“Picchu is loyal to Baylor too!” Picchu puffed out his cheeks and had no choice but to say this.
"Well, I need to use the restroom!" Hongli said with a smile.
"..." Picchu was speechless.
Xueying was in the kitchen at the moment, discussing with the cooks how to prepare food for the wounded soldiers. She herself had only eaten a few mouthfuls of rice before losing her appetite.
Because she was still wearing a soldier's uniform, the plump cooks knew she was a woman, but she showed no trace of feminine gentleness. Although her voice was pleasant to hear, it carried an undeniable air of authority.
After some discussion, Xueying and the cooks had finalized some suitable meals for the wounded.
“Consort, I know there’s a wild vegetable on the grassland that’s very good for the wounded, but unfortunately I don’t have time to pick it. If you could send some people to pick some and cook porridge for the wounded, that would be the best,” said the plump cook.
"Okay, tell me quickly what that vegetable looks like? I'll try to pick some," Xueying said excitedly.
"Look, this is it, there's just a little bit here." The plump cook said as she took out some wild vegetables from a winnowing basket and showed them to Xueying.
Xueying took it and examined it repeatedly in her hand.
“Master, why don’t we let Pichu go and pick it? I know where to find this vegetable,” Pichu said when Xueying mentioned going to pick wild vegetables.
As he lay on the bed, Hongli unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth, having just been helped to the toilet by this Pikachu.
"Why don't I go with you? That way we can pick more," Xueying finally decided.
"No, that won't do!" Hongli on the bed protested, "If you all leave, who will pour me some water!"
Xueying couldn't help but smile and said, "Your Highness, the eunuch who serves you hasn't come yet. Why don't I go and call one or two soldiers to serve you?"
“No, they’re all just good at fighting, they don’t know how to serve people,” Hongli still refused.
“Pichu, I’ve made up my mind. You’ll stay. Prince sometimes needs to use the restroom, and it’ll be more convenient for you to serve him,” Xueying said to Pichu, suppressing a smile.
"..." Pichon looked annoyed, but didn't say he was unwilling.
"Take a few soldiers with you; there are wolves on this grassland," Hongli suddenly said to Xueying's retreating figure as she prepared to leave.
"Understood." Xueying smiled and said, "Pichu, serve Prince well."
After saying that, Xueying crawled out of the tent.
"My lord, I heard you have a principal wife?" Pichu suddenly asked.
Hongli was taken aback by his sudden question, and his previously pleasant mood immediately cooled down.
Hongli thought of Mingyu; he hadn't thought of her these past few days.
I'm sorry, Mingyu!
Hongli silently told himself that he did indeed like Xueying, and he could no longer deceive himself about it.
"What do you want to say?" Hongli asked, pulling himself out of his thoughts.
“Picchu feels that Master is devoted to Prince Bellor, and if Prince Bellor doesn’t treat her well…” Pichu said.
"What do you want to do?" Hongli looked at Piqiu in surprise. This Xiongnu man was only thirteen years old, but he himself was only seventeen.
“My master has done me a great favor. If my master is unhappy, I will do anything for her!” Pichu said quickly.
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