Da Bao Su Xiao Mo, a child with such a delicate face as if carved from jade. Though only four years old, his teeth were red and white, and while he was still chubby like an infant, you couldn't hide the depth in his eyes.,The carriage was now rumbling along the path, the road to the Imperial City far from smooth. The ride was bumpy and unsteady.,It has been five years since I left the capital of the ancient Yue kingdom. Today, finally, I am going back!。