As for the relationship with Huo Du, the guard showed a knowing smile. General Huo’s deep affection for his deceased wife was evident to everyone in the army, so he definitely wouldn’t have any relationship with the person in front of him.
So, the conclusion was, even if he did something to this person, it didn’t matter. After all, he was just a prisoner. Maybe he was even in that profession himself.
Song Jin had no idea that while he was eating, the guard had already concocted a detailed backstory and occupation for him. Furthermore, Huo Du’s image as a devoted man in the military made it unbelievable for anyone to use him as an excuse.
“General would take a liking to you? What a joke. Even if a celestial being descended, the General wouldn’t be interested. Let me give you a kiss, just one.” The guard spat on the ground and revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth, disgusting to behold.
Usually, when faced with someone serious, they would hide their lecherous thoughts. But when the opportunity presented itself, they couldn’t resist.
“Get lost!” Song Jin smashed the bowl and chopsticks on the ground, making a commotion. Immediately, he grabbed a sharp piece of porcelain as a weapon.
However, Huo Du’s action of chaining him to the bed greatly restricted his movements. With little skill to begin with, now he was even worse off than a cripple.
Song Jin was desperate, sweating profusely on his forehead. This greasy, nauseating feeling was enough to make someone vomit even from five meters away.
“General is strict with his subordinates. Aren’t you afraid of being held accountable?” Song Jin seized the opportunity, swinging the piece of porcelain and slashing the guard’s mouth, leaving a large gash.
“Heh, if I tell others, I’m extracting a confession.” The guard, having failed to kiss Song Jin and now injured, was enraged. “You slut, if you don’t want to suffer, then behave!”
Song Jin circled to the other end, overturning the table, trying to create more noise. However, with the howling wind outside and the tiles flying everywhere, the noise inside the house was unexpectedly ignored.
Seeing Song Jin determined not to yield, the guard wiped the blood from his face, lost his rationality, and directly grabbed Song Jin’s head, smashing it against the bed frame.
The first time, Song Jin still had the strength to kick him in the abdomen. With one hand caught, he could only use the other hand, shackled by handcuffs, to forcefully block his forehead. The shackles embedded into his flesh, along with the imprint of the other circle of handcuffs, gave a strange sense of reincarnation.
The second time, Song Jin’s mind went blank.
Only one thought remained.
Huo Du, I owe you.
Seeing Song Jin unconscious in a pool of blood, the guard panicked. He hadn’t even touched the swan meat, yet he had caused a big problem. Who would have thought that this person, who seemed hesitant and struggling, would be so deadly when he fought back?
He checked his breathing and found that he was still alive. Suicides were common in the prison. The guard looked at Song Jin, fearing he might wake up and complain. His fingers trembled as he grabbed the back of Song Jin’s head, his face showing a ruthless expression…
“Stop!”
“Today!”
At that critical moment, the door was kicked in.
Huo Du pondered for a moment and felt that it wasn’t good for others to see his wife in such a state, so he decided to return home. Song Jin’s voice haunted him, frequently appearing in his dreams over the past two years. Even amidst the howling wind and rain, he could faintly hear Song Jin’s cries for help.
Hurrying his steps, Huo Du kicked the door open just in time to witness the guard slamming Song Jin’s head against the bed frame for the second time, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
With a flash of cold light, Huo Du drew his sword and aimed it directly at the guard’s crotch, striking him squarely.
The guard was sent flying into the wall, blood gushing from his mouth.
Trembling, Huo Du proceeded to unshackle Song Jin, calling out his name and that of the physician, his voice filled with helplessness.
On the day they became a couple, he had ridden through the night to the Eastern Sea, tears drying in the mountain wind. No one could console him. Huo Du experienced the same emotions again today.
“My wife has just returned to me!”
…
Song Jin lay unconscious, pale-faced with a swollen lump on his head, bandaged with gauze.
The physician shook his head, unsure when he would wake up, wishing him the best of luck.
Song Jin’s left hand lay exposed outside the blanket, delicate bones adorned with two horrifying imprints. One was from a silver bracelet, the other from an iron chain.
These scars, inflicted during moments of struggle and peril, seemed like the rings of a cruel year, each representing a helpless ordeal.
Huo Du held Song Jin’s hand, wishing he could kill himself. Both the silver bracelet and the iron chain were forcibly put on by him, marking the two occasions he had pushed Song Jin to the brink. Song Jin had followed him, never enjoying a moment of happiness, living in constant fear and becoming the laughingstock of the capital.
Huo Du slapped himself, blood seeping from his lips. What right did he have to blame his mother and the Crown Princess? All the harm inflicted on Song Jin was his doing.
Song Jin’s eyelids twitched.
“Today…”
Huo Du held his hand in repentance. “As long as you wake up, I won’t force you anymore. I swear, if I ever make the same mistake again, I’ll die on the battlefield and my bones will be scattered!”
“Today…”
“Today…”
“General, it’s time to take the medicine.” A maid brought the medicine, looking at Huo Du’s red eyes with concern, speaking cautiously.
“Give it to me.” Huo Du took the medicine and administered it himself.
Despite his carefulness, under the maid’s worried gaze, his actions and expressions still betrayed his affection. Yet, when he tried to feed Song Jin the second spoonful, he inadvertently choked him awake.
“Cough, cough…”
Song Jin spat out the bitter medicine, splattering it all over Huo Du.
Feeling uncomfortable, he squinted and saw Huo Du’s distressed appearance, quietly tightening his grip on the fingers hanging from the edge of the bed.
“You’re awake, Jin Jin!” Huo Du exclaimed.
The physician came again, prescribed some medication, and left.
Sitting on the bed, Song Jin straightened his back, a cloud of worry on his face. Supporting his forehead with one hand, he seemed uncomfortable. Seeing Huo Du enter, he looked at him with a puzzled expression.
After scrutinizing Huo Du for a while, Song Jin speculated, “Young Master Huo, what are you doing here?”
Huo Du: “Don’t call me…” He remembered his recent oath and stopped, concerned, “Is your head still hurting?”
Song Jin didn’t respond. “What day is it today?”
“It’s the second of August.”
“It’s been a year since your uncle passed away, right?” Song Jin muttered to himself. “I want to pay my respects to him.”
“We’re in Yunquan City now.” Unable to restrain himself, Huo Du felt jealous hearing Song Jin mention his uncle, even though they hadn’t mentioned him for a long time.
“Wait, a year?” Zhao An had been gone for four years, but Huo Du suddenly had a bad feeling. Last time, when Song Jin couldn’t remember Zhao An’s death anniversary, he had exposed him. If it wasn’t to provoke him, then it must be… Huo Du’s heart sank.
“Jin Jin, do you remember what year it is in Dali?”
“Order by age. Even though I’m insignificant, you should call me Aunt.” Song Jin corrected him. “It’s been twenty-seven years in Dali, why?”
Twenty-seven years?!
Huo Du stepped back, realizing that it was the year his uncle had died, the year they met. “Jin Jin, are you really…”
Song Jin pressed his forehead, “Ugh… it hurts.”
Huo Du quickly shut his mouth and carried Song Jin back to bed. Even in this state, Song Jin didn’t forget to instruct Huo Du to prepare offerings for the memorial ceremony, murmuring about how the Crown Princess never allowed him to pay respects to her son. “Can you take me there secretly…”
Huo Du echoed his words, his heart aching.
…
He secretly consulted the physician again. The physician said that Song Jin had taken a drug that forced amnesia, so it was good that he could remember now. The parts he couldn’t recall might not be important or might be too painful. It was a form of self-protection to forget them.
With each word from the physician, Huo Du’s face darkened.
Not important, too painful… Huo Du was momentarily at a loss whether to admit that he was less important than Zhao An or to admit that his harm to Song Jin was deeper than his uncle’s death.
Huo Du also noticed that whenever he called him “Jin Jin” Song Jin would clutch his head and complain of pain, unless he called him “Auntie.”
As a result, everyone in the General’s Mansion was bewildered.
The General’s wife, who had been married back with great effort, why was she calling herself “Auntie” all of a sudden?
Was this some kind of secret preference?
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