The first floor of Wanbao Pavilion was unusually quiet today, a stark contrast to its usual bustling noise.
In the main hall, a few of the most distinguished figures in Beijing were accompanying four children in picking out items!
Although the shop wasn't cleared, no one dared to come forward and disturb them.
The owner of Wanbao Pavilion, upon receiving the news, hurried over and stood respectfully behind the counter like an ordinary servant, his face full of smiles as he personally attended to these little ancestors.
"This beaded flower is so pretty. How about I put it on you?" The Emperor held up a red beaded flower and motioned it toward the two small pigtails atop Daomang's head.
Daomang glanced at the beaded flower with disdain. "No, it doesn't match the clothes I'm wearing today."
