What should he name him?
For several days running, Cao Mao had been pondering this question.
For several days running, Cao Mao had also been spending time with the little fellow. The baby could open his eyes now, but he still lay motionless, showing little response to the world outside.
But that did nothing to curb Cao Mao's affection. Sometimes, the emperor did nothing at all, simply sitting beside the little fellow and watching him sleep soundly. Even that was enough to make him happy.
This was the first time Cao Mao had set aside affairs of state.
Well, of course, what Cao Mao was doing now could hardly be called a trivial matter.
This was Cao Mao's eldest legitimate son, very likely the future crown prince and next emperor of Great Wei. As long as he neither died young nor rebelled, his right to inherit was secure.
It was only reasonable for Cao Mao to attach such importance to him.
Cao Mao had been eager to name his son these past few days, but despite having read ten thousand volumes, he seemed to have little talent in this particular area.
The name could not be too simple. The boy stood too high in the line of succession, and if his name was too simple, it would cause considerable trouble once he took the throne, with a whole host of words becoming subject to naming taboos.
And its meaning had to be considered as well.
While Cao Mao was still watching his boy, Zhong Hui's voice came from outside.
Cao Mao immediately sent a eunuch to bring the fellow in, lest he get into another clash with Cheng Ji.
Zhong Hui entered the Western Hall and bowed to Cao Mao, who smiled and gestured for him to come closer.
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