After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Chapter 21.1

After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 21.1

Ji Hongcheng’s tone was utterly brusque. From the letter, Huo Wujiu figured that Ji Hongcheng wrote it for Jiang Suizhou’s eyes.

After all, even if Ji Hongcheng was stupid, he would not believe that his letter could be delivered to Huo Wujiu so easily, especially right under Jiang Suizhou's eyes.

In the letter, he detailed the evil deeds of Jiang Suizhou this morning; from the time he met Jiang Suizhou to the impudent remarks Jiang Suizhou made in the court. Ji Hongcheng castigated each of them at length.

Because he was a military official with little culture, his emotions got the best of him, and he wrote several crude profanities in the letter that couldn’t be spoken in public.

The letter was used to scold Jiang Suizhou.

The corners of Huo Wujiu’s mouth involuntarily rose as he read on.

He did not expect that His Highness, King Jing, who was careful in front of him and had to deliberate on his words for a long time, would be so arrogant behind the scenes. He was so self-confident in his righteousness to the point of lying to all the civil servants of the court.

He said he defiled him? And that he used some "tricks" because his wild nature was untamed?

Huo Wujiu's fingers involuntarily rubbed the edge of the letter slowly.

He suddenly wanted to see what Jiang Suizhou looked like when he blatantly said these words.

Sun Yuan, who was standing behind him, was alarmed.

Beneath the candlelights, he didn’t know what Madam Huo read, but the curvature of his mouth actually stretched wider and wider. He was born cold and sharp, so his smile at this moment was rather like a wild beast in the dark, ready to pounce and bite off his prey's throat.

Huo Wujiu quickly finished reading the letter.

But then, Sun Yuan saw him pause. He glanced up to the beginning of the letter, and carefully read it again.

...Huh?!

Sun Yuan even thought for a moment that what he had sent to Huo Wujiu was a secret letter to assassinate the present emperor.

—— Otherwise, how could he be so interested?

...Should I notify His Highness?

Just then, the candle flame on the table jumped slightly, and some footsteps sounded faintly outside the window.

Jiang Suizhou has returned.

Sun Yuan also heard the faint sound. He quickly stepped forward, took off the lampshade for Huo Wujiu, signaling him to quickly burn the letter.

Huo Wujiu brought the letter to the lamp, but stopped when the fire was about to lick the edge of the paper.

Sun Yuan looked at him in surprise.

He witnessed Huo Wujiu pause and actually take back the letter.

He folded the letter again and put it into his sleeves.

His behavior struck Sun Yuan dumb.

Huo Wujiu raised his eyes to him, his gaze quiet and indifferent. The curvature of his lips also disappeared.

“Why are you standing frozen there?” He asked.

His eyes were pitch-black and deep, as if they could dig out a person's heart and see through it. Sun Yuan was stupefied, but he hurriedly reattached the lampshade amidst the sound of approaching footsteps.

It was already very late at night when Jiang Suizhou returned to his house.

The morning court session had exhausted him enough, and he was busy at the Ministry of Rites. By the time it was dark, he was already drifting a bit on his feet.

Fortunately, Ji You knew that he was unwell, so he did not make things difficult for him. Ji You transferred a large part of the work that Jiang Suizhou should have been in charge of to his disciples.

Because of this, Jiang Suizhou was able to return home at this time.

He rode all the way back to the courtyard in his palanquin. He felt parched as he entered the door heavy-headed. Sitting down at the table, Jiang Suizhou asked Meng Qianshan to pour him tea.

Meng Qianshan noticed his pallor, so he quickly brought the teacup into Jiang Suizhou's hand. He bowed and asked, "How are you, Your Highness? Shall I send someone to call the doctor to check your pulse?”

Jiang Suizhou waved his hand and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse and was a bit breathless. "No need."

He felt dizzy and exhausted at the moment. Instead of asking the doctor to toil until midnight, he should just rest earlier.

Meng Qianshan complied uneasily and retreated to the side.

Jiang Suizhou took a few sips of tea, moistened his throat, and felt much better.

He put the cup back on the table and was about to get up to wash, when he saw an envelope on the table.

It looked beautiful and exquisite, like a love letter from a girl to her crush.

Jiang Suizhou couldn't help but be a little curious. "Who sent this letter?"

Meng Qianshan had brought this letter to Huo Wujiu today, so he knew the content of the letter. Once Jiang Suizhou asked, it was as if Meng Qianshan had found a place to complain, so he quickly stepped forward and cut in, "Your Highness, it's from Mrs. Chen, Lord Chen Ti’s wife!"

Chen Ti?

Jiang Suizhou frowned.

Although he was only a fifth-rank official, he was a distant relative of Pang Shao's. He was not much else, but was an expert at toadying for personal gain. He was the best at kissing Pang Shao's ass, so he was making a good living in the capital.