"I was planning to discuss this with Your Highness. Your Highness, this Pichu is an orphan, and I think he's quite grateful. I'd like to keep him here. Why don't we let him stay by Your Highness's side as a personal attendant?" Xueying said.
"Do you know who the attendants around me are? They were all carefully selected by Father and Mother, and they know their backgrounds very well. What are you planning to do by placing such a foreigner of unknown origin by my side?" Hongli leaned forward, grabbed Xueying's arm, and glared at her.
Xueying was surprised by Hongli's words. She had never thought of these things before, but after hearing what Hongli said, Xueying realized that she had indeed overlooked them.
Nowadays, the attendants around Hongli are all people who are absolutely trustworthy and carefully selected by the Emperor and Consort Xi. Piqiu is, after all, a foreigner, and he really doesn't know anything about his background.
"It was my oversight. I will keep him by my side as a lowly servant," Xueying said.
Hongli glared, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't. He swallowed his words and said, "You don't even know what kind of person he is, so how can you be so at ease keeping him by your side to serve you?"
In fact, Hongli was also worried about Xueying's safety, but he didn't say it out loud.
"Is Your Highness worried about me?" Xueying asked, seizing on the unspoken meaning in Hongli's words.
"I just don't want you to cause any more trouble," Hongli quickly said.
“Your Highness, I don’t think he’s a bad person. I will take responsibility for my judgment.” Xueying smiled and said, “Your Highness, it’s really hurting to hold my arm like this. Can you let go now?”
Hongli released Xueying's arm and said, "You'll leave first thing tomorrow morning. I've already given the instructions."
"Your Highness, I don't want to leave. I have no objection to anything Your Highness does here, so why do you insist on sending me back to the rear?" Xueying said.
“With you here, I have to consider your comfort, which is just causing me trouble,” Hongli said.
Although his words were anything but gentle, and even carried a hint of disgust, Xueying still felt a touch of sweetness and warmth in her heart. These words just now showed that Hongli still cared about her.
"You must listen to me. Go back first thing tomorrow morning." Seeing that Xueying remained silent, Hongli gave the order again. "Have someone bring you dinner. Also, a set of clothes."
Hongli turned and left the tent, but Xueying refused to be sent away by him like that and called out "Pichu".
“Master!” Pichu responded from outside the tent.
"You need to find a place to sleep tonight. I can't let you stay here overnight, understand?" Xueying instructed. Indeed, having a male attendant by your side would be quite inconvenient.
“Yes, Master. Pichu can go to the stables to sleep,” Pichu said.
"A stable?" Xueying looked at him, both amused and exasperated. "You really like horses?"
Pichū nodded and said, "Horses are our Huns' good friends. Horses are also our most loyal companions."
Xueying shared some of the dinner she had brought with Pichu and told him to change into Qingluo's clothes.
After washing him up, Xueying discovered that he was actually a very handsome boy. However, he was very honest and kind-hearted.
That night, Xueying slept alone in the tent, while Pichu indeed went to the stables.
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