Marriage and the Blossom Pavilion

"Drunk?"

Zhou Miaotong was slightly startled. She wanted to stand up but, remembering her own status, restrained herself and instructed, "Bring the Royal Heir over here and prepare a bowl of sobering soup."

"Yes," the maid quickly responded.

Wearing the traditional red bridal veil, Zhou Miaotong couldn't rise to care for Zhu Youji herself, so she waited quietly.

Moments later, Zhu Youji, supported by the maid, lay down on the bed.

"Royal Heir, are you alright?" Zhou Miaotong asked softly.

A smile curled on Zhu Youji's lips as he mumbled, "Thirsty, I'm so thirsty..."

"Alright, I'll get you some water," Zhou Miaotong said, rising to fetch water from the nearby table.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her back.

"Where is my lady going?" Zhu Youji's playful voice sounded in her ear.

Zhou Miaotong's cheeks turned crimson with a mixture of shyness and annoyance. She protested weakly, "You're not drunk at all. You tricked me."