Chapter 14.2

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?

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