Bai Zhi'er played with the Asura Guard until almost noon before returning to Ruizhu Palace.
Bai Xilie specially set aside his official duties at noon to return to the palace and have lunch with his daughter.
After lunch, he took Bai Zhi'er to the courtyard.
"Zhi'er, come try the swing. I made it for you. See if you like it."
Bai Xilie lifted the little one onto the swing.
As the swing moved, Bai Zhi'er was very happy.
"Higher, father!"
Bai Zhi'er looked at the sky, her laughter like glass tapping on the water surface, crisp and delightful.
Bai Xilie reached out to push the swing, always keeping his arms ready in case his daughter should fall.
At this moment, an Imperial Guard came in through the door.
"Emperor, Old Sir Su requests an audience."
Bai Xilie steadied the swing, speaking calmly: "Didn't we just meet him this morning? His health is poor; why has he come again?"
Bai Zhi'er looked up with big eyes: "Father, who is Old Sir Su?"
