Dang Yan, with a dull and handsome face, said calmly: "Lord Cheng Xiang and the old man both care about the young lady, and the young lady will be happy."
"Dad, Grandpa, please give the child a name!" An Tingyu said with a smile on the bed. At this moment, she felt very happy. Although the person in front of her was not her real grandfather, nor her real father, not to mention that this father had completely ignored her not long ago, but at this moment, she really felt that she had obtained the most precious thing in the world.
In her previous life, although she had a grandfather, her parents died early and her grandfather was very busy. When she was a child, she was always alone and very lonely. But now, she has a grandfather and father who love her, her newborn son, and Dang Yan who loves her like a brother. This is family, very warm and happy.
"Father, please get up!" An Donglin said to Grandpa An.
In this life, after he lost his wife, he felt like he had lost the world. He no longer laughed and escaped from reality, putting all his energy into the officialdom. If it weren't for his father, what would Tingyu's life be like? So he was very grateful to his father, and it was only right that his father should name the child.
Old Master An pondered for a moment, and suddenly said to Jing Aotian on the other side: "Prince Jing, you take the lead! The child was born in Prince Jing's Mansion. If it weren't for Prince Jing, the child might not have been born safely, so Prince Jing should be the father of the child's name!"
"This king?!" Jing Aotian was completely shocked, because he never thought that the child's name would be given by him.
An Donglin was stunned for a moment, but then he said: "Prince Jing, the child was born in Prince Jing's Mansion. This may also be a kind of fate. Let you start it!"
"This..." Jing Aotian hesitated for a moment before nodding his head. "Okay then! I hope you can forgive me if this isn't a good start."
Jing Aotian held his chin up elegantly and thought for a while, "Yun... Xi, how about Yun Xi? An Yun Xi."
"Yun Piao and Xi Yang symbolize freedom. The first ray of morning sun is like hope. Okay, Yun Xi, let's call it An Yun Xi." Old Master An applauded, and An Donglin nodded in agreement.
"Name it, Dad. Thank you!" An Tingyu gave Jing Aotian a thumbs-up.
Five days later, An Tingyu returned to the Prime Minister's Residence from Prince Jing's Mansion. Looking at the familiar scenery, An Tingyu lowered her head and smiled at the child in her arms, "Xi'er, we are home!"
"Girl, take a good rest first, and then come to Grandpa. Grandpa has something to give you."
"Well, okay!" An Tingyu nodded, and then Mr. An left.
"Miss, you are back. Are you feeling well? Are you feeling unwell?" Xing'er immediately went to greet An Tingyu when she saw her coming back.
An Tingyu just nodded without saying anything.
Xing'er took the child from An Tingyu and said, "The little master is so cute, so white and chubby. Have you given him a name yet?"
"Get up, call Yunxi."
"Yunxi means freedom, sunshine, and hope. What a great name."
Hearing this, An Tingyu took another look at Xing'er. She knew the meaning of the name as soon as she heard it. Xing'er had also read about this Xing'er. Who on earth was this Xing'er? Not only did she know martial arts, she was also talented. No matter how you looked at it, she was not a woman who worked as a maid for others.
"Xing'er, have you ever been to school?" An Tingyu asked calmly, staring at Xing'er with her sharp eyes, trying to see something from her face.
Xing'er lowered her head slightly, her eyes twinkling. She smiled and said, "No, I just learned a little bit from the old man. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, young lady."
Mr. An?
An Tingyu frowned secretly, but did not ask any more questions.
After resting for a while, An Tingyu asked Xing'er to look after the child, and then went to Mr. An's main courtyard. At this time, Mr. An was sitting in the hall. Seeing her coming, he pointed to a brocade box beside him and asked An Tingyu to open it.
An Tingyu was a little confused, but she still opened the brocade box as she was told. However, when she saw it, she was shocked, "Grandpa, this... is this the golden medal of immunity from death?"
Although she had never seen the golden medal of immunity from death, she had seen it in unofficial history. This gold medal was not much different from the one in the painting. The only difference was that the gold medal in the painting had the word "immunity" written on it, while this one had the word "Spring" engraved on it.
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