Chapter 12.2

There was no emperor or Pang Shao, no torched-eyed servants, and no Huo Wujiu. He felt that the air in the Ministry of Rites was very fresh.

So much so that he was in a very good mood. When it was time to leave, he stopped to exchange pleasantries with Ji You when passing by his table.

“Lord Ji, what are you looking at?” He looked at the book in Ji You’s hand and asked.

Ji You looked up and saw that it was Jiang Suizhou. Ji You smiled and passed the book over to him: “It’s just some unofficial history without basis. It’s just to kill time.”

Jiang Suizhou took the book and flipped through it roughly, and indeed he was right.

Not only was it unofficial history, but it was also extremely boldly written unofficial history. It was almost like a written script with the same surname and name of the former emperor.

Jiang Suizhou flashed a bland smile, handed the book back to Ji You, and said with a smile, “The content is interesting.”

Ji You smiled and raised his eyebrows in surprise: “Is Your Highness also interested in this?”

The literati in this world have always been more sanctimonious. History books written in biographical style were orthodox, so privately compiled history like this with flourishing imagination was for the commoner’s amusement. The ordinary literati and aristocrats scorned them.

Jiang Suizhou shook his head.

He muttered inwardly: Of course I’m not interested in unofficial history, but you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you. I’m standing here and talking to you because I’m currently suffering for looking down on unofficial history.

…Of course, you yourself may be living in unofficial history.

These kinds of words could only be said to himself and naturally couldn’t be voiced out. Jiang Suizhou smiled gently and said, “I’m not interested. But history books are always written by people, and the later generations will comment on them, so who knows who is telling the truth and who is telling lies?”

He saw Ji You’s eyes light up when he heard his words. His eyes twinkled with a glow of seeing a confidant.

Jiang Suizhou hurriedly nodded to him in farewell, and then turned around and left.

——

Jiang Suizhou thought he couldn’t afford such a high opinion from the Minister. After all, he could say such things, all thanks to a student who pitted him into an unofficial history.

Jiang Suizhou left the Ministry of Rites, got into the carriage, and returned to the King Jing Mansion.

Once he entered Anyin Hall, he saw people coming and going. Meng Qianshan happened to send two tailors out with cloth in their arms. Seeing that Jiang Suizhou had returned home, Meng Qianshan quickly welcomed him.

“Your Highness!” Meng Qianshan approached him grinning from ear to ear. “I’ve already brought Madam Huo here for you, and I’ve just asked the tailors to sew clothes for him. Tomorrow, the craftsman will come. I think his wheelchair is shoddy, so it should be replaced.”

Jiang Suizhou looked at him with some confusion.

…I haven’t said anything yet. Why is this kid so enthusiastic about Huo Wujiu?

But Meng Qianshan’s eyes sparkled at him, as if waiting for his praise.

Jiang Suizhou paused: “…Hmm, not bad.”

Meng Qianshan was instantly happy.

Jiang Suizhou felt blindsided by his silliness. He turned around and walked towards his room.

He walked at a relaxed pace as he tugged off his cloak that was in the way. Just as he stepped into the threshold, he suddenly remembered something. He was about to turn around to ask which room Huo Wujiu had been assigned to, when the man himself entered into his vision.

The man was sitting in a wheelchair surrounded by elegance and luxury, which made him seem particularly out of place.

Jiang Suizhou stopped undressing.

…Huo Wujiu.　　

How could Huo Wujiu be in his room?!

He froze in place, and after a moment, abruptly turned around and stormed off.

He bumped into an ambiguous and joyful Meng Qianshan. His face was brimming with reserved smiles, waiting for his compliments.　　

Jiang Suizhou gritted his teeth.

…Praise you? I wish I could beat you up.

“Master?” Seeing Jiang Suizhou staring at him, Meng Qianshan smiled, waiting for him to speak.

Jiang Suizhou paused for a moment and whispered, “…Is this what you arranged?”

Meng Qianshan froze, and then it dawned on him.

“Ah, yes! Look at me, I forgot. Madam Huo came here, but there is no one to serve him yet!” He said. “I expelled the two maids from the mansion who were originally arranged for him. Currently, there’s only a young manservant left, but he seems to be honest. Your Highness, you see…”

Meng Qianshan halted there, waiting for Jiang Suizhou’s instructions.

Jiang Suizhou was livid.

Who asked you this! I am asking you why Huo Wujiu is living in my room!

Is it possible that no other place is habitable in such a huge courtyard?!

When the words reached his mouth, he moved his lips, but no words came out.

The door was wide open, and Huo Wujiu was inside, so he could definitely hear whatever he would say.

If Jiang Suizhou brought him here and then kicked him out, wouldn’t he offend him again?

…I originally made this decision thinking that it could reduce the difficulty a little, but I didn’t expect this foolish Meng Qianshan to lift it to a hellish level.

Jiang Suizhou gritted his teeth, glared fiercely at Meng Qianshan, and swallowed the words at the edge of his mouth.

“There’s one left?” He picked up where Meng Qianshan left off and said, “Where is he? I want to go see him.”

Meng Qianshan smiled and hurriedly led him down the steps.

The people in the courtyard were busy, and the manservant was moving things with others. Beads of sweat reflecting the light in the sun dripped down his forehead from over exertion.

When he saw Jiang Suizhou coming, he hurriedly put down his things and bowed to him.

Jiang Suizhou stopped in his tracks and remembered something else.

He surmised that the reason Huo Wujiu was able to escape from here after three years was definitely because an insider was coordinating with the outside. However, the original owner would have never provided him with this opportunity, which was why it dragged on for three full years.

But…what if Jiang Suizhou helped him?

Wouldn’t that be a big favor to him and save himself from having to deal with Pang Shao’s group for another two years?

He pondered for a moment and said to the young manservant, “Come with me.”

This was to give him some private instructions.

The manservant hurriedly followed, and Meng Qianshan had the good sense to stay where he was.

Unbeknownst to everyone, a pair of pitch-black eyes fell on Jiang Suizhou’s back through the gap in the window pane.

He watched as Jiang Suizhou sought out his sidekick and took him to the side to talk alone.

As a King, what could he say to a young manservant?

It was definitely to ask him to do something. Huo Wujiu was well aware that the servant, apart from spying on him, couldn’t do anything else.

Why exactly did he suddenly move him to his residence?…The answer seemed self-explanatory.

He was in the most heavily guarded place in the King’s residence.

As for why he was living in the main house…the look of surprise in King Jing’s eyes alone when he came in just now told him that his men had made the wrong arrangements.

Huo Wujiu prided himself on his calmness, never letting petty gains affect his reason, let alone losing judgment because his opponent was showing him a bit of goodwill.

His face was expressionless and his gaze cold and bland, as he quietly watched the man’s every move outside the window.

He rested his hand on his wheelchair, and his fingertips tapped on the armrest twice with some annoyance.

Join our Discord server for the latest news and announcement.