Linlin calmly replied, "Star."
Risheng.
Not only does it exude an air of dominance, but the name "Star" also sounds great.
Moreover, the star in the seal script is above the character "", with three "" on it.
That's such a powerful name!
And so, Wuxian's name was settled easily and happily: Yuwen Xing.
The three new children in the household are all very well-behaved. They eat their fill, sleep, play after waking up, and then eat and sleep again.
Because Tang Zhuyun is a doctor, she took preventative measures against colic early on, so all of them are healthy.
Time passed day by day, and before they knew it, Song Jingyang had to leave.
Xiu'er was naturally reluctant to part with him, wishing she could become Siamese twins with him.
One day, the Prince of Jin sent someone to invite Song Jingyang over.
The two of them probably already knew what was going on—it was time to return to Qingzhou.
However, neither of them spoke.
Xiu'er nudged Song Jingyang: "I told you to go, hurry up; I'm going to sit with the Empress for a while with Guagua in my arms."
"Okay!"
Song Jingyang arrived at Prince of Jin's study, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace at the door, and then pushed the door open to go inside.
"Your Highness, did you summon me?"
The Prince of Jin gestured for him to sit down.
Song Jingyang lowered his head and said, "This subordinate knows it's time to go. I had already discussed with Xiu'er that we would pack up and leave in the next couple of days..."
The thought of separation is like a knife to my heart.
Xiu'er appears to be able to leave without hesitation, prioritizing her career, but he knows she secretly sheds tears behind his back.
The young couple, in the prime of their love, how could they possibly say goodbye?
Song Jingyang couldn't help but tear up, saying, "... I'm just so sorry to Xiu'er."
The Prince of Jin said, "Don't go to Qingzhou, stay here."
Song Jingyang was taken aback. "How can that be? Your Highness, I'm not complaining, I have to go back, I just can't bear to leave Xiu'er, I..."
"We need you here," said the Prince of Jin. "I'll send someone else to Qingzhou. You've pretty much got things settled there, so I'll send someone else. Right now, I have an even more important task for you."
Song Jingyang, however, felt that the Prince of Jin must be taking care of him.
"No, no, no, Your Highness, I must return to Qingzhou myself..."
During the argument, the Prince of Jin threw a letter at him.
Song Jingyang was bewildered. He picked up the letter, opened it, and stared blankly after reading it for a few seconds.
"You don't need to leave, but it's hard to say when you might have to," Prince of Jin said calmly. "Go back and spend more time with Xiu'er."
Knowing the seriousness of the situation, Song Jingyang didn't refuse any longer, gritting his teeth and saying, "Fine, let's fight! We've never been afraid of anyone!"
This letter was Zhou Yanhui's plea for help.
The Xia Kingdom is in grave danger!
The Tartars in the Northwest are stirring with restless energy.
The Prince of Jin nodded. "Indeed, we have never been afraid of anyone."
Song Jingyang gritted his teeth and said, "There's just one thing: you need to quickly take control of the military power in the Northwest!"
The Emperor sent Prince of Jin, probably anticipating potential changes in the Northwest.
He wanted the Prince of Jin to take control of the military and pacify the northwest.
When it comes to shrewdness and imperial strategy, the Emperor is a master.
I had previously planned to completely dismantle the Zhou Family in two to three years, but now it seems that it's too late.
Song Jingyang made a "beheading" gesture, a ruthless glint in his eyes, "Your Highness, since we're already at it, let's go all the way..."
Just like the bloodbath at the Eastern Palace.
But before the Prince of Jin could speak, he denied it himself.
"No, we don't have that much time..."
A bloodbath at the Zhou Residence is not an impossible feat.
The challenge lies in how to consolidate military power in a short period of time.
The Zhou Family still has many supporters. What if they protest on behalf of the Zhou Family and besiege the Prince's Mansion?
It's not that I'm afraid of them, but if the two sides fight it out, wouldn't the Tartars benefit?
That will absolutely not do.
The Prince of Jin said, "We must find out the Zhou Family family's true trump cards as soon as possible."
Once you know this, you can prepare in advance.
Ultimately, we have to take a hard line against the Zhou Family to achieve a quick victory.
"Zhang Qian isn't very capable," Song Jingyang said. "He's not exactly a trusted confidant of the Zhou Family. To be honest, Wu Zhenhai is better..."
The Prince of Jin said, "That won't be necessary."
He looks down on someone who is blinded by greed and will stop at nothing to climb the social ladder.
Wu Zhenhai has recently offended Prince of Jin.
He has now gladly accepted the marriage with Zhou Fu and occasionally sends gifts to the Zhou Family.
Zhou Fu objected to Zhou Xu being buried at home, so he moved her body to the hillside for reburial.
In short, after a brief period of sadness, he is now as cheerful as before.
His affair with the women under his command, his attempts to curry favor with the Zhou Family... everything seemed normal, Zhou Xu died in vain.
The Prince of Jin looked down on this kind of person and didn't want to use him.
Song Jingyang understood his meaning and didn't try to persuade him further, saying, "Then where Zhou Yanhui to..."
"Zhou Yanhui also written to the Zhou Family; let's see Zhou Family react. Also, I'll send someone to help her out and help her hold on."
Zhou Yanhui and the Zhou Family are actually related.
Over a hundred years ago, we all actually shared the same ancestor.
The Xia Kingdom always relied on the Central Plains for this reason—the ancestors of their rulers were also from the Central Plains.
It was only because the Xia Kingdom had its own beliefs that it was not forcibly annexed.
However, the Central Plains had always regarded the Xia Kingdom as their own backyard.
Now that the backyard is suffering, if we don't lend a hand, it's like our lips and teeth will be cold if we don't help.
Song Jingyang nodded.
The prince had his own plans; he just had to listen.
Prince of Jin waved his hand and said, "Don't tell Xiu'er anything yet. Just say I kept you here for another task, so the women won't worry."
"Yes, I understand."
Xiu'er was naturally happy to hear that Song Jingyang was not leaving, but she was also a little worried that it would delay the Prince of Jin's important business.
Song Jingyang explained repeatedly before she was finally reassured.
Time flies by, summer turns to autumn, the leaves turn yellow, and with a gust of autumn wind, only sparse leaves remain on the trees, making them look quite desolate.
Wu Zhenhai looked up at the sparse leaves of the sycamore tree and remained silent for a long time.
It's getting cold, Ruanruan, are you cold?
Your birthday is coming soon, and I've prepared a big gift for you. I wonder if you'll like it.
Zhou Xu's birthday is August 15th, a day for family reunions.
But she never knew what home was until she died.
The Prince's Mansion is also busy preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival.
In the past two months, Mingzhu and Cui Run's relationship has reached a new level.
Mingzhu is even starting to consider whether she should ask Ren Yingying for help.
--Because she started to care.
Tang Zhuyun told her to make the decision herself, but Ren Yingying said, "Do it! Why not! A man's greatest vanity is to have a woman's first time, really!"
Tang Zhuyun rolled her eyes at her.
Ren Yingying: "Look at you, now that you've found your perfect husband, you've become oblivious to the suffering of others!"
Even ordinary marriages require effort to maintain!
"Take me for example," Ren Yingying said, "I would never tell my future man that I've had eight boyfriends!"
Qu Nian:???
Tang Zhuyun: "Stop talking nonsense, the drawing doesn't count!"
Qu Nian: Oh, it's alive.
Ren Yingying: "Back in college, I was a real heartthrob! Later, I ruined my reputation and became a total spinster. Sigh, we were once so glamorous."
Qu Nian: Where's my knife?!