After the disabled god of war became my concubine

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

As night fell, the stars in the Milky Way wandered about.

The King's Mansion in the middle of Qinghe Square was decorated with red silk and lanterns early in the morning. Once the sky darkened, the lights were immediately lit, and from afar, they projected a bright golden red. The busy servants went in and out of the threshold and the thick layer of firecracker debris in front of the steps were all illustrative of a festive atmosphere.

When the soft breeze of early spring coming from the south of the Yangtze River blew, the red candles in the lanterns flickered, shaking the auspicious characters on the lanterns.

There was a joyful event taking place at the King's mansion today. The third day of February was an auspicious day appointed by His Majesty.

His Majesty said that on February 3rd, everything was suitable, especially marriage.

As for whether this day was indeed an auspicious day, it didn't matter. The most important thing was that the emperor must let the King marry on this day. Even if a funeral was underway at the King's mansion today, they must put the coffin on hold and first finish marrying the person into the household.

A word from the emperor was as powerful as tens of thousands of pounds.

Even if this emperor, who was assailed by a rebel army two years ago in Yecheng, the capital of the country, fled like a drowning dog with officials of all ranks all the way south in distress and dragged out an ignoble existence in Yuhuang.

Despite this, the emperor was still the emperor, even if he resembled a stray dog. What was more, this emperor won a huge victory just a few days ago. He was now riding on the crest of success, like a cat that swallowed the canary.

After all, who in this world did not know that His Majesty caught the invincible and fearsome General Huo of Northern Liang and broke both his legs?

It was indeed a great joy.

There was grand jubilation in Jing, as in the King's mansion. This double happiness spread to the King's mansion, but the people in the mansion couldn't cheer. Instead, each of them were grief-stricken as if bereaved of parents.

After all...

Captured generals were commonly killed or mutilated.

However, a general dressed in a wedding dress to be married into their King's mansion as a concubine....This, what the hell was this!?

Therefore, although the King's mansion was beating drums and blowing trumpets today, gay with lanterns and festoons, and had been lighting off firecrackers for most of the day, none of the faces in the King's mansion bore a trace of a smile.

Everyone bustled about and watched the excitement, but each tacitly bowed servilely and dared not speak.

This kind of silence permeated amidst the joyful atmosphere, making the atmosphere in the King's mansion a little depressing. The further you went in, the drearier the atmosphere became.

Especially in Anyin Hall.

Anyin Hall was where His Highness lived, and the word "Anyin" was the name that the great master in the palace gave him from the Lotus Sutra.

This wasn't unusual. After all, His Highness was born sick and weak from the womb, and his body had never been very healthy. The fact that he had lived to this day in such a sickly manner was thought to be because he had borrowed some of the Buddha's light.

At present, the silence in Anyin Hall was ablaze with lights.

The entirety of the King's mansion was hung with red silk, but there was no red silk in Anyin Hall. Under the curtain of the night, the courtyard was filled with candlelights with a warm breeze blowing. Several tall, century-old birchleaf pear trees scattered white fallen flowers in the wind to the ground.

The maids in the courtyard shuttled in and out, acting invisible with bated breath.

Everyone knew that His Highness was in a foul mood today. His Highness has always been reticent and rarely smiled. He always looked gloomy and utterly unfathomable. They couldn't guess what was on his mind.

And even more so today.

All things considered, although His Highness was homosexual, he was also a man who feared no one. When has there ever been a crippled general of an enemy country bestowed to a King as a concubine?

Regardless of how dangerous the man was, he was akin to a trapped beast. The Emperor's decree alone was beyond absurd. It was like writing humiliating words into an imperial decree and slapping the King in the face.

Hence, it was only natural that His Highness was in a terrible mood. They, the servants, only had to serve cautiously, lest they'd court bad luck and end up losing their heads at this moment.

The room was quiet.

Because His Highness married a concubine, he did not have to welcome her personally, but the nuptial chamber was necessary.

Therefore, His Highness cleaned up early in the morning, changed into a gold and red wedding robe, and bound his jet-black hair with his jade crown.