He Yue wanted nothing more than to kick him off the stage, but she held back, glaring at him fiercely and saying in a menacing tone, "Can't you be a little more careful?!"
The thirteenth prince shrank back guiltily: "Then, then I'll rub it for you, so you won't be angry anymore, okay?"
He then began to massage her carefully, even blowing on it gently, his expression focused and earnest.
He Yue was taken aback, rarely seeing him so gentle and focused, and was momentarily dazed.
He looks completely different now than he does usually.
"Does it still hurt?" the Thirteenth Prince asked with concern.
He Yue pursed her lips and shook her head, then reached out and pushed him: "Get up first! You're pressing down on me!"
Only then did the Thirteenth Prince realize the ambiguous posture between the two. His face flushed red, his eyes darted away, and he stammered, "You, I, I didn't mean to."
After saying that, he hurriedly sat up.
Heyue also sat up, straightened her disheveled clothes, and glanced at him beside her as he frantically untied the knots at the hems of their clothes.
Suddenly, I found him quite interesting, and I couldn't help but smile slightly.
Once the knot was untied, the Thirteenth Prince breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to look at her, then hurriedly looked away, not daring to look at her: "Um, I'll go to the front. You rest first."
He Yue gave a soft "hmm".
The thirteenth prince dared not look at her, stood up and left in a panic.
He Yue suddenly felt much better.
Two maids came in to help Heyue take off her heavy wedding dress, change into her nightgown, sit in front of the dressing mirror, remove her headdress, and let her hair down.
He Yue immediately felt much more relaxed and moved her stiff neck and limbs.
Sigh, this journey really took half her life.
After changing clothes in the washroom and washing my hands and face, I immediately saw several plates of pastries on the table.
Heyue's eyes lit up, and she quickly walked over and sat down, asking the maid Wenju, "Who prepared this?"
Wen Ju smiled and replied, "Madam, this was prepared by the master. He said that Madam must be hungry after her long journey."
He Yue nodded in satisfaction. Hmph, at least he has a conscience!
She hadn't eaten much all day and was starving.
So they quickly ate some snacks and filled their stomachs.
The two maids looked at each other, assuming that Heyue was just too hungry, and said nothing.
Heyue drank a few more glasses of water and felt much better, so she went back to bed with the help of the two men.
Just as she was thinking of resting for a while, Tinglan and Wenju hurriedly stopped Heyue, looking anxious: "Madam, you can't sleep, you have to wait for the master to come back."
He Yue frowned, somewhat annoyed. Seeing their insistence, she had no choice but to give up.
With nothing to do, Heyue sat on the edge of the bed and chatted with them to pass the time: "What are your names?"
The two maids each gave their names, their expressions somewhat cautious.
Although the new princess seemed easy to talk to, for some reason, the two of them felt a sense of dread, as if the other party might become angry at any moment.
I originally thought that the other person was young and probably wouldn't have a temper, but I was surprised to find out that I had a completely different feeling when I met them.
That's probably what it feels like to command respect without anger.
He Yue didn't notice their expressions.
They weren't used to interacting with strangers, so although Heyue didn't make things difficult for them, she looked somewhat serious, which frightened the two maids into acting cautiously.
He inquired about their situation and learned that they were sent by the Imperial Household Department and had been serving the Thirteenth Prince. After Heyue arrived, the Thirteenth Prince specially selected the two of them to serve him.
Heyue nodded, knowing that they were originally serving the Thirteenth Prince, and each of them was so beautiful. She wondered what the Thirteenth Prince was thinking, sending them to her. He was really willing to do that.
It was just a thought, and He Yue had no interest in caring about other people's opinions. Seeing their trembling appearance, she couldn't help but frown, touch her own face, and wondered to herself, "Am I that scary?"
Too lazy to investigate their attitude, He Yue felt that her own maids were more useful, and decided to have Hai Lan and the others serve her personally in the future.
He told them to find any book they wanted, waved them away, and then sat on the bed and read.
Before long, sleepiness came over her, and Yue yawned before leaning against the headboard and falling asleep.
In a daze, I heard footsteps and voices, and heard something about "Master". When I opened my eyes, I saw the Thirteenth Prince being helped in by two maids, Wenju and Tinglan.
The Thirteenth Prince waved his hand, signaling the two to leave. Then he swayed and sat down next to Heyue, put his arm around her waist, chuckled, and leaned close to her, sniffing her neck intensely: "Heyue, you smell so good!"
He Yue's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth. This brat is having another drunken rampage!
Unable to bear the smell of alcohol, she tried to push him away, but the Thirteenth Prince held her tightly, snuggling into her arms. "Wife, let me smell you, you smell so good! You know what? Tenth Brother and Fourteenth Brother kept trying to get me drunk, I drank so much, I felt awful, but I have a high tolerance, they couldn't outdrink me, and in the end they were all down, but I'm still fine." He laughed smugly, his starry eyes staring straight at Heyue, reaching out to stroke her trembling eyelashes. "Heyue, how could I not know what Tenth Brother was thinking? He just doesn't want me to touch you, right? I'm going to touch you, you're mine, not his, he can only be jealous. Come, let me kiss you." He brought his lips closer.
Heyue frowned, pushed his face away, and said irritably, "You stink! Go wash up!"
The Thirteenth Prince frowned and muttered in dissatisfaction, "No, I don't smell bad. Smell me, I smell good. Heyue, you smell so good..." Then he leaned closer, only to be punched by Heyue.
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