The Bratty Little Baby and Her Defiant Tyrant Father

At court, his icy gaze kept the assembled officials from daring to look up. After court, he would squat in the imperial garden and chase butterflies with the little one. He secretly had tiny pockets sewn into his dragon robe to hold the child’s favorite candied fruit, and even quietly changed a palace rule to say, “No running or jumping in the Imperial Study.” His reason: “Zhu’er’s laughter is sweeter than memorials.”