March, spring day, the peach blossoms are blooming.
Li Yuan placed the unsightly Ji Hu onto the wool blanket of the wooden chair and then ran, holding a large kite in the wind as he let it fly.
Ji Hu looked up as the kite soared, his eyes becoming focused, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds...
He happily waved his hands, making "yiyi ya ya" sounds or indistinct, unclear noises.
Li Yuan ran circle after circle, and then ran while holding Ji Hu until noon, at which point a dignified beautiful woman appeared at the gate of the courtyard.
"You two are having fun," Xie Wei said with a smile.
"Mom..."
"Your Majesty..."
Ji Hu babbled, reaching out, wanting to be held.
Xie Wei did not completely ignore this son of hers, naturally stepping forward to take the little boy from Li Yuan's arms. However, the closer she got, the more she could see the boy's unattractiveness.
