Hearing this, Zhao Xiyan cracked a slight smile and said to Qi Yue, "Since he insists on sending gifts so frequently, it wouldn't be polite for me to refuse."
"..."
Speak of the devil!
Qi Yue's lips twitched slightly.
What on earth could Qin Zhongyu be gifting?
Having seen all sorts of fun things in her space, was there anything left in this world that could pique Zhao Xiyan's interest?
"Marquis, my lord, the gift list is here, and the present is just outside. How shall we handle it?"
As Hei Lie spoke, he bowed his head and stepped forward, placing a card on the small table in front of them.
A fragrance of ink wafted up, and Qi Yue recognized it immediately.
This was Qingyu Ink, beloved by noblewomen from various countries, fresh and ethereal—a delightful scent, albeit an expensive one for sure.
A feeling of astonishment surged within her.
Did Qin Zhongyu actually enjoy using things meant for women?