The affairs of the An Family did not affect the festive atmosphere of preparing for the New Year at the Weiyuan Prince Residence.
On the twenty-second of the twelfth lunar month, servants at the Prince Residence began hanging lanterns and festoons. Daozi and Xiao Moreng, on their way back to the main courtyard after practicing martial arts, curiously approached to watch people hanging red lanterns.
Watching rows of red lanterns being hung under the eaves, Daozi became intrigued and said to the servants, "Give me the lantern, I want to try as well."
But the servants dared not hand the lantern to Daozi: "Little Prince, hanging lanterns can be dangerous, we can’t let you take such risks." If anything were to happen to the Little Prince, even ten heads wouldn’t be enough to compensate.
Daozi was visibly upset: "You’re lying to me, I just watched you hang them, it obviously looks very simple."
The servants replied with a wry smile: "Little Prince, it only seems simple to you because this is what we do, and we are practiced at it. But you are still young, and should you fail to secure the ladder properly, you could fall."
Daozi loathed being told he was too young, and seeing that the servants were not obeying him, he felt extremely angry: "Just you wait, I’ll tell my mother about this, that you aren’t listening to me."
With that, he dragged Xiao Moreng towards the main courtyard.
Along the way, Xiao Moreng saw Daozi pouting fiercely and teased, "Those servants just now were only looking out for your best interest. You’re still quite young, and even I am not allowed to do these dangerous tasks at home."
Daozi frowned, his face still showing heavy displeasure: "But I just want to try it."
In the midst of speaking, they reached the main courtyard.
Daozi dashed into the room and saw Daohua sitting on the bed’s bench reviewing the list of gifts. He eagerly trotted over to her side and said aggrievedly, "Mother, the servants in the residence aren’t listening to this Little Prince."
Daohua diverted her attention from the list of gifts, glancing at Daozi with composure and asked, "What did you want to do now?"
The servants in the residence wouldn’t neglect her son unless he wanted to do something ’inappropriate’ again.
Daozi pouted: "Mother, I want to hang red lanterns, but they won’t allow me."
Daohua looked at Daozi: "Then why do you think they won’t let you hang them?"
Daozi huffed: "They say hanging lanterns is dangerous, but I clearly watched them doing it, and it looked very simple." Saying this, he shook Daohua’s arm.
"Mother, I want to give it a try."
Daohua knew that a child’s curiosity could not be altogether suppressed; otherwise, the more you forbid them from doing something, the more they would want to try it. If she refused him this time, the next time he encountered something that piqued his curiosity, he might secretly attempt it.
After some thought, Daohua said: "The eaves of our house are several times your height. If you were to fall from there, it would be very painful. Knowing this, do you still want to try?"
Daozi hesitated for a moment, then confidently nodded: "I want to hang lanterns for you, and also for our ancestors, grandmother, and Grandfather Chu."
Daohua smiled and ruffled Daozi’s hair: "Alright, mother agrees, but you have to wait until your father returns."
Xiao Moreng saw that his aunt had actually agreed to his little cousin’s request, feeling somewhat surprised.
He remembered, when he was seven or eight years old, how the Emperor had given a few palace lanterns to the Fourth Prince Residence. He too wished to hang them up for his father and mother, but was sternly refused by his mother.
He knew his mother meant well, but still, there was some lingering regret in his heart.
For his benefit, he had been prevented from doing many things since childhood, including quite a few tasks for which he never even knew the reasons.
Observing his aunt speaking softly to his little cousin, Xiao Moreng felt a sudden surge of envy.
His mother was busy and rarely had the time to accompany him like his aunt did with Daozi.
Impatient by nature, Daozi became restless after getting the permission from Daohua and kept asking when his father would return so he could go hang the lanterns.
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