Front courtyard veranda.

Two petite women supported a tall man as they walked unsteadily.

"We've finally arrived! Prince, you're really heavy!" The two of them placed Hongli on the bed, and A'luo exclaimed.

Xueying didn't speak, but a smile played on her lips.

"A'Luo, hurry and tell the servants to bring a basin of hot water and a bowl of hangover soup, otherwise you'll feel terrible tomorrow morning." A'Luo was about to leave when Xueying remembered that Hongzhou was still in the front yard. "A'Luo, wait, go check on Hongzhou in the front yard. He drank so much, I'm a little worried about him." A'Luo agreed and left. Walking along the road, A'Luo thought, how could such a gentle and considerate princess not catch the eye of the Prince? She felt indignant for Xueying.

Hongli's bedroom.

The servants had already prepared everything. Xueying soaked a towel and wiped Hongli down. Through the towel, Xueying could feel Hongli's sharp, sword-like eyebrows, high nose bridge, and thin lips.

Some say that men with thin lips are inherently heartless.

Xueying wondered if he was just a cold-hearted man by nature? Incapable of understanding emotions? But she had seen how good he was to Fucha Mingyu.

Xueying couldn't help but sigh, put down the towel, and reached out to stroke his face. She had never seen Hongli so closely before, touching his skin with her hand.

The man, perhaps dreaming of something, frowned and shifted his body in dissatisfaction.

Xueying was so frightened that she withdrew her hand. If Hongli saw her touching his face, he would definitely be disgusted.

She stood beside him, murmuring to herself, "Hongli, you know perfectly well that I love you, that I've loved you for so long, so very long. Do you know that the moment you said you wanted to marry me was the happiest moment of my life? But I never imagined that after marrying me, you would humiliate me like this. You wouldn't even lie to me. If you don't love me, why did you marry me in the first place?..." Xueying was immersed in the past and her sorrow, her eyes already red with tears.

The person on the bed made a sound, and Xueying quickly went over to listen to what Hongli was saying, "Water, water." Upon hearing what he said, she immediately handed him the hangover soup, lifted his head with her body, and fed him the soup by swishing the rim of the cup down his lips.

The warm water moistened Hongli's parched lips, and he suddenly opened his eyes, looking in Xueying's direction.

The woman before him was stunningly beautiful, inspiring an irresistible urge to kiss her. Having drunk alcohol, Hongli lost all self-control, though he vaguely knew who she was… Yet, he still seemed to have a certain desire…

Hongli pushed the woman before him onto the bed. The hangover soup in Xueying's hand slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor with a thud. Caught off guard, Xueying's breathing became rapid. She didn't know what was happening; she felt a mixture of desire and fear.

"Hongli, let me go! Don't you know what you're doing?" Xueying struggled.

She knew that if something really happened, Hongli would hate her even more and despise her even more when he found out.

Even drunk, Hongli possessed terrifying strength, rendering the person in his arms completely immobile. "You...really...don't want it?" Hongli had no idea what he was thinking, much less what he was saying!

Xueying's heart pounded at the question. Indeed, she longed for it, but... she suddenly remembered what Hongzhou had said: "You are Hongli's concubine, what is there to be afraid of?"

Indeed, this is something that husband and wife should do, and she has nothing to worry about.

Xueying closed her eyes and pressed her pink lips to Hongli's. The man moved slightly, then pressed his lips tightly against the one beneath him...