He Yue was slightly embarrassed; it turned out he still remembered that incident.

In the past, He Yue would have been angry upon hearing this, but now, unusually, she asked him with concern, "Does it hurt a lot?"

The thirteenth prince paused, his eyes showing hesitation, and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Suddenly, he hissed and jumped up, glaring at her angrily: "Why did you pinch me?" He reached out and touched his face where she had pinched him, his eyes full of resentment.

He Yue also stood up, crossed her arms, raised her chin, and said with a half-smile, "Who told you to be dishonest? And you said it didn't hurt."

The Thirteenth Prince, short of breath, snorted with a sour face, "You really haven't changed at all, still as fierce as ever!"

Seeing his sullen face, He Yue felt an itch to pinch him again. She never knew that a boy's skin could be so smooth and tender, making her love it so much.

His angry and resentful appearance only fueled her urge to tease him.

Ugh, she's so awful!

Having finally managed to control her impulse, she smiled and apologized softly, "Alright, don't be angry. I was wrong last time, you know. I was drunk. I heard from the maid that I hit you, and I feel really guilty."

Her gentle and sincere apology left the Thirteenth Prince speechless with astonishment, his mouth agape as if he had seen a ghost: "Are you... are you alright?"

He Yue raised an eyebrow in confusion: "What could possibly be wrong with me?"

"Why do I feel like you're someone else in disguise? When did you learn to be gentle?" the Thirteenth Prince muttered, looking confused, the words slipping out unconsciously.