Jiang Suzhou involuntarily took half a step back, and the red veil fluttered to the ground.
He could feel his heart beating wildly in shock, and even the blood vessels in his ears were pulsating with it.
… It was just a glance.
His eyebrows were sharp and low, making his gaze appear particularly cold and ruthless, with a bit of undisguised murderous intent and ruthlessness.
In a daze, Jiang Suzhou felt like he was looking at a dying beast. Although the man was crawling in front of him, it seemed like he would pounce at any moment, bite his throat, and die together with him.
The air was filled with the scent of blood mixed with the sweet fragrance of the red candles, and a bit of the cold, rotten smell of the prison cell.
Now, he didn't need to ask to know who this person was.
… Wasn't this the War God of Daliang who had been beaten into a cripple by the empress of Nanjing? Three years later, his head would be cut off and hung to dry on the city walls?
Jiang Suzhou pursed his lips. He suddenly wanted to apologize to his student.
Let him go back. Please, he wants to go.
Jiang Suzhou froze in place. Meng Qianshan, who was beside him, was about to go crazy.
What was the prince doing?! He lifted the veil, then threw it away. Now, he didn't say a word, only coldly staring at the man.
Meng Qianshan cautiously glanced at Huo Wujiu.
He had heard that Marquis Dingbei's only son was a rare young hero. Now, it seemed that it was true. After the emperor captured him, he was imprisoned in the palace's dungeon. Those who were imprisoned there would be tortured to death in less than three days.
And this Madam Huo had been there for more than a month.
His lips were abnormally pale, and there were bruises on the corners of his lips. There were also some dried bloodstains on them. Needless to say, he was really good-looking. His facial features were deep, and he had a fierce and flamboyant air about him. He looked like a strategist general. Even though he was injured, he didn't look disheveled. Instead, he gave off a sense of decadent fragility.
Under the wedding dress, one could still see clear scars. The tip of the iceberg could be seen at the collar, staining the fiery red robe with an inconspicuous dark red.
Even though Meng Qianshan knew that Mrs. Huo was siding with his master, he couldn't help but feel pity for her.
He decided to take a risk and smooth things over.
With this thought in mind, Meng Qianshan carefully bowed and brought the wedding wine for Jiang Suizhou.
"Your Highness." He bowed at the side of Jiang Suzhou.
Jiang Suzhou glanced sideways and saw two golden cups of wine on the tray in Meng Qianshan's hands.
He did need to calm down.
Thus, he picked up one of the cups, raised his head, and drank all the wine in the cup.
Meng Qianshan's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Sigh! Your Highness! Wedding wine, that's wedding wine!
Meng Qianshan looked at Jiang Suzhou in panic, then looked at Huo Wujiu.
One of them was as indifferent as a statue, while the other was as cold and arrogant as the King of Hell. The words that were about to come out of his mouth were forced back into his throat.
At this moment, he saw his master turn around and put the golden cup back on the tray.
"Leave," he said.
Meng Qianshan was stunned. "This, master …"
He saw his master glance at him indifferently. The flickering candlelight shone on the small mole at the corner of his eye.
"All of you, leave."
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After drinking a cup of wine, Jiang Suzhou finally calmed down.
At this point, he was completely certain that he had transmigrated into the unofficial history described in the student's thesis and became the unlucky prince who married Huo Wujiu.
After confirming this, he calmed down.
After all, the person he had transmigrated into would die early no matter what. Being killed by Huo Wujiu was actually a good thing for him.
After all, diseases could not be controlled, but relationships between people could be changed.
Huo Wujiu's image in history could be considered to be upright and honorable. He was the one who conquered the world, but the throne was his uncle's. After his uncle died, the one who inherited the throne was his uncle's son, but he led the army back to Yangguan alone and guarded there for the rest of his life.
No matter what, he was a loyal person. If he did not humiliate him and respected him, he probably would not kill him after three years.
But …
He looked at Huo Wujiu.
His current identity was the prince of Nanjing, and Huo Wujiu in front of him was an enemy and a traitor.
If he were to deliberately show goodwill from the start, it would definitely arouse suspicion, and it would be counterproductive.
So …
Jiang Suzhou slowly took a breath and said coldly.
"Your whole body reeks of blood. It's disgusting," he said with a sneer.
Although he did not have a happy family since he was young, his upbringing was quite strict. Therefore, he had been polite since he was young and had never said such words to anyone.
Therefore, when he spoke, he was somewhat awkward and lacked confidence.
Fortunately, his voice was cold and had a condescending arrogance, so he could barely cover it up and scare people.
Huo Wujiu did not respond to his words.
He lowered his eyes and glanced indifferently at the red veil on the ground.
It was extremely cold and carried an innate arrogance. He clearly looked like he was waiting to be punished, but his imposing manner made people not dare to approach him.
Jiang Suzhou steadied his mind and continued to speak.
"You were just dragged out of prison and sent to this prince? Imperial Brother, do you think this prince is unrestrained? Do you think this prince can still eat? "
He tried his best to say some harsh words, but when the words came out, it was so awkward that his back trembled a little.
Huo Wujiu's gaze moved away from the red veil on the ground and lightly swept across Jiang Suzhou.
He saw that person standing in the light with a straight back and a cold gaze. His fox-like eyes, which were raised at the ends, were glittering under the red candlelight. His red clothes made the small red mole at the end of his eye look even more bewitching.
His tone was quite fierce, but it was awkward. There was even a hint of apology and shame in his voice, as if he had never been fierce to anyone before.
He had fought with Nan Jing many times and had naturally heard of His Highness, Prince Jing.
He was a sickly man, the son of a demoness who brought disaster to the country. He was full of evil tricks and was definitely not a good person.
Prince Jing was sinister and vicious. He had long been notorious. As early as when he was twelve or thirteen years old and was still a prince, there were always corpses being dragged out of his palace, and they did not look good.After he suddenly became gay, many of the male pets in his harem were played to death by him. Now, there were not many left alive.
But now it seemed …
It was an exaggeration.
On the other side, Jiang Suzhou was only focused on considering his own words and did not notice Huo Wujiu's fleeting glance.
He paused for a moment, then continued.
"Find a doctor tomorrow to take a look at you. Even if you have to die, don't die in front of me." As he said this, he turned around. "From now on, behave yourself and don't make trouble for this prince."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Suzhou quietly let out a sigh of relief.
… This should be fierce enough, right?
He had to maintain his fierceness towards the enemy without actually hurting him. He also had to find a reason to treat his injuries.
It was really difficult.
Naturally, he wanted to treat Huo Wujiu's injuries tonight.
After all, he had just been released from prison. The future emperor would definitely not give him a doctor. Although a superficial wound was not fatal, it was not easy to delay treatment. Moreover, Jiang Suzhou was a modern person who had never seen a bloody scene. Even if he smelled the blood on Huo Wujiu's body, he was still a bit scared.
But he knew that he could not.
As the only prince in the imperial court, he was not clear about the kind of people in his residence. This was also the reason why he had ordered everyone to leave just now.
As soon as the enemy was sent in, it was naturally unreasonable for him to rush to treat the other party's injuries. But if the two of them were alone for a night, then the reason to invite a doctor for the other party tomorrow was enough.
So …
Jiang Suzhou looked around without leaving a trace.
This was the hall in the residence that was specially used for wedding ceremonies. Other than the red-painted bed with gold edges, there was only a small couch left to lie on.
There was no other place to sleep.
The couch was exquisite and unique. The four corners were carved, and the width was no more than two meters. Compared to furniture, it was more like an ornament.
Jiang Suzhou's eyes revealed a look of resignation.
He knew that he could only stay on this couch for the night.
Before he left, he did not forget to turn around and look coldly at Huo Wujiu.
"Go lie on the bed by yourself. Stay away from me. Don't let the smell of your blood get to me," he said.
He did not know that his arrogant and condescending look, coupled with his overly delicate face, was somewhat seductive under the flickering red candlelight.
After saying this, Jiang Suzhou turned around and went straight to the couch to lie down.
He was going to make do with it for the night.
He faced the wall and did not notice that after he lay down, Huo Wujiu's gaze fell on his back.
The cold scrutiny was as cold as a blade buried in the ice and snow of the Sun Pass.
After a moment, Huo Wujiu withdrew his gaze.
He lowered his eyes and slowly turned his left hand, which had been resting on his knee, over and opened his palm.
That hand was stained with blood. Under the flickering red candlelight, what was held in his palm was a piece of wood as sharp as a blade.
On the way here, he had forcibly broken it from the inner wall of the bridal sedan chair.
Originally, this piece of wood should have been used to cut Prince Jing's throat at any opportunity.
But …
He glanced indifferently at Jiang Suzhou's back.
Just a moment ago, when he was about to kill Prince Jing, he met his eyes.
Bright and clean, but also very flustered, as if he had scared him.
Huo Wujiu closed his eyes.
The piece of wood had clearly been clenched into his flesh, but at that moment, he could not bring himself to do it.
He did not seem to have a hobby of bullying the weak.
After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes. His hands supported himself on both sides of the wheelchair. With a little force, he moved himself from the wheelchair to the bed.
All the pain in his body was triggered, causing his muscles to tremble uncontrollably. However, he didn't seem to notice it at all. With a slight movement of his hand, he hid the blood-stained piece of wood under the bed with the slight rustling of the cloth as he moved.
His gaze swept over Jiang Suzhou and saw that he did not seem to be lying comfortably. His back was stiff, as if he was forcing himself to sleep.
… Hiss.
Huo Wujiu calmly withdrew his gaze.