After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Chapter 166

Not long after Jiang Suizhou woke up the next day, he saw Huo Wujiu enter.

He was in high spirits. It seemed that he had slept well last night. Nevertheless, it was clearly summer, but when Huo Wujiu came in, he brought a damp chill, as if he went rolling in the imperial garden before sunrise.

Jiang Suizhou couldn’t help but examine him a couple more times.

“What’s the matter?” Huo Wujiu noticed him staring at him and asked.

Jiang Suizhou met his gaze, only to see a hidden layer of dark blue underneath his pair of burning eyes.

Jiang Suizhou’s heart skipped a bit, and his timidity mixed with nervousness at first vanished like smoke in the thin air.

He could not help but smile.

“Did you not sleep well last night?” he asked.

Huo Wujiu subconsciously denied it: “I didn’t.”

Jiang Suizhou didn’t comment on it, but his gaze stopped at his eyebags.

Huo Wujiu seemed to have noticed something. He cleared his throat and sat down beside his bed solemnly: “Something urgent occurred last night. I didn’t sleep long.”

Jiang Suizhou gently smiled and did not dwell on this matter.

At this moment, the servants going in and out of his palace were all servants who came in to arrange breakfast and tidy up the palace. Huo Wujiu didn’t dare to use the original servants, so these people were all brought in from Jingwang Manor. Fortunately, they were few, and there were not many masters who needed to be served, so they had enough manpower.

The two didn’t speak for a while.

The morning daylight peeked in pleasantly, and when Jiang Suizhou raised his eyes, he found Huo Wujiu sitting on a chair by the bed, silently looking at him against the light.

His sitting posture was irregular, and his legs were arbitrarily folded. He was leaning back, showing an entirely casual and relaxed appearance.

However, his gaze was fiery.

Jiang Suizhou subconsciously averted his eyes and looked at the golden threads on the futon instead.

Then he heard Huo Wujiu’s laughter.

Unbeknownst to him, the early morning sunlight fell on his face, illuminating his eyelashes thoroughly. It was as if they were glowing when they fell into Huo Wujiu’s eyes. He felt that guarding his door all night in exchange for a glance of him in the early morning was the most worthwhile thing he had ever done in his life.

Jiang Suizhou cleared his throat, feeling hot in the ears. He lowered his eyes and changed the subject: “By the way, how is Lin’an now?”

Huo Wujiu responded, “Everything’s in order in and out of the city. You don’t have to worry about anything, just get well.”

Jiang Suizhou was about to ask another question when he saw Wei Kai come in, carrying a bowl of dark, bitter medicine in his hand.

It was time for him to drink medicine.

In a moment, the aroma of the meal wafting through the palace room was overwhelmed by the smell of medicine. Jiang Suizhou flinched, but he resigned himself to sitting up straight.

But before he could move, Huo Wujiu got up first. He clasped the back of his shoulder with one hand and pulled the pillow next to him with the other, helping him to sit up against the bed frame.

“Relax,” Huo Wujiu said in a low voice. “Don’t tear your wounds.”

The fresh soap scent mixed with the armor’s unique iron scent caged Jiang Suizhou in place and left him in knots.

He lowered his eyes a little uncomfortably and let Huo Wujiu fiddle with him.

Wei Kai stood beside him and was about to hand over the tray in his hand when Huo Wujiu took the bowl away.

Then, he sat by the bed, and awkwardly scooped out a spoonful of medicine before blowing it cold.

He couldn’t control his breath and so he blew a spoonful of medicine back into the bowl, leaving only a pitiful bit that covered the bottom of the spoon.

Jiang Suizhou witnessed everything. The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, and a chuckle escaped from his lips.

Huo Wujiu raised his eyes and glanced at him. He persevered and scooped up another spoonful of medicine.

Jiang Suizhou hurriedly said, “Forget it, I’ll do it myself.”

After saying that, he reached out to pick the bowl up.

Huo Wujiu dodged to the side: “You’re still injured.”

Jiang Suizhou said warmly, “It’s not like I can’t really move. If this goes on, when will I get to drink it? Give it to me.”

He transmigrated here for half a year, and he drank countless kinds of bitter medicine, so he was used to it. Whatever medicine this was, it was extremely bitter. He’d better drink it in one gulp than to be tortured spoon by spoon.

Huo Wujiu was obviously worried, but after a moment he reluctantly handed the bowl to Jiang Suizhou.

Jiang Suizhou put the jade spoon in the bowl aside, blew it, and slowly drank the warm concoction little by little.

He moved carefully but smoothly, but his brow still instinctively tightened up due to the bitterness. He only cared about dealing with the bowl of medicine in his hand, not noticing Huo Wujiu’s wrinkled brow, which had turned into a frown.

When the bowl of medicine was finally emptied, Jiang Suizhou put it down and breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could relax, Huo Wujiu suddenly stuffed something into his mouth. In an instant, a juicy sweetness spread in his mouth, as if to force away all the bitterness left in his mouth.

It was a peeled grape.

Jiang Suizhou looked up and saw that Huo Wujiu had dragged a small table to the bedside at some point. The tribute fruits on the table were exactly the grapes from the western regions.

Huo Wujiu stuffed one into his mouth and peeled off the second one.

His hands were obviously not as skilled in peeling grapes as when drawing a bow. In fact, it was as if he had a grudge against the grapes. When he peeled off the outer skin, the grape was already almost crushed.

Before Jiang Suizhou could speak, another grape was stuffed into his mouth.

Jiang Suizhou hurriedly swallowed the grapes, and hurriedly stopped him: “Stop it. You don’t have to trouble yourself so much.”

Since when was he such a noble? He used to drink his own medicine, chasing it down with a cup of tea. He was such an adult, and not afraid of suffering.

Still, he heard a snicker from Wei Kai next to him.

“Your Highness probably doesn’t know. Our General is the most afraid of bitterness.”

Jiang Suizhou raised his eyes and saw Huo Wujiu also raised his eyes from the plate of grapes. His fingers were dripping with grape juice, but he stared at Wei Kai with a fierce and threatening gaze.