Maternal Aunt Zhao had seen Ye Yuan fall down several times and felt both distressed and pleased. She was pleased that the young lady and Young Master Qi did not mind Yuan's young age, and that they could let Young Master Qi patiently play with him and treat him like a younger brother.
She also felt sorry for her own son. Such a small child, let alone in Duke An's Mansion, even in a smaller household like their Zhao Family, at his age, would be carried around by maids and old woman servants, and would never roll around every corner of the mansion during the winter season, getting covered in dust and with his nose and cheeks turning red from the cold.
