"Your Highness, you're drunk." Xueying tried to push him away, but Hongli was too strong and she couldn't break free.

Hearing him call her 'Xueying', her heart softened. Xueying said softly, "Your Highness, please let go and come inside to sit down and have some hangover soup."

Seeing this, A'luo didn't say anything. Since the prince rarely came to the East Courtyard these days, she cleverly said, "This servant will go and call the servants to cook some hangover soup."

After A Luo left, Xue Ying helped Hongli walk towards the daybed. His steps were unsteady, and he kept muttering "not drunk." Judging from his condition, he must have drunk quite a bit.

Hongli usually has a high alcohol tolerance, so he probably drank too much during the baby shower.

He breathed his alcohol-scented breath onto Xueying, whose face flushed slightly, and settled him on the daybed.

A moment later, A'Luo came in carrying a tray of hangover soup. "Master, the hangover soup is here."

After taking the hangover soup, Xueying stirred the hot soup with a spoon, blew on it to cool it down, and only fed it to Hongli's lips when she felt the temperature drop.

"Your Highness, drink up, it's too hot for your heart."

Spoon after spoonful, until only a few drops of liquid remained in the hangover soup, Hongli got up and walked towards the large bed. "I'm tired, I'll rest for a while."

Seeing that he could barely stand, Xueying quickly put down her bowl and supported his swaying body.

"All he does when he comes to the East Courtyard is sleep. He doesn't even say a few words to his master." A'Luo was quite angry for her master. The prince had been going back and forth to the main wife's place so many times these days. Now that he had finally come to the East Courtyard, he was already clamoring to sleep.

Xueying helped Hongli to bed and said to A'luo, "He's come all this way, let him sleep."

Although Hongli rarely came to the East Courtyard and mostly stayed with Mingyu, Xueying knew that when a wife was pregnant, what man who was about to become a mother wouldn't go to protect her? Especially Hongli, the Prince of Bao, who had always longed for a son.

Just as they were about to remove Hongli's clothes, he shifted his body erratically, muttering incoherent words. The only words that were clear were "Xueying".

Xueying smiled slightly, perhaps only in his drunken dreams did he remember that there was such a woman as Xueying.

Continuing to painstakingly undress, Xueying was covered in sweat. Only when she was left in her undergarments did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"A'Luo, go and prepare some warm water. I'll wipe the prince's body."

Hongli's forehead was covered in sweat, and Xueying gently wiped it with a handkerchief until his furrowed brows relaxed.

A'Luo held back her anger. She could understand her master's unassuming and non-competitive nature, but after thinking so much for the prince, he didn't seem to care about such a woman.

"Why aren't you going yet?" Xueying was slightly taken aback.

"Yes, this servant will go right away." A'Luo squeezed the handkerchief in her hand, bowed her head in response, and withdrew.

Xueying watched her retreating figure and sighed helplessly.

She knew in her heart that A Luo was naturally resentful and indignant, but it was the girl who had suffered so much after following her for so many years.

Knowing that her mistress was covered in sweat and needed to wash, A'luo led the servants to bring warm water and also prepared extra bath water.

Xueying wiped Hongli's body, and only put down the handkerchief after the sweat had dried.

"My lady, I have prepared the bath water." A'luo said, calling to the servants to take the basin of used warm water away.

Xueying wiped the sweat from her forehead and laughed, "You've become quite clever at doing things."

"My lord, please don't be so rude to me. Please wash yourself quickly," A'Luo said with a smile.