On the twentieth of September, the Capital witnessed the first snowfall of the year.
It wasn't heavy, but it fluttered down in a picturesque dance.
As a result, the confined Fifth Prince became quite displeased. By now, he could sit up properly, nestled within the cozy nook that Ye Zao had piled up with cushions, reaching his little hands out towards the glass.
He was very curious about the snow outside.
But he had little patience; after his curiosity waned, he started to fuss.
What did he care if it was snowing? It was keeping him from going out to play, wasn't it?
The nearly seven-month-old Fifth Prince was getting smarter by the day.
"It's snowing, Gun Gun," Ye Zao said as she pulled his little hand back. "You can't go out."
The Fifth Prince looked at his Mother, initially stunned, then began to cry out.
No way, he had to go out!
Naturally, Ye Zao wouldn't allow it. With this weather, what if he caught a chill?
