Jiang Suizhou closed his eyes tightly after lying down, just waiting for sleep to come quickly so he could get through the night.
It would be best if he could wake up in his apartment the next day, awoken by his alarm clock.
…However, despite merely yearning for a peaceful sleep, Jiang Suizhou failed to get what he wanted.
It was indeed a couch with carvings all around. Not only was it painful to look at, it was even more painful to lie on. He could only turn on his side with a thin cloak that was barely a quilt draped over him.
This sickly body was so delicate that it was beyond his expectation.
The narrow couch made his back sore, and despite it being springtime, his hands and feet were freezing cold.
He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep until the red candles burned out in the room and the sky outside the window grew brighter.
By the time he sat up early in the morning, he was so sore that his body felt like it was falling apart. His throat was a little itchy, giving him the urge to cough.
He coughed twice softly in an attempt to suppress the sound and rubbed at his temples dizzily.
Outside the window, there were already many maids waiting on the porch. Jiang Suizhou looked up and saw Meng Qianshan standing in the doorway with his hand in his sleeves. Presumably, he was waiting for him to wake up before entering to serve him.
He couldn’t let him in. Once he entered, wouldn’t the fact that he and Huo Wujiu were not in bed together be exposed?
Jiang Suizhou immediately came to a decision in his heart.
Gotta run, and run fast.
He glanced at Huo Wujiu.
There was an empty wheelchair on the other side of the bed, and Huo Wujiu was lying motionless on his side, facing him.
The window allowed in some light, shining on his face. His raven feather-like eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheeks.
He was indeed very good looking.
His facial contours were sharp, and his features were deep. His nose was straight, and with his eyes closed, his long lashes hid that pair of ruthless, menacing, black eyes. His heroic spirit seemed to be displayed ostentatiously.
With the help of the sunlight, Jiang Suizhou saw a tiny old scar that abruptly cut off the edge of his left eyebrow.
It was akin to a scratch on a divine weapon, causing it to fall into mortal dust, tainted with drops of blood.
He was sleeping soundly.
Jiang Suizhou breathed a sigh of relief and carefully got up from the couch.
It would be best if Huo Wujiu didn’t wake up yet.
After all, he’d been so harsh last night before hiding to the side to sleep for the night. It was now dawn. For him to run away with his tail between his legs now was a bit humiliating no matter how one looked at it.
This kind of embarrassing thing was better done without anyone knowing.
With this in mind, Jiang Suizhou straightened his robe and stood upright. His posture seemed candid, but in reality, walked out cautiously.
With the sound of footsteps drifting away, the door opened with a sound, and then closed again.
The only subtle sound in the room also disappeared, leaving nothing but an empty silence.
Huo Wujiu opened his eyes.
Those gloomy eyes were awake and sharp and hardly looked like he had just woken up.
His eyes landed coldly on the couch under the window.
Daylight from the open window fell onto it, and dust particles fluttered in the light.
The couch was empty.
What was more, it was carefully tidied up. Just by looking at the folds that were clumsily smoothed out, he could still make out the effort the person took to cover up the traces of his sleep.
Huo Wujiu’s gaze paused.
He has always been highly vigilant and has a keen sense of hearing and vision. Therefore, King Jing’s every move last night had not escaped his eyes.
Huo Wujiu watched as he squeezed down on the couch and listened to him toss and turn all night long, believing that he was moving noiselessly.
Seconds ago, Huo Wujiu listened to him as he tiptoed outside like a thief.
…It was unbelievable.
Before he came here, Huo Wujiu envisioned what he might face in King Jing’s residence. King Jing was a vicious and insidious person, cunning and vindictive; plus, he was originally at odds with Emperor Jing. Emperor Jing seemed to be rewarding him, but in reality, he was using Huo Wujiu to humiliate King Jing, so it was impossible for King Jing not to hate him.
His situation would only be more tortuous than in the imperial prison.
But King Jing did not do anything and, instead, avoided him, as if he were utterly terrifying.
Huo Wujiu involuntarily lowered his eyelashes, and his gaze fell on his legs.
The people of South Jing were indeed terrified of him. It was due to this fear that his meridians were damaged and his legs crippled.
Even though he had become a cripple who couldn’t stand up, they were still afraid. Take yesterday as an example. It was just a matter of taking him out of prison, but the majority of the imperial guards were dispatched, and the streets along the road were strictly cordoned off.
