Forbidden City, deep within the palace, Yu Hongshang glared at Li Xuan, brimming with anger, "It's one thing not to let Youlong practice martial arts, his bones are not yet set, and indeed it is not time for martial rituals. But why won't you let Youlong read and learn the rites?"
Li Xuan, unconcerned, held the little emperor and amused him with a paper crane, making the little emperor Yu Youlong laugh heartily.
At this time, it was already the thirteenth of August in the Second Year, Weixin Era, plus the previous year of Jingtai, this was approaching the third year since Yu Youlong's ascension to the throne.
The little emperor was also close to three years old, but perhaps due to some congenital deficiencies, his physique was smaller than that of normal children.
Fortunately, his body was still robust, plump and fair.
"How old is he? What books should he read? What rites should he learn?"
