Another year of spring arrives.
Zhao Junyao emerged from the pain of the previous year and returned to being the spirited emperor he once was.
He unraveled the mysteries in his heart, came to terms with past regrets, and let go of past sorrows.
His heart grew broader, and he became more mature.
Each hardship he encountered was like a sculptor's chisel, refining a piece of raw jade repeatedly, until it became a praised heirloom.
Over the next two years,
he busied himself with governing affairs and, in his leisure time, explored the people with Xia Ruqing.
In spring, they admired flowers; in summer, they watched the rain; in autumn, they enjoyed the maple leaves; in winter, they watched the snow.
A hundred miles around the Capital City were imprinted with their presence almost everywhere.
Life was fulfilling yet peaceful, perfectly described by a poem:
Spring has flowers, autumn has the moon; summer has cool breezes, winter has snow.
