{EMPEROR ZONG YU'S REIGN OF GREATNESS: The Third Year}
Qing Ying gurgled with amusement as she picked up my calligraphy brush, waving it around as though she was painting the air.
With my daughter on my left hip, I attempted to finish writing my instructions for the Inner Bureau.
Finishing the decree, I stamped my seal upon it and rolled it up with one hand. My daughter babbled loudly, throwing the brush back down on the table and nearly upending the ink stone.
"Hey, don't do that," I chided, turning my voice stern upon the 10-month-old. Qing Ying grabbed fistfuls from my robes, giggling.
"Su gonggong, send this to the Inner Bureau. Tell them to inform the other concubines of their duties."
I waved for my eunuch, who had been waiting on me at my study desk, and sent him off.
"Baby," I said, sitting down at the tea table as Su left.
I stood my daughter on my lap, her wide eyes blinking up at me as I made my voice higher.
