Ye Zao took her son for a stroll in the Imperial Garden.
The chrysanthemums were still in bloom, but they wouldn't last much longer.
The Fifth Prince walked more steadily than he had a few days earlier, steadied by Xiao Tingzi. He moved at a slow, leisurely pace.
Suddenly, he saw a cluster of Qiang Wei roses that hadn't withered yet, and something about them felt familiar.
He twisted his little body, wanting to go pick them.
Xiao Tingzi quickly guarded him.
Of course, for a child not yet two years old, picking flowers was quite a big deal.
Xiao Tingzi could only pluck them for him.
Then the Fifth Prince turned and called for Ye Zao, "Mother!"
Ye Zao stood up and walked over, "What is it?"
The Fifth Prince reached out, trying to insert the flower into Ye Zao's hair. But being too small, he not only failed to place it in her hair but instead poked it into her eye.
