Li Xianyun was tidying up her needles and embroidery frame when Yelu Yan watched her with a smile.
At that moment, Li Xianyun's gaze fixed on his shoulder, prompting him to ask with a smile, "What's the matter?"
Li Xianyun pointed and said, "Khan, the stitching on your clothing has come undone."
Yelu Yan turned his head to look, noticing about a ten-centimeter tear at the right shoulder.
That afternoon, feeling out of sorts, he had called Ma Zhaoming over for a horse race, perhaps exerting himself too much and tearing his garment at the shoulder.
"It's not a problem, I'll have the embroideress from Zhijin Square mend it later."
Or perhaps simply replace it with a new one.
Li Xianyun's red lips parted as she offered, "Let me sew it up for you."
Yelu Yan hesitated for a moment before replying with a smile, "That would be good."
Seeing him remain seated, Li Xianyun laughed and said, "You'll need to take off your clothes."
