Meng Qianshan saw Jiang Suizhou's cold face, but remained silent, so he
took a step forward and said sharply, "Miss Tao Zhi, what majesty you
have! Do you still remember that Madam Huo is the master? Seeing you
like this, it seems that you regard yourself as the master!"
Tao Zhi tremblingly kowtowed one after another and hastily resorted to
sophistry, "Your Highness, this servant hasn't! I-It's the manservant,
pushing Madam's wheelchair! He pushed the wheelchair and bumped into
me, so I accidentally spilled the soup on Madam…"
"Am I blind?"
Jiang Suizhou scowled and interrupted her.
Tao Zhi shivered in terror. She kowtowed and knelt on the ground, not
daring to raise her head.
Jiang Suizhou withdrew his gaze and said indifferently, "Meng Qianshan."
Meng Qianshan immediately understood, and said: "Are you still going to
keep her here to obstruct His Highness's eyes? Drag her out!"
Immediately, two servants from the corridor came forward and dragged Tao
Zhi away.
Jiang Suizhou knew that Meng Qianshan would handle it for him. He
massaged his brow and walked to Huo Wujiu.
Huo Wujiu's legs were wet, and the soup bowl next to him was still
steaming.
Being splashed with a bowl of soup was extremely humiliating. What was
more, the maid splashed it deliberately on Huo Wujiu's leg, which was like
sprinkling a handful of salt on someone's wound.
Looking at him sitting in a wheelchair without saying a word, Jiang
Suizhou inexplicably felt choked up.
He struggled to withdraw his gaze.
He had let the man suffer here, so he definitely couldn't do nothing.
Nonetheless, as a proud and cold King, he couldn't just apologize to him
either.
Jiang Suizhou had a headache.
He paused and said, "Go, first push the Madam to the back to change into a
clean robe."
He needed to organize his thoughts.
Sun Yuan immediately responded, pushing the wheelchair behind the screen
in the inner room.
Jiang Suizhou sat down at the table, raised his hand and rubbed his
forehead.
He was planning to stay quiet when he saw Sun Yuan, who had just gone
behind the screen, coming back alone again.
Jiang Suizhou raised his eyes: "What's the matter?"
Sun Yuan stood there empty-handed and at a loss: "Madam said, there is no
need for a servant."
Jiang Suizhou's gaze involuntarily fell on the screen.
He could vaguely see a seated figure through the screen.
He paused, grunted in reply, and said nothing more.
For some reason, he could clearly understand Huo Wujiu's mood at this
time. Because he has studied history for nearly a decade, and wrote several
papers on Huo Wujiu alone, he knew that Huo Wujiu didn't need anyone.
Even if Huo Wujiu was crippled, he did not need others to take care of him
as one would a disabled person. He was a falcon born in the sandstorms of
Yangguan, with an irrepressible vitality, and was especially independent and
proud.
He wasn't so easy to kill, but it was even harder to keep him in a cage and
serve him feasts of delectable dishes every day.
He didn't need these either.
Jiang Suizhou pondered. He was supposed to think about his wording and
countermeasures for a while, but his mind drifted away uncontrollably.
The room was quiet, except for the faint sound of clothes rustling and the
sound of the wheelchair shifting behind the screen.
Not long after, Huo Wujiu changed into a clean robe and emerged from
behind the screen while steering his wheelchair.
Sun Yuan hurriedly went forward to push his wheelchair for him.
Huo Wujiu had no clothes to change into here, and none of the several
masters in the mansion had such a tall figure as he did. He was now
wearing a makeshift rough top and trousers worn by servants.
Jiang Suizhou raised his eyes to look at him.
This man was handsome and a walking mannequin. It was obviously just
gray, coarse clothes, but on him, it exuded a warrior's aura.
Sun Yuan quickly pushed Huo Wujiu's wheelchair to the table. Jiang
Suizhou picked up the chopsticks and stole a glance at Huo Wujiu.
He remembered that Huo Wujiu still had injuries on his legs. Although they
were on his calves, they were also likely splashed by the hot soup.
But looking at Huo Wugou's silent demeanor, Jiang Suizhou lost his
confidence.
If nothing was wrong with him, it would be inappropriate to call for a
doctor rashly. However, he knew that Huo Wujiu was particularly
forbearing. Whether he was truly scalded or not, Jiang Suizhou was not
quite sure…
With that in mind, he couldn't help but peek at Huo Wujiu a few more
times.
But at that moment, Huo Wujiu raised his eyes at him, catching his sneaky
gaze with precision.
Jiang Suizhou averted his eyes in an attempt to cover up, but unwittingly
exposed himself. Huo Wujiu, on the other hand, remained poker-faced,
quietly looking straight at him, seemingly waiting for him to speak.
…I was caught red-handed. There's no hiding it.
Jiang Suizhou cleared his throat, and while chucking vegetables, he spoke
faintly, "Were your bandages soaked?"
"No," Huo Wujiu replied.
His voice was quite low and nice, diffused in the night, like a mellow
liquor.
Jiang Suizhou gave a faint grunt.
"That person has taken things too far and won't reappear here in the future,"
he informed.
Huo Wugou didn't make a sound.
Jiang Suizhou also did not expect him to respond to him and only signaled
Meng Qianshan.
Meng Qianshan quickly nodded and bowed: "Don't worry, Master! There
will be no more next time!"
Jiang Suizhou gave an "Hmm" and said no more.
He thought to himself that he should show a guilty stance because of
today's incident, and then slowly change his attitude towards him.
As for the people in the room, there was no need to worry. After today's
incident, no one would dare to neglect Huo Wujiu again.
He knew that Huo Wujiu didn't need this kind of care, but he needed to use
this to shine a light on his attitude – at least let Huo Wujiu know that
although he didn't like him, Jiang Suizhou had no intention of targeting
him.
The meal was extremely silent.
When the meal was finished, the maids took the dishes off the table and
went to the inner room to clean up.
The books that His Highness read at night and the beds that the masters
slept on must be properly organized.
Jiang Suizhou sat by, holding a book in his hand and watching Meng
Qianshan lead the servants to the bedroom to tidy up.
His gaze was a little stiff.
Today, he was too comfortable being alone in the study, so he accidentally
forgot about this important matter.
His gaze fell on Huo Wujiu who was beside him, and lowered his eyes
heavily, looking at the book in his hand.
…If Huo Wujiu sleeps in my bedroom, where am I going to sleep?
After the servants cleaned up the bedroom and waited for Jiang Suizhou to
wash up and change into his sleeping attire, they were all driven out by
Jiang Suizhou.
"No need to wait here." Jiang Suizhou lounged on the couch, holding a
book in one hand, and coldly instructed, "I will read a book and rest on my
own later."
Hearing his orders, Meng Qianshan looked at the cold and arrogant Jiang
Suizhou. He then glanced at the inner room.
Madam Huo was washing and cleaning up alone there.
Meng Qianshan replied with a meaningful glance and led everyone to
retreat.
No servant was left in the room, and before leaving, Meng Qianshan also
thoughtfully closed the door for Jiang Suizhou.
Everyone withdrew, and in a blink, the large room was dead silent, with
only the sound of splashing water in the inner room.
There was no one else.
Jiang Suizhou let out a sigh of relief. He relaxingly put the book down, and
slumped onto the couch.
It was too sad. Jiang Suizhou thought he would only use the couch for one
night, but he did not expect that he would not have the opportunity to sleep
on a bed again after transmigrating.
He inwardly formulated a plan.
He must improve Huo Wujiu's impression of him and earn his trust as soon
as possible, and then find an opportunity to quickly expel him from his
room.
But until then…he couldn't escape the fate of sleeping on the couch.
After calming down on the couch for a while, Jiang Suizhou resignedly
picked up the book and sat up straight again.
He held the book in one hand, but could not register the contents. After
reading two lines, he involuntarily lowered his head and patted the couch
beneath him.
Hmm…Fortunately, the couch in my room feels quite comfortable.
With that in mind, he propped himself up on the couch again with one hand
and looked behind him.
It was quite wide and around a meter and a half. He was sure he could use it
for naps during the day. There were several pillows that looked pretty solid
against the backrest, so he didn't know whether they were soft or not.
Jiang Suizhou leaned forward, grabbed one in his hand, and squeezed it a
few times.
Eh, quite soft.
Jiang Suizhou grew up with no worries about food and clothing, and never
thought he would one day be happy to have a couch to sleep on with
comfortable pillows for him to use.
…In fact, I wasn't able to sleep soundly on the first two days, so sitting on
this couch is somewhat of a stress reliever.
The corners of Jiang Suizhou's mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile at
the soft touch in his hand, then he squeezed the pillow some more.
Suddenly, a creak sounded.
Jiang Suizhou was caught off guard. He was startled and turned his head on
instinct.
He realized that Huo Wujiu emerged from the inner room at some point,
and was sitting at the door of the inner room. His pair of pitch-black eyes
locked quietly on Jiang Suizhou.
The creak came from his wheelchair.
Jiang Suizhou tossed the pillow away.
…I was too relaxed just now and forgot for a moment that there was
another person in the room!
Jiang Suizhou was suddenly at a loss for words. He grabbed his book in one
hand and hurriedly sat up straight. But behind him, the original neatly
stacked pillows had been tossed around, and a quick glance revealed what
he had just done.
Jiang Suizhou was so embarrassed that his scalp began to tingle.
But fortunately, Huo Wujiu was still indifferent to him.
Huo Wujiu's eyes didn't linger on Jiang Suizhou for long. Huo Wujiu didn't
care about what he did in the slightest. He only swept a faint glance over
him, then turned his eyes away and steered his wheelchair out.
Jiang Suizhou suddenly felt grateful for his perpetual indifference.
Jiang Suizhou cleared his throat and propped one hand on his forehead,
posing as if nothing had happened while blocking the expression in his
eyes.
His eyes were dead set on his book, and he spoke coldly, "Go to bed."
After saying that, he never looked up again.
Although he put on the appearance of concentrating on his book, Jiang
Suizhou's ears were a hundred percent on alert, tuning in to Huo Wujiu's
movements.
He heard Huo Wujiu swing his wheelchair to the side of the bed and
listened to him slowly crawl into bed. Then, Huo Wujiu laid down quietly
and did not make another sound.
Jiang Suizhou heaved a sigh of relief.
He thought inwardly: As long as Huo Wujiu doesn't mention it, what do I
have to be embarrassed about? I'm not embarrassed.
But this brainwashing was futile. Afterward, for most of the hour, he could
not register a single word of the book in his hand and kept replaying what
just happened.
Huo Wujiu probably didn't see the way he squeezed his pillow like a fool,
right? The sound Jiang Suizhou heard just now was the rattling of the
wheelchair, which meant that Huo Wujiu just came out at that time and did
not necessarily see what he was doing…
Jiang Suizhou's was having a war deep inside, wishing his stare could dig a
hole in his book. He was oblivious to the light glance that Huo Wujiu, who
was lying on the bed, gave him.
When Jiang Suizhou lowered his head and covered his face in mortification,
all this fell into Huo Wujiu's eyes.
A rabbit in a fox's skin accidentally revealed his short little tail.
The corner of Huo Wujiu's lips twitched.