The Twelfth Prince smiled faintly: "Is your wife drunk? Why are you asking such nonsense?"

"I'm not confused, I'm serious!" He Yue grabbed his arm in her haste.

Hailan and Chun Ya stepped forward, each grabbing one of her arms and pulling Heyue's hand away from the Twelfth Prince's sleeve. Hailan secretly pinched Heyue's arm, her face anxious, and winked, "Your Highness, you're drunk!"

"Huh? Am I drunk?" Heyue frowned in confusion, but felt uncomfortable being pulled by them and tried to break free.

How could Hailan and Chun Ya dare? They immediately gave Chun Ya a look, signaling her to go find the Thirteenth Master.

Chun Ya immediately ran out.

Hailan, holding Heyue, sat in her seat and apologized to the Twelfth Prince: "Twelfth Prince, I'm sorry, our Princess Consort doesn't drink alcohol."

Seeing Heyue's confused and annoyed expression, the Twelfth Prince smiled slightly and said, "It's alright."

Hailan's eyes were brimming with tears of gratitude. Sure enough, the Twelfth Prince was easy to talk to. If it were anyone else, she would have been furious.

The Twelfth Prince turned his gaze to Heyue, and seeing that she was indeed not quite sober, he asked with a smile, "Does your sister-in-law have something to ask?"

He Yue was immediately captivated by the other person's pleasant and gentle voice. She raised her head and stared at him blankly.

The twelfth prince stood up, walked behind Heyue, and glanced at Hailan.

Hailan stared at him blankly, not understanding what was going on.

The Twelfth Prince smiled slightly and said gently, "Miss, please step aside."

Hailan looked at his smile, listened to his gentle voice, and foolishly took a step back as he told her to.

The Twelfth Prince's smile became even more beautiful.