Lin Wanyi understands well how to speak pleasing words now.
The Emperor glanced at her, visibly pleased with what she said.
It was worth going through all this just to accompany her.
"In a few days, it will be your birthday. Is there anything you desire? I will gift it to you."
Lin Wanyi was taken aback, completely unexpected that the Emperor would say this.
The twenty-second day of the twelfth month marks Lin Wanyi's eighteenth birthday.
She originally planned to simply spend it like the Second Prince.
After all, the Emperor would not be present, nor her family.
No matter how lively it becomes, it would be pointless.
Yet, the Emperor returned and asked her about birthday gifts, leaving her speechless.
"What's wrong, speechless?"
"Pardon me, Your Majesty; I didn't think of anything at the moment."
"No problem, just think about it and tell me once you've decided."
Then he unbound both their hair and tied it loosely with silk ribbons, allowing them to continue drying.
