What he was most worried about now was if he was obedient when he drank or if he left his room and created any trouble for himself.
He held his head and tried to recall the events on the previous night, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t. All he found was a big blank sheet of paper.
While he tried hard to think, he heard his door knock from the outside.
He turned back to the mirror and used his fingers to gently brush his hair in a little hurry. He then adjusted the collar, sleeves and hems of his shirt until he felt his image looked a little better before he opened the door.
He found a servant holding a tray with a bowl on it at the door. He raised his eyebrows and asked, “What is it?”
“Young master, it is the hangover soup for you.” The servant replied in a meek voice.
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