Huo Wujiu was actually feeling guilty.

He didn’t know why he was guilty, but when Jiang Suizhou was sitting there and he was looking down at the side of his face, he felt a little lost.

… After all, Jiang Suizhou had witnessed him throwing a fit. What was more, if you looked at the surface, he was still in the middle of losing his temper.

He never thought that he would one day be afraid of this.

In the past, unless forced to do so, he had always acted from the heart. People who fought in wars were all rolled out of mud. Their face was the most important thing, not to mention arbitrary behavior on ordinary days. That was the most common thing.

But… he was actually a bit afraid of letting Jiang Suizhou see such a thing.

He didn’t realize that he unconsciously developed a kind of psychology that only male peacocks had. When courting, peacocks would spread out all their tail feathers and present themselves magnificently in front of their sweethearts. They were absolutely unwilling to show the gray tail behind the feathers, not the least bit of that unsightly appearance.

Huo Wujiu just stood there apprehensively.

Jiang Suizhou slowly picked up a few envelopes from the table, read them briefly, and put them back.

He looked up at Huo Wujiu.

“Is this what you told me every day, nothing?” Jiang Suizhou asked.

Huo Wujiu gave a start, and immediately recovered from the chagrin he had just felt.

He opened his mouth but couldn’t string a phrase together at the moment.

After a while, he retorted in a whisper, “It’s not a big deal.”

Jiang Suizhou’s finger tapped on the desk.

“If you hid everything for just a few more days, there would be a murder in the capital.” He said, “By then, the whole world will only say that you, Huo Wujiu, treated the old ministers of the previous dynasty harshly and killed the loyalists indiscriminately. By then, who will you reason out with?”

But Huo Wujiu didn’t care about it: “They can say whatever they want. Let them write it in history books.”

Jiang Suizhou blurted out, “Now way. How can you let historians criticize you like this and leave it for future generations to see?”

His tone was surprisingly serious.

When Huo Wujiu heard this, he looked straight at Jiang Suizhou and discovered that he, who had his head raised, looked flustered.

“I mean, you have to cherish your prestige…”

He explained.

Then Huo Wujiu burst out laughing.

His Highness Jingwang really couldn’t lie. How could this be about cherishing his prestige? It was clear that this infamous Prince was partial to his, Huo Wujiu’s, reputation and loved him to death.

Now that Huo Wujiu gained his favor, his courage also redoubled. He moved forward, then squeezed onto the throne next to Jiang Suizhou and sat down.

Fortunately, the throne was spacious and could accommodate both of them. But even so, they were too close together. Huo Wujiu stretched out his arms and enfolded Jiang Suizhou in his arms.

He slowly exhaled and rested his chin on Jiang Suizhou’s shoulder. When he spoke again, his tone already weakened to something like a compromise.

“I didn’t want you to be bothered by all this.” He said, “It’s just that… I really can’t handle these kinds of issues well.”

“Even if you hide it from me, I can still see it,” Jiang Suizhou warmly said.

“But you’re not healed yet,” Huo Wujiu said.

Jiang Suizhou retorted, “But didn’t I still come out today?”

Huo Wujiu bared his teeth and said fiercely, “So Meng Qianshan should be punished.”

“You’re the one who deserves punishment,” Jiang Suizhou raised his hand without mercy and pinched Huo Wujiu’s forearm.

The muscles of his arm were firm, as hard as a rock. When Jiang Suizhou pinched it hard, his own hand hurt instead.

He retracted his hand in embarrassment and heard Huo Wujiu’s muffled laughter.

Jiang Suizhou’s ears reddened, but he also ignored him. He organized the rolled memorials that Huo Wujiu tossed all over the desk and unraveled them one by one.

“I am much better. I can help you with these things,” Jiang Suizhou said.

This was a fact. Compared with Huo Wujiu, a high-ranking general who could only wield a sword, shoot, fight and kill, as a history teacher who had transmigrated from over a thousand years later, at least he knew all the ministers in the Southern Jing Dynasty like the back of his hand.

He generally knew what kind of temperament they had. It went without saying that he knew who was useful and who was discontented with their lot.

Huo Wujiu, however, disagreed.

“You’re not well enough yet. Don’t fool around,” he said.

Jiang Suizhou turned his face sideways and glanced at him lightly.

Huo Wujiu was dissatisfied. He clicked his tongue fiercely, but did not speak.

After a while, as if venting his anger, he leaned forward and kissed Jiang Suizhou ruthlessly on the lips, and said, “It’s okay for you to work, but I must follow you.”

Jiang Suizhou didn’t refute this.

This was why Huo Wujiu compromised and pushed the books and memorials on the desk in front of Jiang Suizhou.

However, in a spot Jiang Suizhou did not see, he turned around and hid the handwritten letter from Emperor Zhao Yuan.

The candle flame quietly burned, occasionally emitting a spark or two crackling sound. Jiang Suizhou unrolled the memorials accumulated on the desk wholeheartedly, while Huo Wujiu quietly stood aside,just watching him without a word.

In recent days, Huo Wujiu had always hated the imperial study room, yet he forced himself to come, holding back his revulsion.

But this time, he felt that the candle lights in the imperial study room were bright and peaceful, making the room the best place in the world.

The difference was that there was just one more person present.

This man was the greatest miracle of this time.

His eyes were deep and quiet, and he fixedly looked at Jiang Suizhou. However, Jiang Suizhou was completely absorbed, and his eyes locked only on the files in his hand.

After a long time, he put the last memorial back.

“Apart from these, is there something else going on?” He looked up and asked Huo Wujiu.

Huo Wujiu didn’t return to his senses, and it took a long time before he answered, “What?”

Jiang Suizhou repeated patiently.

Huo Wujiu’s eyebrows jumped, but he asked without blinking an eye, “Why are you asking this?”

Jiang Suizhou sighed.

“How can these things alone make you so angry that you lost your temper?” he said.

Huo Wujiu didn’t know how Jiang Suizhou understood him so well. This kind of understanding was naturally quite pleasing to him, but it was a bit annoying when he was trying to hide something.

—— Just a tiny bit.

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