"Your Majesty, you're being unfair!" Ye Jingyan accused.

"How about I think of one for you too?" Ye Jingchen asked her with a smile.

"Okay, okay!" Ye Jingyan happily agreed.

"How is Xiuning?" Ye Jingchen asked deliberately.

"Not good! I want to think for myself!" Ye Jingyan's smile vanished. She let go of Ye Jingchen's sleeve and returned to her seat angrily.

Although the name 'Xiuning' has a good meaning, the two characters themselves seem too ordinary and do not match her noble status!

"Why should you, at thirteen, be in such a hurry to make decisions for your eighteen-year-old self?" Ye Jingchen shook his head with a smile.

"Even if I'm eighty years old, I won't use such a common word as my title," Ye Jingyan said angrily.

“Alright, take your time thinking about it. If you can’t figure it out, you can ask your third brother-in-law; he’s the most knowledgeable among us,” Ye Jingchen said with a smile.

Ye Jingyan snorted coldly, turned around, and sat with her back to Ye Jingchen.

Everyone laughed.

We chatted for a while, and before we knew it, it was lunchtime.

To accommodate Xie Chang'an, the immobile birthday celebrant, lunch was served in the courtyard of Chang'an Residence, and only the two of them were present; the elders of the household did not join them.

Ye Jingchen sat next to Xie Chang'an and fed him.

Xie Chang'an didn't even have to lift a finger; the food was fed directly to his mouth.

Ye Jinghe's eyes turned into sharp blades, relentlessly stabbing at Xie Chang'an.

Everyone else looked at Xie Chang'an with envy. Although he had been beaten quite badly, the fact that he could be fed by the Crown Prince himself made the beating worthwhile.