A name hasn't been chosen yet, but an identity has already been decided.

Even though this is a magical world with soul power, without the skyscrapers and intelligent technology of the previous life, and without flying swords everywhere, many common sense principles still apply.

For example, as a newborn, a baby still needs to stay with its mother and be fed by her.

but.....

"Take her away! Take her away!"

The woman's trembling and resistant voice reached my ears.

"lady..."

The maid holding the baby girl looked troubled, but the woman in bed turned her head away, unwilling to even look at her child. Her voice became somewhat shrill because of the maid's inaction.

"I said take her away! Didn't you hear me? I don't want to see her!"

The rejected baby girl looked listless, neither crying nor making a fuss, as if she couldn't understand what they were saying.

But upon closer inspection, one can see that the baby girl's fair and delicate face is filled with utter despair.

"Little Liu, I'm starving! Do you think my mom has postpartum depression? She's so resistant to me."

[I don't know, our main system has never experienced postpartum depression.] Mass-produced systems might not understand, but they can look it up: [This was originally a world in a book, how about I go and dig out the original plot of this little world for you?]

The baby girl thought it was okay.

Having information is always better than blindly following the crowd.

Unaware of the rich inner thoughts of the baby girl she was holding, the maid hesitated to speak as she looked at the rejecting Bibi Dong, but she was just a lowly maid and could not presume to say anything to her mistress.

She bowed her head and answered "Yes," and was about to leave with the baby girl when another white figure suddenly rushed out from the wide-open doorway and pounced on the maid.

The maid, whose cultivation was at the Soul Venerable realm, naturally recognized who was lunging at her. Her body, which had been about to dodge, froze in place. The next second, her hands were empty; the pale blue swaddled baby in her arms was snatched away, and another child's voice, filled with anger and disappointment, rang out—

"Fine, I won't watch it then!"

Qian Renxue snatched her sister away and stared at Bibi Dong, who was lying alone on the bed, with tears in her eyes. She looked like a little hedgehog covered in sharp thorns, her whole body standing up in defense.

"I thought you would change after you had your younger sister..."

Qian Renxue suppressed the urge to cry in front of Bibi Dong, took two steps back, and her pale purple eyes, brimming with tears, were filled with disappointment: "I didn't expect you to still reject your own child... In that case, we don't have you as our mother!"

Hearing the accusing cries, the woman's expression shifted slightly, and her fingers, resting on the thin blanket, tightened their grip on the sheet. Only after hearing the clattering footsteps did she turn her head as if waking from a dream, only to see a wisp of golden hair disappear before her eyes.

Mother...

The woman's bloodless lips trembled slightly, and she closed her eyes, trying to escape.

But those disappointed and aggrieved pale purple eyes were reflected even more clearly in the pitch blackness before my eyes.

The woman's resentful heartstrings were plucked, causing a small ripple. Soon, the innocent face before her disappeared, replaced by another face she loathed and wished she could tear to pieces.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her face deathly pale, staring blankly at the wrinkled blankets, motionless.

The maid left behind looked back at the woman who remained motionless, sighed, bowed, and hurried off to catch up with Qian Renxue.

Although she has not yet awakened her martial soul, Qian Renxue, as the young master of the Spirit Hall, has been receiving regular physical training since she began her studies at the age of three. Even while holding an infant, her running speed is still quite fast.

With the cultivation of a Soul Venerable, the maid's speed was naturally not slow. However, Qian Renxue was also a noble young master, so the maid did not dare to snatch her directly from Qian Renxue's hands. She could only keep a distance and follow behind Qian Renxue, trying her best to persuade Qian Renxue to send the young master she was taking care of back first. She had to report to the Grand Elder Bibi Dong that she was unwilling to take over feeding the young master.

After all, the little master has never had a drop of milk since birth and is currently starving.

Upon hearing that her younger sister was still hungry, Qian Renxue paused, a hint of hesitation appearing on her young face.

Seeing Qian Renxue stop, the maid was overjoyed and pressed on, "Young Master, please give the young lady to me first. If we delay any longer, she'll go hungry. Madam... she's not having an easy time either. I should report this to the Grand Elder first, what do you think, Young Master?"

lady...

Having been precisely hit on a landmine, Qian Renxue kept a straight face, her hand holding the swaddled baby tightening slightly, and continued running forward with a cold expression.

Like a wounded little animal, it charged headlong into its safe haven, shutting out all other outsiders.

The maid's anxious voice and knocking on the door were incessant. Qian Renxue, holding her younger sister, huddled in the corner of the soft bed, her head lowered, her expression hidden in the shadows.

But as her shoulders trembled, the baby girl felt hot tears dripping from above onto her chubby face.

"Why..." Qian Renxue raised her head, choking back tears as she spoke. Tears streamed down her tender face as she looked at another pair of similar pale purple eyes with a wronged expression.

“I know…she’s wronged too, but…but…she’s our mother…” Qian Renxue looked at her younger sister, who seemed unaware of what had happened, her eyes wide open as she stared at her. Her heart was filled with sorrow and resentment. “She can disown us…but this attitude, worse than that towards a stranger…”

Qian Renxue's voice trembled as she tried her best to suppress her grief. But no matter how precocious and sensible she was, she was still just a five-year-old child. Today, her birth mother's attitude was like a dam bursting, and the emotions that had been building up inside her burst forth. She lowered her head and sobbed.

Lost in her grief, Qian Renxue failed to notice the tenderness that had welled up in the baby girl's innocent eyes.

"Ah." Don't cry.

She stretched out her little arms and moved around in the swaddling clothes, her body slightly turned to the side. As Qian Renxue noticed the movement and looked up in surprise, the baby girl grabbed one of her arms, her crystal-clear light purple eyes looking at Qian Renxue, forming a crescent shape, and she let out another "ah".

Pretty sister, don't cry, let's give each other kisses and hugs, and let your sadness take flight!

Qian Renxue stared blankly at her sister's actions, opened her mouth, and was about to say something when the door she had locked was opened from the outside.

"Xiaoxue".

Qian Daoliu's deep voice clearly reached Qian Renxue's ears.

grandfather?

Qian Renxue sniffed, hurriedly put down the baby girl, and wiped the tears from her face, not wanting her grandfather to see her disheveled state.

However, she couldn't wipe away her tears as quickly as Qian Daoliu.

As Qian Daoliu walked gracefully to the large bed, he looked at his granddaughter's flustered little face. His gaze fell on the baby girl, who was lying on the soft bed, her eyes wide open, looking at him curiously. He sighed softly, walked to the side of the bed, and picked up his granddaughter with one hand.

The bed sank, and after Qian Renxue murmured "Grandpa," a warm weight settled on her head.

"Do you feel better now after crying?"

Qian Daoliu gently patted Qian Renxue's head to comfort her.

With tears welling in her eyes, Qian Renxue lowered her head in embarrassment and replied in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, Grandpa... I was being willful..."

Qian Daoliu shook his head. "It's alright, Xiaoxue. Grandpa understands that you have a lot of grievances and doubts in your heart, but there are many things that you shouldn't know at your age. When you're older, I'll tell you everything. I'll talk to her about it."

The grudges and grievances of the previous generation cannot be explained in just a few words.

Even if I told Xiaoxue, she wouldn't understand at her age.

Why.

Children are all debts.

A thousand strands of hair turned to tears, tinged with melancholy.

Qian Renxue pursed her lips, looked at her younger sister with her eyes open in her grandfather's arms, and said, "But Grandpa, she doesn't even want to see us, so how could she agree to raise my sister?"

They were just having the maid take their little sister away...

Qian Daoliu's eyes were deep, and his tone was as calm as ever: "Don't worry, she will agree."

Qian Renxue hesitated for a moment, "Are you going to... put pressure on her?"

Despite being only five years old, Qian Renxue is already receiving an elite education.

Sensing his granddaughter's hesitation and reluctance, Qian Daoliu smiled and said, "No. This matter naturally requires the consent of both parties. I will discuss it carefully with your mother."

Qian Daoliu used the term "negotiation".

Qian Renxue felt slightly relieved and turned her attention back to her younger sister. "By the way, Grandpa, my sister... she doesn't have a name yet..."

Even her name was given to her by her grandfather...

Qian Renxue's gaze dimmed.

Qian Daoliu's gaze fell on the baby girl, meeting her eyes in another pair of crystal-clear light purple pupils.

"As for the name..." Qian Daoliu pondered for a moment and said, "When you were born, the ice and snow were melting. When this child was born, although it was night, it was as if he were in daylight due to a miracle. So let's call him... Qian Yuelong."

If we compare angels to the sun, then this child is the radiant moon that illuminates the night, possessing a clever and ingenious mind.

I hope that this child will one day become the moon that illuminates their angelic race.

The baby girl, finally given a name, stubbornly spit out a bubble: "Ahhh!"

Whatever it is, please have mercy and give her something to eat first, she's starving!