Su Pan'er once again picked up the jasmine tea and drank three cups in succession before turning the cup upside down for everyone to see, then set the cup down.
She turned to look at Little Yanyan.
"How is it? The Empress Mother has been punished, so my little Yanyan should be happy now, right?"
"Happy, of course, I'm happy! Empress Mother, Little Yanyan is sure to beat you at pitch-pot today."
Little Yanyan, brimming with pride, took hold of Su Pan'er's hand again, wanting her help in strategizing: "Empress Mother, come watch Little Yanyan play pitch-pot! Just once, just one look, please!"
"Don't pull, don't pull anymore. You go play pitch-pot, and the Empress Mother will stand here and watch, how about that?"
This child really was sturdy—how had she not noticed before?
Brother Jing, who had been following Little Yanyan at her heels, now wore a face full of starry eyes, clearly admiring Little Yanyan's skill at pitch-pot as closely as he could.
