Chi Xingye entered the hall and was taken aback by the sudden appearance of all kinds of toys that weren't there when she left in the morning. These elders sure work fast, she thought.
The Elder Queen watched eagerly as Chi Xingye carried Chengcheng into the room, then seemed to remember something.
She turned around, picked up an interesting toy and, disregarding her own image, started coaxing Chengcheng to make him happy. Finally, after persistently coaxing him for the thirtieth time, she asked, "Darling, would you let your great-grandmother hold you?"
Only then did Chengcheng reluctantly put down his toys and let the Elder Queen hold him.
After all, Chengcheng was a three-year-old child, and as the weight of his small body pressed down on her, the Elder Queen, already advanced in years, wobbled unsteadily under the weight.
Chi Xinge quickly stepped in to support her.
The elderly emperor by her side extended a helping hand, "You are old and frail, let me hold him!"
