After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

She had forgotten that the man in front of her was a man who did not like women. Her drama was clearly performed for the blind.

Qin Liu hurriedly turned her head back and saw that Jiang Suizhou was pointing at the wife that the heir of the Duke of An Guo had just married.

She had interacted with the woman just now, and from the few words she exchanged with her, she figured that she was a young pampered lady of a rich family. Her husband’s family also spoiled her, and she had never suffered any hardship all her life. Her mind was as simple as a blank sheet of paper.

Sure enough, hearing that Jingwang named her, the noble heir’s wife was dumbstruck. For a moment, she looked between Jingwang and Qin Liu, standing there at a loss.

“Just now…” she opened her mouth cautiously, not knowing what to say.

Then Jingwang gently smiled at her. “Madam, just tell the truth,” he coaxed.

The lady hesitated for a moment, but still whispered, “It’s nothing. It’s just that Concubine Qin didn’t stand firm and leaned towards Madam Huo. But Madam Huo dodged, and she fell headfirst into the lake…”

“Is that so?” Jingwang then asked.

The surrounding ladies exchanged glances, but none of them refuted.

Qin Liu’s heart dropped to the soles of her feet.

She watched as Jingwang smiled lightly and nodded at the lady, and then looked at her.

There was a trace of satisfied smile in his seductive fox-like eyes.

It was only then that Qin Liu came back to her senses.

It seems that Jingwang, who rushed here with overweening arrogance to denounce Huo Wujiu publicly, was simply a false shot.

He came today to clean her up for Huo Wujiu.

But everything was so logical that she had a hard time saying anything.

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On the carriage back to the manor, the only sound was the rolling of the wheels.

Jiang Suizhou leaned on the wall of the carriage, his breath still a bit uneven.

In fact, he could not get out of bed until today. Chen’s residence was not too big, but he didn’t even have a palanquin. He had walked all the way to the garden and already couldn’t bear it.

Fortunately, everything was dealt with flawlessly.

He didn’t give the woman who did the harm a chance to speak, but pointed to a girl he’d had his eye on for a while. The girl looked young. She was dressed in a gorgeous dress, and her emotions were all written on her face. At first glance, she was a naive lady with a powerful backer, who could not lie.

Sure enough, by exposing the concubine’s lies, she had also let the main wife dispose of her rightfully on the spot.

Although not to the point of killing her, the woman ruined her reputation herself.

Because of this farce, he was also able to take Huo Wujiu away in advance. He didn’t have to stay there and choke on the rouge powder smell.

With this in mind, Jiang Suizhou was in a good mood and asked, “Are you alright?”

His relationship with Huo Wujiu now was not so stiff. Naturally, he talked a lot with him. As long as he started a conversation, Huo Wujiu would definitely respond to him…

But silence answered him.

The carriage quieted down again after Jiang Suizhou finished asking. Huo Wujiu next to him seemed to have not heard him, and didn’t say a word.

Hmm?

Jiang Suizhou looked at him in confusion.

What’s the matter?

Huo Wujiu, who was sitting there, turned his head and met his gaze coldly.

“Are you feeling better?”

Instead of answering his question, he asked a rhetorical question, abruptly and at once, confusing Jiang Suizhou.

“What?” Jiang Suizhou was nonplussed.

Huo Wujiu suddenly raised his hand, directly covered his forehead, rough and direct, and messed up the hair in front of his forehead.

Jiang Suizhou reflexively dodged to the side, but the space in the carriage was narrow and he was not as strong as Huo Wujiu. Hence, before he could resist, Huo Wujiu pinned Jiang Suizhou down and freely let his rough hand press against his forehead.

A few moments later, he retracted his hand.

“What are you doing?” Jiang Suizhou got up from the carriage, breathing unevenly.

Huo Wujiu, who had withdrawn his hand and also withdrawn his gaze along with it, looked ahead. He had a cold expression, looking neither right nor left.

“You’re much better,” he muttered.

Jiang Suizhou felt a little amused for a moment and retorted, “I don’t have a fever. What’s the use of touching my forehead?”

Huo Wujiu gave him a sideway glance.

Jiang Suizhou was weak because of the drug. At this time, he was solely preoccupied with holding onto the carriage to sit straight. He didn’t know that his pale appearance, unstable breathing, and disheveled hair were all captured by Huo Wujiu.

Huo Wujiu paused, opened his mouth, and gruffly spoke. “Now that you can move, come stay in your own courtyard,” he said coldly.

“What?” Jiang Suizhou was taken aback.

Although Huo Wujiu was not the same as an ordinary concubine, he was, at best, a prisoner of war detained in Jiang Suizhou’s house. But …How could Huo Wujiu sound so justified in arranging where he could stay?

Huo Wujiu said in a low voice, “If you die of consumption in your concubine’s room, I’ll be sent back to the imperial prison.”

After speaking, he turned around and did not look at Jiang Suizhou again.

Jiang Suizhou froze and returned to his senses.

Whoa! This man actually dared to openly curse him to death!

As expected, Huo Wujiu didn’t often speak, but once he opened his mouth, he would most likely anger people to death.

Jiang Suizhou glared at him with hatred and sat upright in the carriage.

I’m not going to die! As long as you don’t chop my head off, I’ll live a long life!

With this thought in mind, he turned his head to look out the window and ignored Huo Wujiu.

He failed to see that the hands Huo Wujiu placed on his lap were tightly clenched into fists.

It was a man, hastily fending off his raging jealousy.

Even Huo Wujiu himself could not have imagined that just one glance, just one glance at Jiang Suizhou’s messy and frail appearance was enough to upset him. His eyes burned. He was even irritable to the point of wanting to shoot through the chest of the person who had shared this look with Jiang Suizhou.

In the silence, an evil dragon seemed to be awakening in his chest.

The evil dragon was greedy and irascible, and his eyes were fixed unwaveringly on a certain treasure.

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The author has something to say:

Gu Changyun: You may not believe me, but if it weren’t for luck, I would have died 800 times over.

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