Mentioning Lanjiabao.

The name is probably Blue Dragon?

It seems alright.

Everyone nodded.

Unexpectedly, Murong Yue said something.

"It's faster than a rabbit."

"Let's call it Blue Rabbit."

Everyone: ...

never mind.

Lan Tianqi: As long as the child is happy.

Mei Wuxiang: Luckily it was a rabbit, not a mouse.

Lan Anting: What a great name!

Ah Hao: A name that His Majesty likes is a good name. His Majesty must be thinking of Little Grey Wolf...

Qi Yuan silently hid his broadsword behind his back.

This knife doesn't have a name yet...

May 10th.

Murong Yue's birthday.

Even the ministers far away in the capital were obliged to offer their birthday greetings to His Majesty.

The ministers performed a grand salute to the empty Hall of Supreme Harmony.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

The days when His Majesty is not present.

I'm so bored.

The endless stream of memorials to the emperor.

Even when His Majesty was alive, there were always endless memorials to review.

But... something's different.

Li Xuanji then fed the hedgehog and the rabbit.

The two little ones have grown up now.

Its fur is fluffy from being pampered... and it's lazy and loves to eat.

It rolled over on its belly on the lawn in the courtyard of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

It's probably because the food here is good and the environment is nice.

The two little ones have never gotten lost.

Only Little Grey would occasionally climb onto the roof and remove the tiles.

"Grand Preceptor, have the congratulatory gifts for His Majesty been sent?"

Minister of Revenue Jiang Feng asked the question.

They send Murong Yue a birthday gift every year.

Murong Yue didn't like jewelry and jade, so she gave her calligraphy, paintings, and trinkets instead.

On one occasion, Zhang Yuqing even gave Murong Yue a beautiful stone.

They said they found it by the river.

Murong Yue quite liked it.

As for the other officials, they could only write a birthday greeting to Murong Yue; they had no opportunity to give gifts.

This is Murong Gan's rule.

To save them the trouble of spending money.

His Majesty is not here this year, so their gifts must not be lacking.

Let's give it to Li Xuanji and send it out together.

Li Xuanji was holding a rabbit on his arm.

The sage-like figure of ordinary days has now become much more humane.

"It's been delivered."

"It was sent together with General Yan's."