Zhao Huan pointed to the two notches on the blade and said, "Look, I left these two holes for you, and it's still so broken."

Zhao Wu held the knife to his chest and said excitedly, "This knife has been with me for over ten years, thank you!"

Zhao Huan said, "This sword was already quite good to begin with; it's a fine sword. Now, with the addition of Black Scale Gold, it's a treasured sword. Let's give it a name!"

Clang!

Zhao Wu inserted the knife into its sheath, then deftly drew it out and raised it above his head.

Snowflakes landed on the blade and instantly turned into white flowers.

Zhao Wu raised his eyebrows and said sternly, "Since this knife is broken, then it shall be called the Broken Knife!"

...

The snow in Zhao Wu's view gradually turned into a vast expanse of white.

Snow melts into rain, falling in fine, scattered drops.

He was carried off the carriage by Zhao Cheng and taken to Yu Yun Zhai, where the imperial physicians, who had been notified, were already waiting outside.

"Only my old man could come up with such a ridiculous way of naming a child!"

"When you are kind to others, or do them a favor, it's not about how good you are or how great the favor is, but about whether the other person is grateful."

"A person with a conscience will remember you even if you turn to ashes. A person without a conscience will forget you and your grandfather even if you change your name to their father's!"

“I don’t need the Zhao family to remember you this way. It’s unfair to you because I always feel that even if you’re called Zhao Liu now, you’ll still be called Zhao Qi, Zhao Ba, or Zhao Jiu in the future. That’s a bad omen.”

"Whether you live or die this time, I want to give you a new name, a name that will never change in the future, a name that truly belongs to you!"

Zhao Cheng carried Zhao Wu to the bedside and gently laid him down.

"Your connection with the old man started with a tiger, and you're such a chubby-cheeked person..."

"From today onwards, your name is Zhao Hu!"