Gu Xijiu was sitting outside of the carriage with little Di Fuyi in her arms. Di Fuyi controlled the direction of the flying lion using a whip.
Both of them leaned close to one another. Gu Xijiu took a look at the child she was embracing and gently rubbed his forehead.
The flying lion was a beast of principle and character. When Gu Xijiu tried to maneuver the carriage, he would not follow her instructions and dragged the carriage around in a circle instead. Gu Xijiu did not know what to do with it. She had no choice but to carry Di Fuyi in her arms while driving the carriage.
The flying lion took off swiftly into the sky. As tame as a rabbit, it followed Gu Xijiu's instructions loyally and would even wag its tail in an attempt to impress him.
Gu Xijiu felt that the situation had somehow triggered her maternal instinct. She was worried that he might be cold outside, so she even prepared a woolen blanket to keep him warm.