The little boy was four years old and just a bit over two feet tall. His bedroom was filled with vases, statues, paintings and other artistic riches. Golden sheets and pillows sat atop a bed that was large enough for a fully grown adult to get lost in, let alone a child. Further, the boy was dressed in the finest black and gold silks.
Ironically, though his decor was fancy, his personal interests were not.
“Ball!” the little boy said as he rolled a leather ball across the marble floor. When the ball reached the wall, it bounced back. The boy caught it, rolled it up to the wall and repeated the process.
“Hee hee,” the young one giggled. “Ball!”
A fist pounded on the door.
“Ball,” the boy said as he rolled his favorite toy again.
“Oh glorious one?” came the muffled voice of Nianzu from out in the hallway. “I humbly request an audience, please.”
The boy grew tired of rolling and switched his game up to throwing. He tossed the ball against the wall and caught it on the bounce back. “Hee hee! Ball!”
Nianzu tried again. “Unspeakable danger approaches, your majesty. We must get you to safety at once.”
Crash! The boy laughed as his ball smashed a thousand year old vase to smithereens.
“Is everything alright in there, exalted one?” Nianzu asked.
The boy clapped his hands together, giving a stirring round of applause to the devastation he’d created. “Ball!”
Out in the hallway, the trio consulted one another.
“Should we just smash the door down?” Nianzu asked.
“And be executed for treason?” Tengfei inquired.
Nianzu shrugged. “It’s not like he actually knows what’s going on.”
Weiyuan and Tengfei’s mouthes dropped.
“Blasphemy!” Weiyuan cried.
“Sacrilege!” Tengfei shouted.
The duo dropped to their knees and started kowtowing towards the door.
“He does not speak for us, oh wondrous son of heaven!” Weiyuan cried.
“Kill him, exalted one!” Tengfei shouted. “Please spare us and kill him!”
Nianzu rolled his eyes. “Idiots.”