After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 111
He carried out such a farce and also allowed so many courtiers whom they had to see every day as witnesses. It seemed that he, Pang Shao, was cranky and incompetent. On this account, if he were to appoint him in the future, he too would appear incompetent.
The Hou Zhu felt that his pleasure on this trip was greatly spoiled, which annoyed him.
"Your Majesty..." Pang Shao spoke hastily.
The Hou Zhu gave him a disinterested glance. He flicked his sleeves, and turned away.
Pang Shao followed after the ministers without delay and trailed in haste.
Jiang Suizhou stood in the distance, not moving. He watched the room full of high officials and imperial guards in the courtyard following by Jiang Shunheng's side, whooping and hollering as they moved away.
The courtyard gates were then closed again.
Only then did he turn his head and look at Huo Wujiu.
Huo Wujiu watched the bunch disperse, and it was not until they were far away that he was sure that the place was safe again. He looked up at Jiang Suizhou. Before he could speak, Jiang Suizhou also lowered his head and stared straight at him.
His Highness Jingwang, who sported an icy visage just now and shot daggers at him moments ago, now had a pair of eyes glowing a bit red and glistening with tears seemingly due to coughing.
Huo Wujiu's throat rolled and he was about to tell him that he was fine.
However, Jiang Suizhou took a deep breath, turned his head to Meng Qianshan who had flung himself at his side, forced his voice to be calm, and slowly ordered, "Everyone go out and close the doors behind you."
Huo Wujiu knew that it was because of the crowd in the courtyard.
Meng Qianshan looked at him worriedly, but he didn't dare to go against his will. He even hurriedly dragged Wei Kai, who retreated three steps, away.
The moment the room door closed, Huo Wujiu watched Jiang Suizhou walk quickly toward him, squatted down and took hold of his arm.
"Are you all right?" Jiang Suizhou's voice rang with a subtle tremor. His eyes carried a watery glow as he stared closely at him. "Your legs have just been healed. If they're injured yet again, can you still stand up?"
Huo Wuhiu didn't know which question to answer first.
"I'm fine, don't be afraid." After a pause, he lifted his hand and smoothed Jiang Suizhou's hair.
"But I can smell blood on you."
Hearing Jiang Suizhou's words, Huo Wujiu quickly stretched out his hand and pulled Jiang Suizhou up along with him.
He slowly comforted him under his breath, "I'm all right, but the wound on my shoulder has torn open. Li Changning gave me medicine that can be taken orally. My meridians have been cured and it's easy to avoid accidents. My legs are fine and all right."
Jiang Suizhou immediately looked over Huo Wujiu's shoulder.
Then he saw that his robe had long been soaked with blood. At this time, a faint dark color drenched it.
His wound was torn open when he was hurled to the ground earlier.
Since he had crashed to the ground, he crouched down and covered his injury quite well. Coupled with Pang Shao's rage, people's eyes only fell on his legs, so no one noticed.
But this was nothing to Huo Wujiu.
Pang Shao came prepared, not only with soldiers, but also with an imperial doctor. His legs were already healed, and if he were to let an imperial doctor check them again, he would definitely be exposed, plus he heard the sound of people approaching outside the courtyard. Moreover, it sounded like there were many people, so he chose to provoke Pang Shao to hit him in a fit of rage, avoiding having the doctor take his pulse to check his injuries.
For him, it was just a small tear, and it was a good trade off.
But Jiang Suizhou in front of him obviously thought differently.
He raised his hand, originally wanting to touch him, but in fear of hurting him any further, his hand hung in place and dared not move forward.
All he felt was the sore tip of his nose.
He knew all too well that Huo Wujiu suffered from this injury to save him. And just now Pang Shao abused him like that, not because Huo Wujiu was part of an enemy state, but because he, Jiang Suizhou, did not die.
All because of him.
Somehow, this knowledge made Jiang Suizhou feel particularly uncomfortable. Huo Wugou has been well, he could have gone, but now because of him, so many more misfortunes have arisen for nothing.
His chest felt so suffocated that he felt pain in bursts, even to the point that it was unbearable.
"It's my fault," he whispered a moment later.
This time, Huo Wujiu heard the choke in his voice.
Huo Wujiu was instantly thrown into a panic.
It's no big deal. Why is he so aggrieved?
He anxiously said, "I don't blame you. I'm really okay. It's not a serious injury, nor is it fatal. Besides, even if he didn't hit me, I would have torn it accidentally in my sleep at night. It's not a problem."
But then Jiang Suizhou raised his head, and the tears in his eyes could not be contained.
"The imperial doctors here are unreliable. There are no other doctors here, so you can't stay any longer." The choking in his voice worsened. He took a deep breath, as if to hold himself back and make his tone appear calm. However, the effect was anything but satisfactory.
"Let's go home tomorrow," he uttered.
Huo Wujiu only felt that a certain string in his heart was ruthlessly plucked.
It felt sick at heart and swollen. It was plain to see that the person in front of him was distressed. He felt sorry for him and was flustered, but for some reason, Huo Wujiu felt that his heart was filled with something. It was hot and dense, as if something finally found a place to land.
He was about to speak, but then Jiang Suizhou's eyes blinked, and a tear slid uncontrollably down his cheek, bringing a flutter to his eyelashes.
Huo Wujiu couldn't hold himself back any longer.
He raised his uninjured arm, wrapped his hand around Jiang Suizhou's neck, pressed him forward, and used one hand to force him into his embrace.
"All right," he whispered, "Let's go home tomorrow."
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