Han Shuang sighed, "Boss, do you even know what you're saying?"

Qin Su glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "After resting at the inn, I'm going to go home."

"Going home? That's great, I should go home more often, but I can't. I feel guilty, I can't face my dad..."

Before Mo Lan could finish speaking, Han Shuang interrupted her, "Boss, I think Prince Qin is right. The most important thing now is to go back to the inn and get some rest."

I'm really afraid that if the eldest daughter isn't careful, she'll expose the young master's affairs, and she'll probably regret it when she comes to her senses.

Mo Lan didn't feel anything was wrong when the topic was changed, and nodded in agreement, "That's right, it'll be easier to travel after a good rest."

Qin Su glanced at Han Shuang, knowing that she had stopped Mo Lan from saying something she shouldn't have. However, he didn't mind, as he didn't have a penchant for taking advantage of others.

What should have been a 15-minute journey took Mo Lan almost half an hour. Looking at the signboard of the Green Mountain Inn, she let out a soft sigh.

"We've finally arrived, it's been quite a distance!"

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Hearing Mo Lan's relieved expression, Qin Su couldn't help but smile. "It is indeed a bit far, but consider it a way to digest your food."

It turns out that beneath her cold exterior lies this girlish demeanor; it's quite interesting.

I just don't know if she'll remember anything after she sobers up.

Han Shuang requested a superior room and ordered hot water to be brought to Mo Lan. After helping her wash up, she helped her lie down on the bed and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She would have to go back to the escort agency later to tell Zhou Bo to ask the Ma brothers, Ma Ren and Ma Yi, to wait another day before setting off.

Hearing Mo Lan's even breathing, Han Shuang pushed open the door and left. It would take her at most half an hour to go back and take care of the eldest.

After Tingyu helped her master wash up, she borrowed the kitchen to cook a hangover soup. Just as she carried the bowl upstairs, she saw Hanshuang's figure disappear around the corner.

"Young Master, the hangover soup is ready."

"Okay, send a bowl over next door, so she won't have a hangover." Qin Su drank a bowl, wiped her lips with a handkerchief, and whispered the instructions.

"I think I just saw Han Shuang go out. There shouldn't be anyone guarding Mo Lan's place."

"He went out?" Qin Su frowned. His master was drunk, and instead of staying by his side, he ran out. What was he doing?

He's really carefree. Isn't he afraid something might happen to that woman?

"Young Master, shall we send more?" Tingyu glanced at the prepared hangover soup. If all else failed, he could just go to the backyard and ask one of the women from the inn to come over.

Qin Su remained silent for a moment, then drank the hangover soup, feeling much better.

"Never mind, I'll go."

We've been drinking together, so it wouldn't hurt to lend a hand.

Qin Su carried the hangover soup to Mo Lan's bedside. Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Qin Su put the bowl down and gently lifted her head, letting her lean against his chest.

"Open your mouth and drink the soup."

The bowl was brought to her lips, but Mo Lan moved her lips without saying a word.

What should I do if I can't feed it?

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Su reached out and pinched her chin, applied a little force, and poured it in.

"Cough cough..."

Upon tasting the sweet and sour flavor, Mo Lan swallowed it without thinking, nearly choking to death.

Mo Lan couldn't open her eyes. She felt dizzy and her stomach churned. Tears streamed from her eyes, and her face was contorted with discomfort.

Seeing Mo Lan like this, Qin Su was stunned. Why was she crying?

Did he go too far?