"I think 'Frost Queen Consort' sounds nicer than 'Your Highness, the Princess.'
Xiao Mo.
What do you think?"
The next morning, Qin Siyao woke in bed and slowly opened her eyes.
As consciousness returned, the young woman recalled what she had said to Xiao Mo the night before.
The more she thought about it, the redder her fair cheeks grew, until the blush spread to her soft earlobes.
"H-How could I say something like that?"
Qin Siyao rolled over and lay facedown on the bed. Beneath her nightdress, her feet stretched taut as she patted the mattress again and again. The light fabric occasionally rode up, revealing her shapely, fair thighs.
Although she had already confessed her feelings to the man she loved, she still felt she had been far too forward and unladylike last night.
But when she recalled Xiao Mo's reply—"It does sound quite nice"—
the corners of Qin Siyao's mouth lifted in a happy smile. A sweet spring of joy and bashfulness flowed through her heart, and she couldn't help hugging her pillow and rolling around on the bed.
"Your Highness, Young Master Xiao is here."
Just as Qin Siyao was savoring Xiao Mo's words from the night before, Peanut's voice came from outside the room.
"Huh? Xiao Mo?" Qin Siyao froze, then said anxiously, "I-I know. Peanut, tell Xiao Mo to wait. I-I'll change."
"All right, Your Highness." Peanut answered, then turned to Xiao Mo and smiled. "Would you like to sit down for some tea and pastries, Young Master Xiao? You'll probably be waiting a while."
"Why?" Xiao Mo asked.
"As the saying goes, a woman dresses for the man she loves. Every time Her Highness sees you, she tries on who knows how many outfits," Peanut explained.
"Peanut, don't say things like that! I-I'll