After a serious illness, Qi Shan became as fragile as a porcelain doll.
Since there was nothing for him to handle, he claimed he was so idle that all he could do was hold the newly acquired civet cat and sit beneath the corridor, basking in the sun.
He even gave the civet cat a name.
[Su Shang]
When Chu Yao heard the name and then looked at Qi Shan's pale, listless appearance, he said, "A single leaf heralds autumn's arrival; the dying cicadas cry out at dusk. Su Shang marks the season—Su Shang? Why did you give your 'new bride' such a miserable, mournful name for no reason? You might as well have called it Huai Xu."
Autumn's pale color was called "su," while autumn's bitter, biting winds shared the character "shang," hence "Su Shang." Just hearing it sounded neither festive nor auspicious.
Qi Shan lazily lifted his eyelids. "Because it sounds nice."
Summer had passed and autumn was on its way, so Su Shang was perfectly fitting.
As for whether it was festive or not—
Qi Shan did not believe in such things anyway.
Shen Tang was bored out of her mind as she propped her chin on her hand and watched the little fatty practice martial arts. She took the initiative to join their conversation, brimming with enthusiasm. "Its eyes are quite nice. Calling it 'Cui Wei' would work too. What do you think?"
Qi Shan and Chu Yao said in unison, "Vulgar."
As soon as the words left their mouths, the two exchanged complicated looks. Their brows twitched violently, and then they turned their faces in opposite directions.
Shen Tang: "..."
Was this the sort of thing they used their perfect rapport for?
Fortunately, the knock that sounded outside the door eased her unbearable awkwardness. She