"They're a perfect fit. In fact, they feel even more comfortable than the ones made by the Textile Bureau," Xiao Mo said honestly.
"I'm glad Brother Your Majesty likes them."
Qin Siyao looked at the shoes on Xiao Mo's feet, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly as a trace of indescribable tenderness flashed through her eyes.
"Thank you, Mujiu. But since you've given me a gift, I can't accept it without offering something in return." Xiao Mo asked his bride-to-be, "Is there anything you want, Mujiu?"
"Emmm..." Qin Siyao pressed a delicate hand to her fair chin, pondering seriously. She glanced at the sky outside, and her eyes lit up. "Brother Your Majesty, when I came to the Imperial City before, I saw a very beautiful place. Would you take me there to see it?"
"Now?"
Xiao Mo glanced out the window. It was already late in the afternoon; the sun would be setting before long.
"Mhm..." Qin Siyao tugged on the hem of Xiao Mo's robe. "Right now would be perfect..."
