After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Chapter 68

After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 68

Although Jiang Suizhou looked like he was reading a book, his eyes were sneaking peeks at Huo Wujiu.

He knew that Huo Wujiu was the kind of man who wouldn't say anything even if he was dying of pain, so Jiang Suizhou would probably have to wait a lifetime for Huo Wujiu to take the initiative to say he was hurt.

However, Jiang Suizhou also knew that even if Huo Wujiu was in severe pain, he was helpless and could do nothing but nailbite.

But he just couldn't help it. He wanted to know Wujiu's condition at all times.

Jiang Suizhou saw Huo Wujiu sitting on the bed, as silent as a grave. His eyes were closed, as if he were refreshing his spirit by closing his eyes.

However, his lips were white; his face was unsightly, and his eyebrows were very tight.

Jiang Suizhou also felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

He seemed to be particularly reluctant to see others endure pain by themselves.

A moment later, Jiang Suizhou hesitated before speaking with uncertainty, "Would you like to read a book?"

Huo Wujiu opened his eyes and looked at him.

He heard Jiang Suizhou seriously say, "It's more or less a distraction."

He was partly sincere. He didn't like to watch TV and play video games since he was a child, and had always felt that the noise was bothersome. His family was in chaos, and there were so many messy things that he loved to hide in his study. Although they were rather obscure books read by adults, they could make him concentrate on them and unconsciously kill time.

However, Huo Wujiu was sizing him up for a moment, without speaking.

Huo Wujiu didn't know Jiang Suizhou's experiences and thoughts. He only knew that he would get a headache from reading since childhood, and that hadn't changed now.

For him, what was even more cruel was that he was now unable to move and could only read books to pass his days, like a bandit being forced to recite scriptures.

However, when he heard Jiang Suizhou's proposal, he didn't feel bothered.

Somehow, not even when Jiang Suizhou looked at him; he was expressionless, but looked like a gentleman.

Huo Wujiu had hated gentlemen since he was a child.

However, Jiang Suizhou's appearance looked surprisingly pleasing to the eye, as if he wasn’t be a high and mighty Prince, flaunting his powers, but a teacher covered in ink.

If he had been a teacher...

He probably wouldn't be the kind who would hold a ruler and force his students to read. The moment he took a seat and looked at people quietly, people would have an impulse to listen to him.

Huo Wujiu didn't recover his senses for a while.

Jiang Suizhou asked in confusion, "Huo Wujiu?"

When Huo Wujiu returned to his senses, Jiang Suizhou said, "Shall I ask Meng Qianshan to bring you a copy?"

Huo Wujiu paused, feeling that he had been bewitched just now.

Would he read or not? He was usually forced to suffer from this kind of mental torture purely because he had nothing to do. He was numb with pain now. It was hard for him to speak, so he'd better not make himself unhappy.

"No need," Huo Wujiu said faintly, and then closed his eyes again.

He had constantly sustained injuries, big and small. Every time the pain was unbearable, he would recite the spiritual calming mantra that his martial arts master had taught to him, and it was quite effective. He had been chanting just that. Although it didn't really alleviate anything, it could purge the disquiet in his heart and improve his endurance to some extent.

Unbeknownst to him, Jiang Suizhou got the wrong idea.

He only thought that Huo Wujiu's momentary daze was due to the pain in his legs. On second thought, he had to endure both severe pain and presumably all the flowers in front of him, so he had even less energy to spare on reading a book quietly.

An extremely immature impulse suddenly sprouted inside Jiang Suizhou's heart.

He blurted out, "How about...how about I read to you?"

Only after saying this did he suddenly come back to his senses.

What am I doing!

Am I trying to read a story to the War God Huo?!

Jiang Suizhou was shocked by this realization. He looked at Huo Wujiu somewhat hastily, waiting for the latter to say something in refusal so that he could take the opportunity to retract what he had just offered.

But he saw Huo Wujiu reopen his eyes and look at him quietly.

Huo Wujiu said nothing.

Jiang Suizhou stared at him for a moment and spoke somewhat stutteringly.

"Th-Then, shall I start?"

Jiang Suizhou was holding a travelogue in his hand.

He had read a lot of ancient official history books. On the contrary, most of these folklores were lost in later generations, and many were compiled and distorted, mixed with unofficial history. So after transmigrating, Jiang Suizhou got interested in these 'leisure books'. In addition to reading official documents and secret reports sent by his staff, he would read these books to kill time.

He read to Huo Wujiu from where he had left off last time.

Fortunately, he was a teacher by nature. Except for feeling squirmy at first, he gradually immersed himself in what he was reading.

His voice was gentle and soothing. Perhaps it was because his tone had a great impact on his voice, so when he was reading the book, Jiang Suizhou’s voice sounded seemingly clean, making the surrounding atmosphere rather serene.

Meng Qianshan stood nearby with bated breath, tsking deep inside.

He said to himself, My master is really good at chasing someone.

Look-look, he's reading to him. What ordinary person can think of this kind of method? Who else with his identity can do this?

I believe that even if Madam Huo has a heart made of iron, it would be melted by this.

With this in mind, Meng Qianshan couldn't help but look at Madam Huo.

However, he found that Madam Huo was just sitting on the bed with eyes closed and without saying a word. His face was still white, but his frown seemed to have disappeared...

I told you so! I guess it won't be long before I can help Madam Huo to move back into His Highness's room once more!

Meng Qianshan thought this way and could not help but cheer up.

Just then, Madam Huo opened his eyes.

A pair of thick black but transparent eyes coldly looked at him.

Then, Meng Qianshan witnessed as Madam Huo faintly glanced at his master, and after seeing that he was absorbed in reading and not paying attention to his surroundings, he raised his eyes to him again.

Those eyes appeared a few drops colder, and his brow was furrowed with a chill.

Even someone as dull as Meng Qianshan understood Huo Wujiu's point.

That master thought he was in the way and wanted him to get out.

Meng Qianshan was entirely sensible. He bowed silently to this master and hurriedly slipped out.