change his bandages?" He asked.
Meng Qianshan nodded repeatedly: "The mansion doctor will come later today, so don't worry, Your Highness."
Jiang Suizhou snorted, paused, and then said, "What's the date today?"
Meng Qianshan replied, "Your Highness, it's the eighth day of the month."
Jiang Suizhou nodded.
"It's the fourth day. Send someone to Madam Gu's courtyard later and inform him that I will have dinner there tonight."
Meng Qianshan was dumbfounded.
Your Highness! You...how can you say this in front of Madam Huo!
Meng Qianshan stared blankly at Jiang Suizhou for a time, until Jiang Suizhou, who received no response, glanced askance at him. Only then did Meng Qianshan nod blankly, "Yes...I will do so in a while..."
Jiang Suizhou looked at him and frowned.
What was with this kid’s expression? In front of Huo Wujiu, Meng Qianshan was staring at him as if he betrayed his lover!
What if Huo Wujiu saw him like this and thought wrong?
Jiang Suizhou hurriedly stole a glance at Huo Wujiu.
Huo Wujiu was eating with his eyes downcast, as if he hadn't heard anything.
——Well, since I married Huo Wujiu, I have been at peace with him and haven't done anything out of the ordinary. I think Huo Wujiu also has an idea in mind and knows that my relationship with him is not the same as my relationship with Gu Changyun and the others.
...Although my relationship with Gu Changyun is also extremely innocent. Exactly.
With this thought, Jiang Suizhou was relieved. Seeing that the hour was almost up, he got up and went to the Ministry of Rites to continue slacking.
Only Meng Qianshan was left, looking at Huo Wujiu worriedly.
He finally knew what it meant by the emperor was not anxious but his eunuch was.1
Men, their upper and lower bodies were really separated. Just like His Highness; he told him yesterday of how deep his love for Madam Hou was. His Highness said that he was so smitten that he couldn’t bear to defile him. Yet today, he said that he was going to his concubine’s room right in front of Madam Huo.
Meng Qianshan fretfully looked at Madam Huo, who looked indifferent and unaffected.
How should he console Madam? Although Madam still looked indifferent, it was unwise to leave a bad impression of His Highness’s philandering ways in his heart.
After a moment of deliberation, he went out of the room. He found a maid and asked her to pass the King's order to Madam Gu's room. Then he returned and stood in front of Huo Wujiu.
"Madam Gu entered the mansion earlier, as you know, Master," he carefully said with a smile piled on his face.
This "master" was already an address of Meng Qianshan's utmost respect for Huo Wujiu.
Usually, it was the servants who served the concubines in the rear court who addressed their own concubine as master. He, the grand eunuch by the King's side, naturally would not be so placating.
Huo Wujiu lifted his eyelids and gave Meng Qianshan a look.
Meng Qianshan showed him a flattering smile and consoled him, “Madam Gu is delicate in nature and will make a fuss when he doesn't see His Highness for a few days. His Highness is impatient of the like, and is even more resistant to him making trouble. I don't think he really loves that Madam."
Huo Wujiu frowned.
What was he trying to tell him? What did it matter to him what King Jing was going to do?
Meng Qianshan spoke as if Huo Wujiu was a concubine in the harem, competing for favor.
He heard Meng Qianshan rambling on, "Besides, that Madam Gu is not a reasonable one either. Although His Highness keeps you in the yard day by day, it doesn't necessarily prevent jealous men from storming to you to vent his displeasure, does it? His Highness will sleep there overnight, but it’s also all for your benefit…”
Huo Wujiu listened to his gossip and found it noisy. He was about to tell him to shut up when he was caught off guard by the word "overnight".
The picture he saw last night surfaced in front of him again for a moment.
He recalled the man's moist and slender waist and belly; his thin red ears when he was shy and angry; and his soft whispers through the door that day when he said his heart fell for him a long time ago; that clear and magnetic voice.
What would a man like him look like when he spent the night with another man?
He was stunned.
...What am I thinking!
The thought struck without warning. After he recovered, he was so surprised and caught off guard that he was inevitably a little annoyed.
He raised his eyes and gave Meng Qianshan a cold look.
With only one look, Meng Qianshan's throat choked with fright, and he immediately shut his mouth.
He looked at Huo Wujiu in trepidation.
Huo Wujiu stared back at him. Although Huo Wujiu was looking up from below, his ruthless eyes made people want to kneel down in front of him involuntarily.
Huo Wujiu faltered.
...He wasn’t interested in fighting with a eunuch who was missing a string in his head.
He withdrew his gaze.
Although he was now Jiang Suizhou's nominal concubine, to him, it was just a change of jail locations. He didn’t succumb to the imperial dungeon of Southern Jing, so naturally, he would never be assimilated in this kind of place.
Of course, he wouldn’t go so far as to treat a eunuch viciously for such a thing.
With that in mind, Huo Wujiu raised his eyes and looked at Meng Qianshan again.
"Get out," he ordered.
There was no gentleness, only ferocity.
Footnote:
1 one himself does not worry but another person worries in vain
