“The delivery room is a filthy place, not a place for men to come. Ah Shou, you should go out. If there’s anything you need to say, just talk to Lin’er through the window,” Lady Jing’an sighed and said helplessly.
However, Fu Hanlai disagreed with her words.
"I've heard that before, but does my mother-in-law really think that the delivery room is an unclean place, and that men coming there will bring bad luck to them?"
Lady Jing'an was taken aback for a moment, then fell silent.
"You see, you don't think so either. Everyone is born in this filthy place, and women give birth to their children here. This place is clearly a land of hope, so why is it called a filthy place? It's just an excuse that those pedantic people make because they don't want to value their wives."
—Besides, so what if it really is a filthy place? Jiang Xuelin is fighting for his life in such a place, and their two children were born here. Why is he so noble that he needs to avoid this bad place? They are all here, and he should be here too.
A family should be together all the time.
However, Fu Hanlai did not say these words aloud, but his attitude said it all.
“Women give birth here, yet people outside criticize this place as unclean. If I were a woman, I would be so wronged.” Seeing two wet nurses carrying children over, Fu Hanlai quickly walked over, muttering to himself. Jiang Xuelin and Lady Jing’an could hear him muttering.
Not daring to touch the two children, Fu Hanlai gestured to the wet nurse to bring the two children to Jiang Xuelin's side and place them on the bed.
Jiang Xuelin glanced at the sleeping child, then looked at Fu Hanlai, who seemed lost in thought while staring at the child, and said, "Fu Ashou, my mother and my mother-in-law should not believe in those things."
Although the family would avoid discussing many things with her, an unmarried girl, she did see her brother rush in when her sister-in-law gave birth when she was a child. After that, during her postpartum period, her brother would often visit them instead of just standing at the window or door to talk.
"They don't actually believe in this, they just care about you, so they don't want you to take this risk."
She could sense what kind of person Princess Ping was. Even without her saying it, Jiang Xuelin was certain that Princess Ping didn't believe in these things. She was only saying this because she cared about Fu Hanlai and didn't want him to have any misfortune.
Fu Hanlai paused for a moment, then understood what Jiang Xuelin meant.
“You are here.”
Seeing this scene, Lady Jing'an felt a great weight lifted from her heart.
Her daughter, though she still looks like a child, is actually quite grown up and doesn't need her to worry about her anymore.
"It's getting late. Since Lin'er is alright, I should hurry back. I'll come see you again in a couple of days."
Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. As the matriarch of the household, Lady Jing'an has many things to do. Now that Jiang Xuelin has woken up, she has to leave quickly.
Prince Ping and Princess Ping have already gone to the palace and have not woken Fu Hanlai.
The couple knew that Fu Hanlai was definitely not in the mood to attend the Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet at this time, and might even cause a scene if he got upset. Since that was the case, it was better to let him stay in the Prince's Mansion.
It has to be said that these parents really know their son very well.
Before leaving, Lady Jing'an Marquis relayed to Jiang Xuelin what Princess Ping had said the previous night.
“Yesterday the princess told me that you need to hurry up and prepare the names for the two children. The baby will be bathed three days later, and you can’t be left without names, or people will laugh at you.”
Fu Hanlai: "..."
Jiang Xuelin: "..."
They exchanged a glance, and then both looked at Lady Jing'an.
"...Shouldn't this matter be the responsibility of Father or Mother?"
Or what about the Xuande Emperor in the palace? Why would they hand it over to them?
The two never thought they would have the right to name their child, so they didn't discuss the issue. Now they're being told they can choose the name.
Lady Jing'an: "..."
She was so worried about Princess Ping and her two children; she had just thought that Lin'er and Ashou had grown up.
Taking a deep breath, she repeated what Princess Ping had said. Lady Jing'an didn't dare linger and quickly returned home.
After everyone left, Fu Hanlai leaned over the bed, looking at the two babies in swaddling clothes, "...What do you think we should name them?"
"I don't know."
Jiang Xuelin had never been fond of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, or tea, and she wasn't very well-educated, so this was quite a challenge for her.
“My mother-in-law said that this matter is entrusted to you, after all, you are the one who went through so much trouble to give birth to her.”
“These aren’t things, they’re your son and daughter.” Seeing that Fu Han had misspoke, Jiang Xuelin quickly corrected him, then paused for a moment before adding, “Of course, if you prefer to call them your nephew and niece, I have no objection.”
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"...Anyway, what I mean is, you need to think of a name quickly."
Pretending not to hear Jiang Xuelin's mocking remark, Fu Hanlai continued the discussion.
"This is the rascal, and the one with a beauty mark under her eye just like yours is the daughter. Although they are twins, their birthdays are not on the same day."
The son's birthday is on August 14th, and the daughter's is on August 15th.
"Then let's name our daughter Little Moon," Jiang Xuelin said after thinking for a moment. Little Moon, born on Mid-Autumn Festival, is a name that only comes around once a year, and it sounds nice.
Fu Hanlai also thought the name was good, and then the two of them looked at their son.
August 14th.
What should we call it?
"Let's call him Little Procrastinator."
After thinking for a moment, Fu Hanlai offered his suggestion.
Jiang Xuelin, still deep in thought, asked, "...What? What did you say it should be called?"
“Little Delay.” Fu Hanlai repeated, unable to help but complain, “It’s because he blocked the door for a long time that he couldn’t give birth for so long, isn’t that very delaying? If he hadn’t blocked the door and wouldn’t have taken a whole day to give birth, I think the name Little Delay is just right for him.”
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Jiang Xuelin: "..."
"No, no, how can you call yourself a 'little procrastinator'? What if you really do procrastinate?"
"Then what do you suggest? 'Little Procrastinator' is fine, or what else do you suggest?"
Seeing that his suggested name had been rejected, Fu Hanlai immediately retorted, his attitude suggesting that if Jiang Xuelin had been a second slower, he would have decided on "Little Dragging" as her name.
"Little Mooncake!" Seeing Fu Hanlai's determination, Jiang Xuelin quickly suggested a name to prevent her son from being named Little Delay in the future.
It's at least better than being a little slow, right?
"We were saying the other day that we wanted to eat spicy mooncakes this year, but now I can't eat them. How about we call them mini mooncakes?"
Fu Hanlai: "..."
Your name isn't much better than mine, is it?
The baby lying on the bed, perhaps sensing the twist in his name, pouted and started to cry. Then, his little sister next to him seemed to sense it and started humming along.
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