From Ganzhou Guard to Liangdu, along the way, Daozi and his group, with both elderly and children, traveled at a very slow pace.
Daozi was really too restless, and seeing this, Xiao Yeyang would take his son horseback riding every morning before the sun came up and every evening after it set.
This had Miaozi utterly thrilled; he kept calling 'Daddy, Daddy, Daddy' nonstop on the road. Even Daohua, who he usually clung to the most, now seemed less appealing. Every morning, the first word he uttered when he opened his eyes was 'Daddy.'
Sitting in the carriage, Daohua watched the father and son riding and couldn't help but speak sourly: "It's true— boys really do prefer playing with their fathers."
Gu Jian glanced sidelong at his disciple and shook his head silently in exasperation: "How old are you now, and you're still getting jealous over the attention the child's father gets!"
