Soon, Zong Zhengli came in holding a small baby.

Before he could even stand firmly on his feet, the emperor had already rushed over, eagerly hugging her with both hands, "Let me have a look!"

Holding it in my arms, I can smell the scent of milk.

He is sleeping.

The chubby little face is plump, round, cute and shiny. The tender skin is as delicate as a baby's and as smooth as silk. The long eyelashes are curly and straight. The facial features are very delicate. The two little fists are clenched together, and he is sleeping soundly.

The Emperor looked at it excitedly:

"Defu, come and see how much this child's eyebrows resemble mine!"

Defu: “…”

This is Prince Li's child, shouldn't he look like Prince Li? Why does he look like the emperor?

Come closer and take a look.

Ouch!

It seems that she really doesn't look like Prince Li, nor does she look much like Princess Li. However, the outline of her little face does bear some resemblance to the Emperor.

"Look at his little mouth, the way it's pouting, why do I feel like it's a bit like when Zong Zhengchen was angry when he was a child?"

"..." Defu clenched his fist and covered his lips: "Ahem!"

Cough twice as a reminder.

The child's father is here, but the emperor says that the child looks like another man. Isn't this humiliating and trampling on Prince Li?

The emperor reacted and immediately shut up.

"Li'er, don't take it to heart. I was quick to speak and accidentally said what was in my heart... No, I was quick to speak and said the wrong thing. I didn't mean it."

Defu: “…”

Zong Zhengli: "...As long as Father is happy."

Happy!

The emperor is happy!

He had been waiting for a grandson for ten years, his hair had turned white, and finally he had one. How could he not be happy?

However, to be honest, if this was Zong Zhengchen's child, he would make Zong Zhengchen the crown prince without hesitation; but he did not trust Zong Zhengli and would not easily hand over the kingdom of Dongling to Zong Zhengli.

He held the heavy child in his arms and gently pinched his little face:

"You fat boy, you are so fat and fleshy. You look like a glutton. When you grow up, which girl will like you?"

"Look at these long fingers. You can tell at first glance that he is a smart guy."

"Your ears are big, your forehead is full, and you are only one-tenth as pretty as I was back then."

They both: “…”

He was extremely happy, holding the child and talking all kinds of things, chattering here and there, from standing to sitting and then leaning, talking non-stop.

De Fu stood aside, grinning from ear to ear.

I haven't seen the emperor so happy in a long time.

"Your Majesty, he is asleep and can't hear you."

The emperor glared at him in feigned anger:

"What do you know? I am a descendant of the Zongzheng royal family, so I am naturally very smart since I was born. He can understand what I am talking to him."

Defu: But no matter how powerful he is, he is just a baby who was born two days ago...

Zong Zhengli stood aside, and when he saw that it was almost time, he spoke:

"Father, the child has not been named yet. I dare not make the decision on my own. I hope Your Majesty will grant him a name." He bowed and bent.

As the eldest grandson of the emperor, his name was naturally given by the emperor.

Previously, the emperor named the child of Zong Zhengchen and Qin Ye "Jian Guo", placing all the responsibilities of the country and the people on this child, hoping that the child could grow up to be an emperor of all ages, and placing high hopes on him.

Logically speaking, this name should be given to the child, but he did not want to favor King Li too much and encourage his arrogance.

The emperor held the child in his arms, pondered for a moment, and uttered one word:

"Yeah."

The word "Ye" means fire and sunlight, which means brilliant and dazzling. We hope that children can be upright, behave properly, sit upright, develop the demeanor of a gentleman, and have good morals and expectations.

He said:

"The word Ye is good. Let's name this child Zong Zhengzi Ye."