BXBX NOVEL Chapter 10.2
Chapter 10.2
His Highness used to hate Madam Huo because he hasn’t seen Madam Hou’s face yet.
Now that His Highness and Madam Huo spent the night, his attitude changed this morning. Faced with such ardent love, the disgust of before naturally did not count…
Meng Qianshan jogged all the way and followed behind Jiang Suizhou.
Not only was this courtyard on low terrain, but all the used water from the residence was also dumped here. As soon as Jiang Suizhou entered the yard, he felt damp and cold. Even the wind blowing on his body was several degrees lower.
…Truth be told, this sickly body is just too sensitive.
He went straight to the room in the middle but found no one in the corridor.
Before he could speak, Meng Qianshan beat him to it. He raised his voice and said, “Where have all the people in this courtyard gone?”
A few moments later, two maids scurried out from the side room, looking like they had already hit the sack.
As soon as they saw them, both showed surprise and fear on their faces. They quickly stepped forward and knelt down in front of Jiang Suizhou: “…Your Highness!”
Jiang Suizhou’s brow furrowed.
Although he was still unaccustomed to the ancient concept of masters and servants, he knew that one should do their job when paid wages. On top of that, one shouldn’t bully their employer.
They were obviously bullying Huo Wujiu.
Beside him, Meng Qianshan caught a glimpse of his reaction and sternly rebuked, “Why is there not even a night watch at the door? So, did you just leave your master to sleep like this? Did you come here to serve the Madam or to be the master yourself?”
The two maids did not dare to raise their heads at all, kowtowing one after the other to admit their mistakes.
Jiang Suizhou raised his hand and rubbed his temples.
It was apparent that the original owner’s death in the unofficial history was not only because of his own actions, but also because everyone in his house, from top to bottom, flattered the superior and trampled on the lowly. He insistently formed a deep-rooted enmity with Huo Wujiu that solidified his end.
He waved his hand and said indifferently, “Handle it.” Then he turned and went into the room.
Meng Qianshan agreed and ordered, “Men, drag them both away and give them a beating. Tomorrow, send them back to the slave trader along with their deeds of sale and sell them wherever!”
The two maids cried for mercy but were dragged far away.
However, Jiang Suizhou couldn’t care less about them.
As soon as he entered the room, he choked and coughed violently.
There was dust everywhere, filling the air. After just one breath, Jiang Suizhou felt like his fragile lungs had been hit hard. He was coughing so hard that he couldn’t distinguish between the north and the south, and tears welled up in his eyes.
The servants who followed behind were terrified. They entered in a flurry, helping to pour tea. But there wasn’t even a place to sit in the room, and the pot on the table only contained half a pot of cold water.
Everyone rushed around. Amidst the chaos, Jiang Suizhou vaguely heard the sound of a wheelchair, low and mute, which was instantly drowned in the sound of people.
Someone helped him to sit at the side. After coughing for a long time, he downed the hot tea that people had taken the trouble to find, suppressed it, and barely stopped coughing.
Only then did he open his teary eyes and saw Huo Wujiu, who was sitting diagonally in front of Jiang Suizhou looking suspiciously at him.
His dark eyes were like whirlpools.
Jiang Suizhou involuntarily coughed a few more times, and the physiological tears in his eyes fell in response.
As the tears fell, Jiang Suizhou also closely beheld Huo Wujiu.
He wasn’t sure if it was his illusion, but Huo Wujiu’s dark eyes seemed to be covered in a layer of fog.
But the next moment, those eyes moved away and did not look at him again.
Jiang Suizhou was naturally unaware of how pitiful he appeared in the eyes of others.
A cold and beautiful sickly man with reddened eyes, teary eyelashes, and a heavy cloak wrapped around him; when someone took in his tearful appearance, why did he feel like he was somewhat inviting a ravaging?
Jiang Suizhou was completely oblivious. When he finished coughing, he gathered the cloak that Meng Qianshan had just wrapped around him, sat up straight and said indifferently, “Meng Qianshan, is this the arrangement you said you had made?”
The cough sobered him up. He knew that he had to shift the blame first, so that he could logically take charge and give Huo Wujiu a new residence.
Hearing this, Meng Qianshan trembled and guiltily pleaded, “It’s all my negligence – it’s all my negligence! Tomorrow…um, no, immediately! I’ll immediately let people tidy up another courtyard and have Madam Huo move there!”
Jiang Suizhou gave a hum of approval and took another sip of tea.
He thought to himself; it would be best if Huo Wujiu was moved closer to him. After all, he had just taken the advice of those two minions and had to frequent Huo Wujiu’s place in the coming days…
He drank his tea with a start.
Didn’t the Anyin Hall where he lived have a lot of spare rooms?
Not only could he see Huo Wujiu daily and prevent others from secretly bullying him, but he would also have a way to sneak back to sleep in his own room. Once this reached the Emperor and Pang Shao’s ears, his goal would be achieved…What better way to have the best of both worlds than this?!
Jiang Suizhou’s eyes all but lit up.
He put down his teacup and spoke gently.
“There’s no need to clean up another courtyard,” he instructed, “Move him directly to my place.”
For a spell, the servants around him froze when they heard this command.
But Jiang Suizhou remained motionless.
Anyway, as the head of his own house, he needn’t explain his decisions to them. He just needed to pretend to be unpredictable.
However…
He noticed under the dim light that Huo Wujiu’s face looked somewhat abnormal.
He wasn’t even listening to what Jiang Suizhou was saying. One of his arms was resting on the armrest of his wheelchair, while the other hand was laboriously supporting his drooping head.
…Was he sick?