The second gift was a set of jade toys from my uncle Chu Heng, including a figurine, a pony, a bird, a pig...

Each one is so cute and lifelike that a three-year-old baby can’t resist it.

The third gift was a wolf-hair brush given by teacher Xiao He.

Although Ying Zhao already had the small jade pen given by his father, the little guy said that he could use it in rotation. He had already learned the principle of sharing the joys and sorrows equally without any instruction.

"Hey, Zhao Zhao is about to open Father's gift~"

"Well, I shouldn't disappoint Zhao Zhao."

Looking down at the smiling little boy, Ying Zheng squatted down and ruffled his hair. His usually cold and dignified face was full of kindness, just like an ordinary father who loved his child.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zhao excitedly opened the wooden box. Inside were flat round beads in black and white. The texture was crystal clear and it was obvious that they were carved from the finest white jade and black jade.

However, for the young prince who valued gold and jade, precious jade was not a rare thing. He cared more about its use.

"Father, what is this? Zhao Zhao has never seen it before."

Ying Zheng did not rush to answer, but picked up a black chess piece. The glossy ink color looked even more transparent between his slender white knuckles, and the man's steady and powerful voice rang out.

"It's called chess, also known as go. Above it are images of heaven and earth, below are the rule of the emperor, in the middle are the power of the Five Hegemons, and below are the events of the Warring States Period. Isn't playing chess a game of chess with life?"

"Life is like chess. Never regret your moves. I wish Zhao Zhao could be a chess player, not a chess piece, and control his own destiny."