Xiao Cui smiled even more happily. She rose, dressed, and walked to the table to pour a cup of tea, which she handed to Tang San, her tone light. "Don't worry! I'm only a maid, and I did it willingly last night. My lord, you needn't trouble yourself over this!"
Tang San accepted the cup. He lowered his head and took a sip, only to choke by accident and cough for quite a while.
Xiao Cui stood to one side, watching his flustered state, a trace of amusement flashing through her eyes. "My lord, once you're ready, you can go to the front hall for breakfast. The Third Imperial Prince should already be waiting."
With that, she turned toward the door, her retreating figure looking somewhat forlorn in the morning light.
Tang San's gaze fell on one side of the bed, and the glaring crimson stain made his heart sink.
He froze for a moment, then raised his head. Watching Xiao Cui about to push open the door and leave, he blurted out, "Miss Xiao Cui!"
Xiao Cui stopped and looked back, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
Tang San drew a deep breath and looked at her earnestly. "Ultimately, I was the one at fault in this matter. I will take responsibility for you!"
At his words, Xiao Cui stiffened slightly.
She looked at his face, filled with sincerity, and suddenly felt her eyes grow hot. Biting her lower lip, she said softly, "My lord, you needn't do this. I-I don't blame you."
"No, this is my responsibility."
Tang San stood, his tone utterly serious.
"I, Tang San, may not be a man of great wealth or standing, but I would never dishonor a maiden's virtue."
"Rest assured. From this day forward, I won't let you suffer any