Chapter 110 has a misspelled name.

She liked this name herself.

Pomegranate?

pomegranate?

Isn't it a bit rustic, like a servant girl?

Zhao Xiheng teased her with flowers, but the little one got sleepy again. She opened her mouth, turned her head away, and went back to sleep.

She was only born recently, and all she did was eat and sleep. If she hadn't grown up to be so beautiful and adorable, she would have been quite a handful.

Anshiliu, Jinying, Jinpang, Tulin, Tianjiang, Ruoliu, Danruo, Shanliye, and Zhushi are all alternative names for pomegranate flowers. Zhao Xiheng picked out two of these names and had Wei Li make lots for them, then asked the ancestral tablets to shake them.

There were seven in total. She really liked the name "Danruo" because it sounded elegant and delicate, like a charming little girl.

This time it went extremely smoothly; out of the seven fortune sticks, Dingdang drew one.

Wei Li picked it up and showed it to her, "It's not Danruo, it's Tu Lin."

He added, "If you like the name Danruo, then we'll call her Danruo."

"No, no, no." Zhao Xiheng grabbed his hand and muttered for a while. Wei Tulin was more likely to be muttered than Danruo, and he had a natural air of refined elegance and unconventionality.

"Tu Lin is also very good."

Wei Li couldn't tell whether it was good or bad; he thought to himself that the name "Pomegranate" would be better.

The word "pomegranate" sounds festive, like a little girl with rosy cheeks. Even if it can't be called "pomegranate," "Danruo" would be lively. Although "Tulin" also means pomegranate, the word itself is desolate.

Zhao Xiheng looked at the two flowers in her hand with a hint of regret. "She likes pomegranates but not gardenias."

She sighed, "If she likes gardenias, then naming her Zhizhi would be lovely too."

"Then let's call her Zhizhi!" Wei Li said casually, letting Zhao Xiheng choose whatever she liked.

"Zhizhi?"

"Yes, Zhizhi."

"So cute, let's keep it as a nickname, Zhizhi, Zhizhi."

The two of them read it aloud several times and couldn't help but laugh; the name sounded so cute.

On his sixth trip, Sihu brought a jar of gold powder, an ink stick, an inkstone, half a cup of spring water, a fine wolf-hair brush, and a household register—everything was ready. He finally managed to obtain the name of Wei Li's daughter.

He was startled when he first heard it, but after being glanced at by Wei Li, he dared not say another word and quickly lowered his head to write it down.

Wei Li glanced at it; the handwriting was neat enough, and the three characters were written with gold powder, making them dazzling and eye-catching. Only then did he let him go.

After a child is born, celebrations are held for the "three-day celebration", "full moon celebration", "hundred-day celebration", and "first birthday celebration".

The third day is when she receives congratulations from all sides. The gifts for Zhizhi's third day have been received one after another and are being registered in the warehouse as her private funds in the future.

A banquet was held to celebrate the full moon, but Zhao Xiheng was in confinement for two months, and Wei Li wouldn't let her go out.

There were too many people and it was dirty outside, so he didn't take Zhizhi out. He just drank a few cups of wine outside, accepted the gifts, and that was it. After all, having a daughter meant things were different from before, and he needed to save more money for the family.

Wei Li was saving up for his daughter's future, and his officials were worried about how to prepare gifts for her 100-day celebration and first birthday banquet.

The official in charge gave Wei Li the newly made identity card from Zhi Zhi, which included his birth date, place of origin, parents, and relatives.

Along with it was a pure gold seal the size of a walnut, a gift for Zhizhi's one-month celebration. Among all the gifts, this small seal was the most exquisite and outstanding.

After the banquet, Wei Li showed Zhao Xiheng the box containing his identification card and seal.

The seal is shaped like a round pomegranate. The entire mature pomegranate, cast in gold, is split open on one side, revealing several pomegranate seeds inlaid with red agate. They gleam brightly under the candlelight, making it very beautiful and perfect for little girls to play with.

The bottom of the pomegranate was flattened, and four characters were engraved in seal script in intaglio: "Zhao Tulin's Seal".

Zhao Xiheng was startled and examined the name carefully by candlelight. She could still distinguish between "Zhao" and "Wei". She exclaimed, "The clerk was careless and engraved the name wrong."

Wei Li didn't say anything. She subconsciously looked up and saw him sitting to the side, his ears red, holding a lamp.

Zhao Xiheng sensed something was wrong, so she picked up her daughter's identification card, which also bore the name "Zhao Tulin".

When she turned her surprised gaze back to Wei Li, he had already put the candlestick back and was unconsciously rubbing the hem of his clothes.

“Zhao Tulin?” Zhao Xiheng held up the identification card, pointed to the three characters, and asked Wei Li.

"Zhao Tulin is Zhao Tulin, what are you yelling about in the middle of the night?" Zhao Xiheng saw that his face turned even redder. Wei Li stood up uncomfortably, pacing around the room like an old dog that had to pee.

“Zhao Tulin, not Wei Tulin,” Zhao Xiheng repeated. “Our daughter doesn’t have your surname. Do you want her to take my surname?”

"So what if she takes your surname? Anyway, she's your daughter. Whether she takes the surname Zhao or the national surname, I haven't wronged her. If you don't like her taking your surname, fine, then she can take mine." Wei Li snatched the identity card away. "Take my surname, take my surname." He awkwardly turned his face away, not daring to look at her.

He even made Zhizhi take Zhao Xiheng's surname. At a time like this, a normal person would say some tender words to bring the couple closer, but even a stubborn mule couldn't keep up with his words.

Zhao Xiheng's heart skipped a beat. She straightened up, knelt on the bed, and beckoned to him, "Come here!"

"What?"

"Good stuff, come on!"

Wei Li found it strange; why didn't she continue asking about names?

But it's okay not to ask, because even if you do, he won't know what to say.

No one knows where his surname came from; even his parents don't know it, so how would they know what his surname is?

It was just a name someone gave him when he was a wanderer. Other families wanted their children to take their father's surname to carry on the family line. If Zhizhi took his surname, she wouldn't even know whose family line she was inheriting. It would be better if she took Zhao Xiheng's surname and continued her father-in-law's ancestral temple.

Anyway, when they worship heaven and earth, they worship the memorial tablets of her parents. Even if his father-in-law and mother-in-law don't recognize him as a member of the Zhao family, can't he just force them to buy and sell?

Wei Li shuffled over step by step and stood by the bed. "What?"

Zhao Xiheng quickly hooked her arms around his neck and fiercely kissed his lips.

With increased speed and force, Wei Li's gums ached, his lips bled, and he staggered back two steps.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiheng was slightly embarrassed, gave a silly laugh, and released Wei Li's neck, intending to let it go.

Wei Li noticed that she was about to back away, so he quickly grabbed her waist, pulled her in front of him, and gently kissed her lips.

It's rare for them to offer this willingly; it's just a little blood loss, isn't it? What's there to be afraid of in such a small difficulty?

Like thunder striking fire, or dry tinder meeting a raging flame, Zhao Xiheng had already been in confinement for over a month, which was technically acceptable...

Especially since she became pregnant, the two of them have not been close for a long time.

The atmosphere gradually heated up, and the two kissed so passionately that they somehow ended up on the bed together, everything happening very naturally.

Wei Li suddenly pressed down on her hand, stopped moving, and buried his face in the crook of her neck to calm his heavy breathing.

His body was burning hot, his chest was heaving violently, his muscles were tense, and the corners and rims of his eyes were red.

This can't go on; Zhao Xiheng hasn't even finished her two-month postpartum confinement period.

And what if she gets pregnant again?

Zhao Xiheng was numb. Such a good atmosphere, and he just stopped?

Didn't you think that wouldn't work before? You stopped when she offered to let you?

She wanted to slap him on the head, but then she remembered the name "Zhao Tulin" and ultimately held back.

“Wei Li, only children who marry into a family take their mother’s surname.” Zhao Xiheng ruffled his thick, beautiful hair, pondering for a moment. “So, you mean you married into the family?”

Wei Li froze. It was one thing for him to know it himself, but it was another thing for Zhao Xiheng to say it like that. Even his heavy breathing stopped for a moment, and his burning body felt as if it had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

"But you made Zhizhi take my surname because you like me, didn't you?" Zhao Xiheng suddenly changed the subject, and Wei Li's hanging breath came out immediately.

"You know I did this because I like you, that's good enough." Wei Li buried his face in her neck again. "What kind of fine man marries into a family? I'm not some gigolo who lives off his wife."

Zhao Xiheng, let me tell you, you absolutely mustn't take my favor for granted and become arrogant.

Zhao Xiheng tugged at his reddened ear and chuckled as she replied, "Alright, since you like me so much that even your daughter can take my surname, I'll be a little gentler and more virtuous." She wondered what Sihu's expression was when he told Sihu that the child's name was "Zhao Tulin."

Aside from those who lacked ability, almost no men in the Great Zhou Dynasty were willing to let their children take their wives' surnames.

When they worshipped her parents' memorial tablets at the wedding, Zhao Xiheng could say that it was because Wei Li had no parents, but now she's teaching Zhizhi to take her surname.

When you put things together, it's almost as if he's subtly saying: I've married into the Zhao family, I'm a member of your Zhao family now!

He's shy, and this is already a very blatant expression, but Zhao Xiheng won't completely cover up his true feelings; it's enough that you and I know.

She pinched Wei Li's ear again, then suddenly her expression changed, and she quickly pushed him away, saying, "Get off, get off."

A hint of pain appeared on Zhao Xiheng's face.

"What's wrong?" Wei Li quickly sat up.

Zhao Xiheng was too embarrassed to say it, so she covered her flushed face and said, "Go and bring Zhizhi here."

"Zhizhi is broken... no, she's asleep." Wei Li nibbled on her ear, his tongue slurring nervously.

"Then wake her up," Zhao Xiheng said in a muffled voice, still covering her face.

“Calling her won’t help, she’s full.” His dark eyes sparkled as he glanced at her face, but his gaze darted away shyly.

“But, um… um, I can help you…” He cleared his throat.

His face flushed bright red, and Zhao Xiheng was almost cooked as well. She covered her face and refused to look at him, strongly resisting, "No!"

“Okay, the doctor said it’s okay.” Wei Li quietly unbuttoned her clothes. “What I suck out is the same as what Zhizhi sucked out. At worst, we can replace the thing you lost to me last time with this. See how good I am? I’m helping you, but I’m also canceling out one of your IOUs.”

Anyway, whether it's trying out all the positions in those thirteen books or this one, he's the one who benefits, and he says it all in a very high-sounding way.

He lowered all the curtains around him, creating a closed space.

"Ah Dan, they've grown so much bigger," Wei Li whispered to her, her voice filled with surprise.

"Shut up, or get out!"

"No, if you don't suck it out, it will hurt and get inflamed..." he kept talking.

Zhao Xiheng closed her eyes and covered her ears, cursing, "You old pervert, you bastard!"

I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I won't listen, I won't listen to this bastard's chanting.