Prince Residence of Wei Yuan.
"Mom, why can’t the almighty big brother defeat the demon?"
In the east wing of the main courtyard, Daohua was sitting by the bed, telling the story of the Calabash Brothers to Daozi.
Hearing her son’s question, Daohua asked back: "What do you think?"
Daozi furrowed his brows and thought for a moment: "Because the demon played tricks, turning the Copper Coin as big as a mountain, too heavy for the big brother to lift."
Daohua nodded with a smile: "Daozi spoke well. Let’s think of it this way, imagine the demon as some officials, and these officials keep bringing silver to your dad. If your dad accepts all without refusal, guess, what would happen to your dad?"
Daozi opened his eyes wide: "Dad would be crushed by the silver."
Daohua laughed and patted her son’s back: "That’s why, one must learn to resist temptation, and control their desires and greed. A gentleman loves wealth but in an honorable way, one must not resort to unscrupulous methods to collect wealth, otherwise, they will be buried by silver in the end."
Daozi nodded his head, half-understanding.
Daohua smiled and covered Daozi with a thin blanket: "Alright, that’s the end of tonight’s story, time to sleep."
Daozi grabbed Daohua’s hand, not letting go: "Mom, wait until I fall asleep before you leave."
Daohua: "Okay, Mom will watch over you as you sleep."
"Mom, good night." Daozi smiled and closed his eyes.
Ever since there was a little brother or sister in Mom’s belly, she tends to sleep more, so Dad discussed and asked him to move to the wing room to live.
Initially, he was unwilling, but to avoid disturbing Mom’s rest, he reluctantly agreed.
Fortunately, Mom still comes to tell him stories every night and lulls him to sleep, which comforts his young heart a bit.
Mom still loves him the most!
Daozi thought joyfully, occasionally opening his eyes to see if Daohua was still there. Once assured that Daohua was consistently by his side, he felt at ease and soon drifted off into a pleasant dream with a smile.
Seeing her son asleep, Daohua lowered her head to kiss his cheek, then stood up and returned to the main room.
As soon as she entered, she saw Xiao Yeyang leisurely handling the ornaments in the room, his face relieved of stress.
Seeing his good mood, Daohua smiled and asked: "What’s making you so happy?"
Seeing Daohua return, Xiao Yeyang quickly came forward to help her sit down: "Did our son fall asleep?"
Daohua smiled and nodded her head.
Xiao Yeyang handed over the milk he had just brought from the kitchen: "You know, you shouldn’t spoil Daozi too much, he’s a boy, he doesn’t need you to go over to soothe him to sleep every night."
Daohua took a sip of milk: "It’s because he has just started sleeping separately from us, children need a lot of security, as parents, we naturally have to spend more time with them."
While talking, she paused and put down the milk.
"Children only stick to their parents for a few years, when they grow up, even if you want them to be close, they might not be willing."
Xiao Yeyang widened his eyes: "He wouldn’t dare!"
Daohua glanced at him: "Do you go close to your mother now? Do you go close to your father, the king?"
Xiao Yeyang: "...My situation is different."
Daohua: "That’s why, we need to give them enough love and companionship when our children need us. Without fostering affection from a young age, don’t blame the children for not being close to us when they grow up."
Xiao Yeyang touched his nose, thinking she made a good point, and found himself at a loss for words.
Never able to win an argument with his wife, sigh...
Xiao Yeyang again offered the milk to Daohua: "Drink it quickly, before it gets cold."
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