In the tenth year of Tianshun's reign, in the seventh month, within a grand residence in Xizhou City, Jingxian was coaxing her little daughter Yanran, who was playing. "Come, Yan'er, look what mother has here, come and take it." Jingxian held a lovely pink doll, teasing her little daughter to walk over to her.
Jingxian's daughter, named Yanran, was as cute and fair as jade just like Jingxian was when she was young. Perhaps because the little one was always held by others since birth, she began walking much later than others. Yanran was born at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, and at over twenty months old, she still toddled unsteadily.
Little Yanran was quite chubby. Although the North's July was no longer very hot, the little one's forehead and face were still covered with plenty of sweat. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing her white arm segments that resembled lotus roots, chubby and endearingly cute section by section.
