As day broke, the person inside the carved wooden bed of the prince's mansion pulled the brocade quilt over their head and replied with only two words: not going. The young eunuch rubbed his hands anxiously, with a bitter face reciting that the time for the morning court had arrived, yet there was not the slightest movement inside the bed curtains. This person, noble as a prince, simply wanted to sleep a little longer on a spring morning, wanting to go to the garden to water flowers and pull weeds, watching the sunlight fall upon the petals. He did not fail to understand responsibility, but only gradually found that the endless memorials to be reviewed day after day and the endless court assemblies made him forget that the wind was warm and the flowers were fragrant. Thus, on this day, he simply put his court robes aside, accompanying the person by his side as they busied themselves in the garden.