In the southern suburb of the capital, there is an imperial manor. Every spring planting season, the emperor would bring his sons and ministers here to plant rice seedlings.
On the way to the southern suburb, Zhao Yao looked around continuously while riding on horseback. The fourth prince kept a close eye on him, worried that he might fall off the horse.
"Fourth brother, there's a kite flying in the sky," Zhao Yao pointed at a kite in the distant sky, "It seems like someone's kite string has broken."
"Want to fly a kite?"
Zhao Yao nodded vigorously, "Yes, I do."
"Once we return to the palace, I'll take you kite flying." Last year around this time, the fourth prince took Zhao Yao to fly a kite.
"Alright, let's make a big kite then."
"Sure."
After Zhao Yao finished speaking, he lowered his head and kept looking at the roadside.
The fourth prince saw his body leaning more and more, about to fall, and quickly reached out to pull him upright.
"Sit properly."
