After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Jiang Suizhou didn’t expect that his body was not only weak, but also had a poor drinking capacity.

After he came out of the Ministry of Justice, he felt suffocated in his heart.

Although he had guessed early in the morning that Ji You’s imprisonment was related to him, guessing the truth and seeing it with his own two eyes were completely different.

Ji You was a living and breathing being, even an unconventional and unrestrained, talented master poet. Just because of only a few moments of goodwill to him, Ji You was implicated and was sent to prison, with his future uncertain and even his life and death unknown.

And all this was because of Pang Shao.

For Jiang Suizhou, Pang Shao was just a treacherous minister recorded in history books, but now he was a villain with a butcher’s knife in hand, casting his greedy eyes on his prey and eager to persecute the people around him at any time.

Jiang Suizhou actually naively thought that he could temporarily circumvent him and survive these three years.

Jiang Suizhou felt like a boulder was weighing down on his heart, making him feel out of breath.

He wanted to find a place to vent his frustration, but he had just transmigrated and didn’t even know anyone he could talk to. He just held on until the carriage drove through Changping Street.

Changping Street was full of merchants and people, coming and going. It was very lively. The smoke from the restaurants curled up. People passed by, and the merchants shuttled to and fro, giving the impression of a peaceful and quiet world that was completely different from the noble and cold King Jing Mansion.

Jiang Suizhou called the carriage to a stop there and walked away.

At that second, he felt desperate to get away from King Jing’s identity, from this world, and return to the multitude of people to which he originally belonged.

However, there was nowhere for him to be accepted by the masses.

He walked aimlessly on Changping Street. People came and went around him, but he seemed to be clearly isolated.

After walking for a while, Jiang Suizhou raised his head and saw a fluttering wine flag.

He went to the wine shop, asked for some wine, and drank alone until late at night.

The wine was not strong, but was a common southern apricot wine. It had its own sweet aroma and wasn’t intoxicating. But when Jiang Suizhou got up, he felt dizzy. His feet felt floaty, and he was already drunk.

He propped himself up on the table and stood firm.

It was fine to be drunk, he said to himself. He had had enough of being sober day after day since he transmigrated here.

He staggered out of the wine shop and walked step by step back to the royal residence.

It started raining outside at some point. It wasn’t heavy, and he didn’t mind getting wet in the rain. When he reached the door of the royal residence, he realized afterwards that someone had been holding an umbrella behind him.

When he looked back, he saw a guard who he had never met before. Seeing him looking at himself, the guard’s legs went weak, and he almost dropped to his knees before him.

Jiang Suizhou frowned and waved his hand sluggishly.

Yes, here he was, just the King of Jing who was feared like a tiger and wolf.

Someone brought a palanquin, but he didn’t climb up. He trudged on the wet stone brick ground all the way back to the Anyin Hall.

He had just entered the courtyard gate when he saw Meng Qianshan, braving the rain and running all the way towards him.

“Your Highness!” Meng Qianshan was so anxious that his voice trembled. “Where have you been? You scared me…”

“Didn’t you send someone to follow me.” Jiang Suizhou’s voice sounded a little dumb.

Meng Qianshan was startled and thought that Jiang Suizhou was going to blame him.

But before he could speak, Jiang Suizhou raised his hand.

He walked straight up the steps, stopped at the bottom of the porch, and turned back to say, “Don’t mind me, wait outside the door.”

Meng Qianshan ventured nothing but responded affirmatively.

Jiang Suizhou lifted his feet and entered the room. He closed the door, took a few steps forward, and leaned on the side partition.

He then titled his head up, closed his eyes, and took a few deep breaths.

When he woke up from this drunken sleep tomorrow, he would need to plan how to absolve Ji You of his charges.

But right now, he just wanted to be alone for a while.

He closed his eyes and leaned there for a while until he gradually calmed down in the dizzying punch of the wine, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Then he saw a person sitting in front of him, quietly looking at him.

Jiang Suizhou looked at the man, stunned, and then gave an unguarded, drunken smile.

“There you are,” he said lethargically, “I’ve forgotten.”

Then he saw Huo Wujiu open his mouth and ask, “Why did you drink so much?”

Jiang Suizhou shook his head with a smile and said, “I didn’t drink much. It’s all because I can’t hold my liquor.”

Huo Wujiu frowned.

Jiang Suizhou was indeed drunk.

His face was flushed, and his gaze was lax. His robe was still wet, and although the upper half of his body hadn’t gotten wet, the hem of his robe and the legs of his trousers were damp with water.

Huo Wujiu said, “Go change your clothes first.”

Jiang Suizhou smiled, raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his forehead. He uttered an “oh”, and then straightened up on the partition.

However, he had been leaning on the partition for too long, and because the booze had already soaked his mind, he had not much strength. After he took a step, his feet softened, and he dove straight forward.

Jiang Suizhou later registered that he was falling.

But he was too slow to react, and couldn’t promptly, so he fell straight to the ground.

However, the pain that he had expected did not befall him, and instead, he fell on a hard warmth.

He opened his eyes drunkenly, and saw Huo Wujiu’s handsome face well within reach. His dark eyes were staring at him quietly from very close by.

Huo Wujiu caught him.

He was lying in Huo Wujiu’s arms, and because of how he supported his body, Huo Wujiu’s action at this time was like embracing him into his arms.

Jiang Suizhou was unaware of it.

Looking at Huo Wujiu’s face, he paused as if he remembered something and asked slowly.

“Do your legs still hurt today?”

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