"Yes, tomorrow when you go to court, you must remember to tell the Liu family that Niannian's name is now Song Zhenbao, understand?"
When pronouncing the name Song Zhenbao, Song's mother emphasized the words.
Song's father guessed what his wife meant, and his eyes lit up. "Wanwan is so smart. I promise I'll explain it properly after court. That old scoundrel Liu Yue is coming back. If I don't anger him, I'll change my surname to yours!"
At first, Song's mother didn't react, but after reading it again, she raised an eyebrow and pinched Song's ear with her hand.
"Song Anhuai, you take my surname, so you're also surnamed Song!"
Song's father, whose ears were being pinched: Hehe, I miss my old wife who used to be so innocent and shy when she looked at him.
...
Qingyin was in the courtyard, unaware that her decision to give her daughter a new name almost led to a tragic end for her elderly father.
The next morning.
The officials went to and from court as usual.
Lord Song, who was woken up very early by his wife, walked wearily on his way to court with his eyes still blurry and sleepy.
Along the way, officials would sometimes meet familiar friends and chat as they walked.
Song's father then met an old friend, Wang, a senior official in the Ministry of Rites.
Good morning, Lord Song.
"morning."
"What is Lord Song's opinion on yesterday's political affairs?"
"morning."
Wang Langzhong: "..."
Dr. Wang snapped out of his thoughts on political affairs and glanced up at Song Anhuai, who was walking stiffly forward.
His half-open eyes and the huge, dark circles under his eyes undoubtedly told his friend why he gave an irrelevant answer to his question.
Doctor Wang asked with genuine concern, "What did you do yesterday? Why are you so tired?"
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