After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Jiang Suizhou was keenly aware of Huo Wujiu’s exhaustion in recent days.

He never complained. After finishing his daily work in the middle of the court, Huo Wujiu visited Jiang Suizhou as usual. He insisted on seeing how he was recovering, and then he would accompany him to sleep.

He still looked as usual, but the dark smudges under his eyes were getting heavier by the day.

Every time Jiang Suizhou opened his mouth to ask, Huo Wujiu stopped him, saying that he was fine.

He couldn’t ask any further.

After a few days like this, Jiang Suizhou recovered well, and gradually he was able to walk on the ground.

The wounds on his body had scabbed over, and he was getting better every day. Li Changning’s medical skills were excellent. Seeing that his wounds were recovering well, he added a few medicinal herbs to replenish his qi and blood and to warm his meridians.

However, Huo Wujiu was still not at ease.

Seeing Jiang Suizhou off the bed, Huo Wujiu appeared as if he was facing a formidable enemy. His nerves were tense, and he had an urge to support him back to bed after just a short while.

Wei Kai, a bystander, couldn’t bear to look steadily at him.

As long as their General did not lose an arm or a leg, everything would remain unchanged no matter how seriously injured he was. He was like this himself, even when he was under the Emperor. He never saw him so timid and overcautious.

Sure enough, ‘love’ could change one’s temperament.

Although Jiang Suizhou did not say much these days, he had been silently observing Huo Wujiu’s state.

He knew how tough, stubborn and tolerant Huo Wujiu was. Even when there were times he couldn’t support it, he wouldn’t take the initiative to show weakness. What was more, he had been injured these days, so Huo Wujiu was cautious with him. Naturally, he hid the things he had to face even deeper.

But Jiang Suizhou didn’t want to let him go on like this.

Huo Wujiu used to be so stubborn, that was because he was really alone. Everyone considered him an undefeatable God of War, so everyone relied on him. Naturally, he had no way to rely on others, so he could only support himself.

But it shouldn’t be the same now.

Jiang Suizhou waited quietly until today.

After Huo Wujiu left early in the morning, he drank the medicine that Li Changning brought. He felt in good spirits, and felt that his body was lighter, so he got out of bed and went for a walk outside the palace.

The palace he was living in presently was behind the late Hou Zhu’s bedchamber. It was supposedly the palace where the beloved concubines lived, but because the Hou Zhu was always impartial, it had long been empty.

The courtyard had a great view. Meng Qianshan, who was following him, told him with a smile that General Huo was living in the side hall and had been accompanying him every day.

He spoke sweetly and smiled happily. Jiang Suizhou smiled and glanced at him, but did not say anything.

He raised his eyes to look into the distance and saw a scene in the palace garden, which made the resplendent and magnificent pavilions stand out quite interestingly.

He went out today, not to see them.

He just wanted to check how well he had recovered and how far he could go.

The result of this attempt was satisfactory to him.

He stood under the porch for a while, then went back to the house and waited until nightfall.

It was past the second watch, but Huo Wujiu still hasn’t returned. In the normal course of events, he would have been already at Jiang Suizhou’s palace at this hour. Today, he must have encountered some kind of trouble if he still out so late.

Jiang Suizhou sat there quietly for a while and then got up.

Seeing him get out of bed, Meng Qianshan hurriedly greeted him: “Your Highness?”

Jiang Suizhou said in a light voice: “Change my clothes, and have someone prepare the palanquin. I’m going out.”

Meng Qianshan anxiously advised, “Your Highness, it’s darker outside. You’re not yet well…”

“Then prepare a thicker cloak for me,” Jiang Suizhou ordered.

Meng Qianshan still hesitated: “This…”

Jiang Suizhou raised his head and looked at him: “What? Do my orders not work anymore?”

Meng Qianshan squeezed his right hand with his left hand, feeling a little cramped.

Jiang Suizhou continued, “Huo Wujiu had ordered, right? Just go, he won’t do anything to you.”

Seeing how resolute Jiang Suizhou was, Meng Qianshan really had no choice, so he could only clench his teeth, stomp his foot, and carry Jiang Suizhou’s order out.

Huo Wujiu was indeed a bit overwhelmed.

Those Pang Party officials, who were originally difficult to deal with, had settled a lot at this time. They originally had no mind of their own, and now that their benefits were exhausted, they fell apart. When the one in power was lost, they abandoned him. When Pang Shao held real power in his hands, they followed him around. But now that Huo Wujiu was the one in power along with a massive army, they were very obedient and didn’t give Huo Wujiu any trouble at all.

The people who were difficult to deal with were a bunch of self-proclaimed purist scholars.

The Jing Dynasty was over. From morning till night, they repeatedly threatened to commit suicide and shouted abuse at the soldiers. However, Huo Wujiu could not indulge them to death. After all, if more courtiers were to die, the world would be in panic.

There wasn’t a day when those people did not give him trouble.

This was just as well. After a few days, Huo Wujiu was skilled in dealing with them. But today, the one that bothered him the most was his uncle.

The movement in Southern Jing naturally didn’t escape the Northern Liang’s watch. The new Emperor of the Northern Liang Dynasty, Emperor Zhao Yuan, and Huo Wujiu’s uncle, had sent letters to him. They just arrived in the morning.

The letters were stamped with the imperial seal, proving they were genuine.

Huo Wujiu put the letter on the table. Just as he was distracted, someone came to report, saying that Lord Qi Min sought death again today. Fortunately, he was stopped in time, and didn’t die. Still, he was slightly injured.

The news was like a spark falling into a dry pile of firewood.