"master!"
A Luo ran over with an umbrella. She saw that Hongli and Xueying were both soaked in the rain, so she quickly ran over and held the umbrella over their heads.
"My lord, I have found the head chef in the kitchen and asked him to start a fire and boil ginger water," A'luo said. "My lord, I am worried that you and the soldiers will catch a cold and get sick from being in the rain like this."
Upon hearing this, Hongli released Xueying's hand.
"Your Highness, I've only come to tell everyone that I'm going to have a bowl of ginger soup later," Xueying said, then she took A'luo's hand and walked back.
By the time the two returned to the carriage, the rain had subsided considerably.
"Master, you're all wet, please change your clothes," A'luo said.
Xueying nodded and changed her clothes with A'luo's help.
“Master, you shouldn’t have gone there. What if you catch a cold and get a fever? You’ve always been prone to fevers since you were little,” A’luo complained as she changed Xueying’s clothes.
"She's not that delicate!" Xueying comforted her.
Over there, the carriage was lifted out of the mud pit, and the heavy rain subsided somewhat. Everyone found shelter from the rain. The kitchen staff had set up a makeshift kitchen with tarpaulin, and several large pots were simmering ginger soup.
The Seventeenth Prince, Hongli, and several generals hid under a protruding rock.
"Your concubine is very clever; she knows how to plan ahead in everything," the Seventeenth Prince said to Hongli.
"Seventeenth Uncle, you flatter me. She just thought of it beforehand," Hongli said, though he did appreciate Xueying's actions.
"Hongli, you should go and check on your concubine. She's a woman, and after getting soaked in that rain, I'm afraid no man could withstand it. If she falls ill on this journey, she'll suffer terribly," said Seventeen.
Hongli nodded, then held up his oil-paper umbrella and walked toward Xueying's carriage.
When A'Luo saw Hongli arrive, she naturally got off the carriage, leaving the space to them.
"Did you drink the ginger soup?" Hongli asked Xueying, who had already changed her clothes, as he entered the carriage.
"I've changed. I've also had the ginger soup. Thank you for your concern, Your Highness," Xueying said with a smile.
“It’s not that I’m concerned about you, Prince Ben. It’s just that if you get sick, it will slow down our progress. Do you understand?” Hongli said, looking away.
"I understand, Your Highness. How about I help you change your clothes? It's really uncomfortable to have these wet clothes clinging to your body," Xueying said, seeing that Hongli's clothes were all wet.
"No need, everyone else is like this too. If I, Prince, were to act so delicate, wouldn't I become a laughingstock?" Hongli said, but inwardly he was inexplicably agitated by Xueying's words.
"I disagree with what Your Highness says. A true man can bend and stretch; how can he refuse to do what is beneficial to himself just because of the opinions of others? If Your Highness were to fall ill, wouldn't that slow down the march?" Xueying retorted.
Hongli was speechless, not expecting Xueying to retaliate so quickly.
"Your Highness, let me help you change your clothes. They are all seasoned soldiers, so they are probably familiar with this kind of marching environment. But you have lived in the palace since you were a child, and you have never suffered like this before. If you are not careful, you will fall ill and suffer." Xueying said gently.
These words were so reasonable that Hongli could no longer refute them.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
