The Young Emperor sat on the boat, watching the white snow falling along the banks, and felt utterly wonderful.
Finally, no more suffering in the palace.
"Mother, mother!!" The Young Emperor grabbed Chuzheng, pointing her to the distance: "Look."
Chuzheng showed little interest: "Look at what?"
"Snow!!" The Young Emperor was excited.
"Haven't seen it before?"
It snows every year in the Imperial City, what's there to see?
The Young Emperor, with limited experience, replied: "I've never seen this kind of snow."
Mountains and rivers stretching far, coated in a layer of silver, a magnificent sight.
Chuzheng: "..."
Making a fuss over nothing.
Chuzheng turned back to the cabin, and the Young Emperor frolicked outside for a while before coming inside exhausted.
For the first few days after leaving the palace, the Young Emperor found everything fascinating.
Even a worm could have him babbling for ages.
