"Master, should I send one of the girls to your chambers?"
Yu Qingyu clicked his tongue, furrowing his brows, as he massaged his temples, trying to relieve his pounding headache.
"Master?"
"No, there's no need. Don't send anyone," Yu Qingyu answered, practically snapping back in annoyance.
"Master, are you sure?" Ines, his personal maid, repeated.
"Yes, I am sure. Now, leave me alone. I am tired after the banquet."
"Then, Master, should I help you get changed?"
"No need."
Ines paused for a moment. "Then, Master, I will prepare your bed…"
"No need for that either." Yu Qingyu let out a heavy sigh. "Just leave. Please."
"…I understand." Ines bowed politely. She threw Yu Qingyu a few more cautious glances, reluctant to leave, but in the end, she had no choice but to exit the room, leaving the man alone.
Once the door finally closed behind the maid, Yu Qingyu exhaled deeply, sliding lower in his seat. He probably shouldn't have drunk so much at the banquet…
