After breakfast, Ah Zhao is presented with a bowl of black and sticky medicine soup.
Ah Zhao: “...”
Lv Zhu says with a smile: “Last night, the general sent for a doctor for you. This is what the doctor prescribed for you, My Lady.”
Ah Zhao’s eyes widen, she says a bit upset: “Do I have to drink it?”
Lv Zhu is almost shaken seeing her like that.
My Lady has fair complexion. She looks like she’s made from snowflakes. Her facial features look rightly beautiful. Whenever she looks at me with her innocent and black eyes, she seems like some kind of harmless animal.
I’ve heard My Lady is over 20 but it doesn’t seem like it!
A cold pair of eyes passes her mind, Lv Zhu shudders and says with curt finality: “Yes!”
Ah Zhao sighs, frustrated. “Okay.”
She doesn’t want the spoon Lv Zhu passes her. Holding the bowl, she empties it at one gulp with her eyes closed and her nose wrinkled.
That’s what Huo Jun sees when he steps into the room.
Everyone else in the room hurries to curtsey at him.
Taking off his coat, he gives it to a maid. Under the coat, he wears a dark green military uniform.
Ah Zhao gazes at him without blinking.
So handsome.
From head to toe, including his every hair, the man in the military uniform is a walking symbol of indifference and asceticism. Wherever he looks, he gives off an intent to kill.
Seeing his wife gaze at him blankly again, Huo Jun’s eyes turn gentle for a split second.
Looking at the bowl in front of her, he asks: “Don't like its bitter taste?”
Ah Zhao nods obediently.
Huo Jun sits by the table and sends someone to fetch her candied fruit.
However, he adds: “You have to get used to it even if you don’t like it. I think you might have to drink a lot of that stuff in the future.”
Ah Zhao pauses. “Why?”
Huo Jun says lightly: “You are not in a good shape.”
Ah Zhao disagrees: “I’ll recover.”
She isn’t bragging but since she isn’t the old Qi Zhao, she won't stay weak like this forever.
“But I don’t want to wait for too long.”
Ah Zhao is confused, not understanding what he means.
Huo Jun looks at her with deep meaning. “My Lady, do you know the duty of a couple?”
Ah Zhao: “...”
Staring at him, she can't imagine someone like him just said that!
Maids in the room all lower their heads. Huo Jun, however, doesn't bat an eyelid. Ah Zhao almost thinks what he said was in her imagination.
“Let’s go and meet someone.” Huo Jun stands up and extends his hand to Ah Zhao.
Ah Zhao hesitates then puts hers into his.
Her hand is as small as she is. Huo Jun can hold her it without trouble.
The General’s Manor is large. They don’t have any servants follow them and walk in the back yard at leisure.
Ah Zhao thinks about it and speaks her mind after all: “General, you know that I’m not the one who was supposed to marry you.”
Though it might not be a good time to mention it, she has to clear things up, the earlier the better.
The grip on her hand tightens.
Huo Jun stops walking and turns to her: “My Lady, are you not happy to marry me?”
What? Ah Zhao is a bit lost as to how the subject suddenly turns to her willingness.
“I mean I’m not supposed to...”
“I just want to know if you are willing to or not.”
[Huo Jun: nothing counts except my girl's opinion.]
After breakfast, Ah Zhao is presented with a bowl of black and sticky medicine soup.
Ah Zhao: “...”
Lv Zhu says with a smile: “Last night, the general sent for a doctor for you. This is what the doctor prescribed for you, My Lady.”
Ah Zhao’s eyes widen, she says a bit upset: “Do I have to drink it?”
Lv Zhu is almost shaken seeing her like that.
My Lady has fair complexion. She looks like she’s made from snowflakes. Her facial features look rightly beautiful. Whenever she looks at me with her innocent and black eyes, she seems like some kind of harmless animal.
I’ve heard My Lady is over 20 but it doesn’t seem like it!
A cold pair of eyes passes her mind, Lv Zhu shudders and says with curt finality: “Yes!”
Ah Zhao sighs, frustrated. “Okay.”
She doesn’t want the spoon Lv Zhu passes her. Holding the bowl, she empties it at one gulp with her eyes closed and her nose wrinkled.
That’s what Huo Jun sees when he steps into the room.
Everyone else in the room hurries to curtsey at him.
Taking off his coat, he gives it to a maid. Under the coat, he wears a dark green military uniform.
Ah Zhao gazes at him without blinking.
So handsome.
From head to toe, including his every hair, the man in the military uniform is a walking symbol of indifference and asceticism. Wherever he looks, he gives off an intent to kill.
Seeing his wife gaze at him blankly again, Huo Jun’s eyes turn gentle for a split second.
Looking at the bowl in front of her, he asks: “Don't like its bitter taste?”
Ah Zhao nods obediently.
Huo Jun sits by the table and sends someone to fetch her candied fruit.
However, he adds: “You have to get used to it even if you don’t like it. I think you might have to drink a lot of that stuff in the future.”
Ah Zhao pauses. “Why?”
Huo Jun says lightly: “You are not in a good shape.”
Ah Zhao disagrees: “I’ll recover.”
She isn’t bragging but since she isn’t the old Qi Zhao, she won't stay weak like this forever.
“But I don’t want to wait for too long.”
Ah Zhao is confused, not understanding what he means.
Huo Jun looks at her with deep meaning. “My Lady, do you know the duty of a couple?”
Ah Zhao: “...”
Staring at him, she can't imagine someone like him just said that!
Maids in the room all lower their heads. Huo Jun, however, doesn't bat an eyelid. Ah Zhao almost thinks what he said was in her imagination.
“Let’s go and meet someone.” Huo Jun stands up and extends his hand to Ah Zhao.
Ah Zhao hesitates then puts hers into his.
Her hand is as small as she is. Huo Jun can hold her it without trouble.
The General’s Manor is large. They don’t have any servants follow them and walk in the back yard at leisure.
Ah Zhao thinks about it and speaks her mind after all: “General, you know that I’m not the one who was supposed to marry you.”
Though it might not be a good time to mention it, she has to clear things up, the earlier the better.
The grip on her hand tightens.
Huo Jun stops walking and turns to her: “My Lady, are you not happy to marry me?”
What? Ah Zhao is a bit lost as to how the subject suddenly turns to her willingness.
“I mean I’m not supposed to...”
“I just want to know if you are willing to or not.”
[Huo Jun: nothing counts except my girl's opinion.]
