Chapter 456 Hu Shanxiang Ends
She was not very willing to let the child's father get the naming rights for the child, but actually she had no reason to stop it. She could only find a roundabout way to save the situation and see if the child's grandfather or great-grandfather wanted to bid for it.
Fortunately, she and her son were lucky. Zhu Di, who had been in seclusion in Qingshou Temple for many years, actually solved her urgent problem. Just when the prince was about to reveal the wonderful name he had chosen to his family, Zhu Di suddenly sent someone to give the child the word "Feng".
Zhu Qifeng, this name can't be said to be bad, but "Feng" means the edge of a sword, which can injure people and defeat enemies. Such an extreme word is more suitable for a general who expands the territory rather than a royal child.
But who here could refuse this name?
Zhu Zhanji smiled and thanked him from afar. After the family finished their meal, the couple returned to the East Palace and closed the door. However, they saw that he was obviously unhappy. He pulled Shanxiang to lie on the couch and sighed softly.
"You really don't like the name grandpa gave you?"
"That's not the case. I understand Grandpa's intentions. The word 'Feng' is also good, but..."
Zhu Zhanji hugged her, sniffing the faint pine and cypress fragrance on his wife's body, and his voice was full of regret: "I also want to give our child a name, and I have considered this word for a long time. I really want to use it on our child."
Seeing how pitifully he spoke, Hu Shanxiang became a little curious. After all, the original play was very different from the current one. Maybe Zhu Zhanji had a better name?
"So what character did you choose for your child?"
"Zhen! Zhen, also means to suppress. I hope this child can help Qi Yu defend our Ming Dynasty in the future! What do you think?"
"Zhu Qizhen? Um...are you hungry? I'm sleepy. Let's get settled early."
The corners of Hu Shanxiang's mouth twitched slightly. She felt that she was really crazy to think that he could come up with another reliable name.
It was truly a blessing from the Zhu family that he didn't succeed. Otherwise, when facing the biological son of the "Ming Dynasty God of War" AKA the Wala student every day, Hu Shanxiang was afraid that she would not be able to resist the urge to take action.
Zhu Qifeng is good, this name sounds domineering, he doesn’t seem like someone who can be an emperor!
"Hey, why are you going to sleep now? You haven't even told me if my name is okay or not?!"
"It doesn't matter whether it's good or not, Grandpa has already made the decision, so don't think about it anymore, just go to sleep."
Hu Shanxiang seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact she was moving very fast. After she said this, she had already reached the bed, lifted the quilt, lay down and closed her eyes.
Zhu Zhanji, unwilling to give up, had no choice but to lie down beside her silently, still worrying about this matter before going to sleep.
Unfortunately, he was doomed to fail.
Five years later, in the first year of Zhu Zhanji's reign, Hu Shanxiang gave birth to a daughter and named her Zhenqi.
The emperor had prepared the word "zhen" for a long time but still couldn't use it.
During the ancestral temple sacrifice that year, Zhu Zhanji stayed for a long time. When he came out, he told Shanxiang that he was discussing with Emperor Taizong Wen and Emperor Renzong Zhao whether they could find a way to give him a son in the next pregnancy so that he could use this name.
Hu Shanxiang just laughed it off.
Unless he goes and has a child with someone else, there is no possibility for her at all.
The name Zhu Qizhen must not have anything to do with her child.
So he waited and waited, from the first year of Xuande to the twentieth year of Xuande, until his hair and beard turned white, but the name never came in handy.
"The children are gone?"
"I left and said I'd come see you tomorrow."
Hu Shanxiang sat on the edge of the bed, tucking in the corner of the quilt for the angry emperor. Zhu Zhanji snorted and tilted his head back into the bed, "Don't let them in tomorrow. They're all vying to be your informants. I'm drinking a glass of wine and four pairs of eyes are watching! They're really rebellious!"
"The children are also concerned about your health. The imperial physician said that you are old and should avoid alcohol and fatty foods."
"The imperial physician loves to exaggerate. I'm not like my father. Look how hungry you guys are. All I eat all day is stir-fried lettuce or pickled cabbage. It makes my eyes green."
The man grew angrier as he spoke. Seeing that his face had turned red from holding it in, Shanxiang quickly smoothed his chest and said, "Come on, you have a big white beard, and you're still angry with a child?"
"...Anyway, I won't see them tomorrow."
"Okay, okay, then I won't see him. I'll go tell the Crown Princess and Princess Qing later that they don't have to bring their grandchildren here tomorrow, so they don't have to go through the trouble of not even being able to see their grandfather."
Zhu Zhanji quickly turned his head and said, "Who said I didn't see them?"
"Pfft... cough, okay, sons are worthless, but grandsons are more prestigious? Ordinary people say: The youngest son and the eldest grandson are the lifeblood of the old man. Didn't those two little ones also file a complaint against you? Why don't you get angry with them?"
Shanxiang's words were taunting, and Zhu Zhanji raised his eyebrows, his stubborn temper flaring up: "How can they be the same! How old are they? How could they understand these things? Those two brats, huh, and Yinyin and Zhenqi..."
His voice gradually faded, drowned out by his kind and gentle features. Finally, he sighed, "Life is determined by fate. I've already accepted it. Why should you care so much?"
These words were like a spell, and Zhu Zhanji calmed down. Seeing Shanxiang lower her head, he turned around and comforted her: "I have no regrets in my life. You should be happy for me."
"...What about me? You waved goodbye and left without any regrets. What should I do?"
"You... the children will accompany you. I know you don't like this palace at all, but you have to stay here just to keep me company. When I leave, you will be free."
Zhu Zhanji smiled and took her left hand, interlocking their index fingers. He looked at the similar scars on them with a sly and complacent smile: "I know they can't trap you. When I die, take a piece of my hair. With such a beautiful country, how can you not take me with you?"
"Are you really willing to let me go? You don't want me to be buried with you?"
"Come on, we've been married for thirty years, so let's stop pretending. If I don't die, I won't let you leave me." Zhu Zhanji got up from the bed, put on a single layer of clothes, and opened a window. "Today is the fourteenth day, but I see that the moon is already very full."
"My family was born into a rebellious family. Even though my grandfather became the emperor and I became a glorious grandson, I still often woke up in the middle of the night. That was until I met you."
Zhu Zhanji embraced Shanxiang as she walked toward him, and together they looked up at the moon in the sky: "You have accompanied me here for thirty years. From now on, it is my turn to accompany you."
"I said I would never leave you again, so please don't forget me."
"……good."
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