"So this was the surprise you had for me?"
Su Nan looked at the moonlight-colored long dress before her, several black lines seemingly appearing across her forehead.
"Of course." Zhao Xijun clasped her hands behind her back and skipped around Su Nan in a circle. "You usually wear either armor or men's clothes. I've never seen you in a dress before. Put it on and let me see."
Su Nan looked conflicted. "...Could you change your request?"
"Um... but today is my birthday, and you said before that you would agree to any reasonable request I made." Zhao Xijun blinked, and a mist of tears seemed to gradually well up in her eyes.
"Fine, fine, fine. I'll agree, all right..." Su Nan sighed and rubbed her forehead with a headache.
A dress...
She truly did not like wearing this sort of clothing, but today, she could only make an exception.
Zhao Xijun immediately looked delighted, her disappointment vanishing in an instant like smoke scattered by the wind. "I heard from General Bai that you learned to dance with the maids at home. Could you dance one for me?"
"Mm." Su Nan agreed. She had already put on the dress, so dancing another dance did not seem like much.
It was the mindset of smashing the jar once it was already broken.
"Xiao Shuang, take Su Nan to change."
"Yes, Princess. General Su, please come with me."
Zhao Xijun watched the two leave, then threw herself onto the large bed nearby and rolled around several times in excitement.
Su Nan in a dress... she had never seen that before.
Perhaps those Imperial soldiers who had been frightened out of their wits by slaughter could never have imagined that General Su was a woman who could dance.
After all, Su Nan always