Five years later.
Outside, the snow began to fall sparsely, like finely sifted salt, then it danced wildly in the sky, cascading down quickly.
Inside, the heated floor made the room as warm as spring.
On the couch, a chubby little baby lay curled up like a small hill, trying hard to turn over, drool dampening the bib embroidered with "long life and prosperity".
Yu Tingwan watched from the side.
Seeing him turn over and back again, she playfully helped him over.
The baby was stunned for a moment, looked at his mother, and instead of crying, he broke into a giggle.
Tan Jiang came in from outside.
"Madam, the carriage is ready."
Upon hearing this, Yu Tingwan stopped her teasing. She wrapped the baby in thick cotton clothes and then asked Tan Jiang to fetch a tiger-head hat and shoes.
She bundled him up tightly.
Tan Jiang said, "Our little prince is really well-behaved, rarely cries."
"Is that a good thing?"
Yu Tingwan: "Wasn't our obedient Wei Zhizhi the same at first?"
