"Young Master, you're back. Do you need some soup to sober up?"
Liu Yuheng was admiring the moon in the front courtyard when she saw Pei Shaoqing stumble in, reeking of alcohol. She hurried forward to support him.
Breathing in the fragrant scent that wafted over and feeling the softness on his arm, Pei Shaoqing felt even more intoxicated. He waved his hand and said, "No need. I didn't drink that much."
"Then let me help you to your room, Young Master." Liu Yuheng's voice was soft and gentle. Though she was over thirty—a truly mature woman—her voice had the sweet, delicate quality of a young girl.
Although Pei Shaoqing could walk on his own, he couldn't bring himself to refuse her kind offer. "To Sister Shuang's room."
Liu Yuheng paused for a moment. Though she was used to the sons of wealthy families taking many wives and concubines, she still felt a bit uncomfortable. She simply hummed in acknowledgment and helped him toward the inner residence.
