"I'm fine, Mom. I'll go check on my sister later."
For Huo Xiaolong, this wasn't a big deal, at least that's what she thought. Even if her arm hadn't been reattached, she would still consider it worth it to exchange an arm for her niece's and the enemy general's heads.
The baby was supposed to be born two months later, but Chunying suddenly went into premature labor for some reason, and there was nothing that could be done about it.
Who can we blame?
Blame Da'an for invading, blame Huang Ranhu, whatever you can't blame is her.
"Why aren't you lying in bed?" Cen Ang looked at Huo Xiaolong with a serious expression.
The daughter in front of me had a rosy complexion and seemed to be fine, but her arm was completely wrapped up and she couldn't move it.
No one had ever experienced the pain of losing an arm. When she and He Yi learned that Long'er had his arm reattached inside, they almost fainted outside.
"I feel great, super energetic, what do you think, little sister?"
Hou Xiangxiang was also eating the pork stew with Da Ni'er. She put down her chopsticks, reached out, and checked Long'er's pulse, saying...
"Go ahead, it's fine, you can go in a wheelchair."
"Oh my god, I can even sit in a wheelchair? I'm so lucky!"
He Yi really didn't want to discipline the child when Huo Xiaolong was seriously injured. Besides, the child had a hard time, and she, as the mother, also felt sorry for him. But listen to what she said.
The woman put down her chopsticks, gently tapped Huo Xiaolong's head, and then said...
"Watch your words, don't blurt things out."
"Okay, Mom."
The Prince of Zhenbei looked aggrieved, and the two girls next to him couldn't bear to watch.
Huo Xiaolong rarely wears white clothes, but today he went out wearing only his undergarments. What's wrong with being completely covered up? He was all in white, and no one around him thought there was anything wrong with it.
Chunying is suffering from postpartum depression and is also exhausted, so she is very weak now. Huo Xiaolong pouted, feeling sorry for her and unhappy to see the usually energetic older sister suddenly become so weak.
Beside her was her daughter, who was only a few days old.
The woman was taking a nap when she heard a noise outside and opened her eyes.
"Long'er".
The moment she saw Huo Xiaolong, tears instantly streamed down her face.
"sister."
Long'er was pushed to the bedside. Chunying looked Huo Xiaolong over carefully, then hugged her and cried loudly.
"If anything were to happen to you, how would I live?"
"What does this have to do with you, sis? It's Da'an's fault. Who told them to come and beat us up?"
"Sister, it's alright now, I'm back safe and sound. She's my niece, how could I not protect her?"
"My sister is the prettiest, please stop crying!"
"Crying after giving birth is bad for your eyes."
Huo Xiaocheng was also standing at the door wiping away tears. He felt sorry for his wife. Chunying was skilled in martial arts and held a high position in the army. It wasn't something she could just retire to.
He was anxious because his child was taken away after being born, but he was even more worried about his sister who was chasing after him.
Seeing his wife so angry, he felt like leading his troops to attack Da'an.
"Bring the child over here," Huo Xiaolong said to Da Nier, who was pushing the dragon throne behind him.
The dark-skinned girl bent down and placed the child in her left arm, pressing the baby's face against Chunying's cheek.
"Look at our Huo family's little girl, she's even been to the battlefield, and she doesn't cry or make a fuss at all. She's really amazing."
Long'er's voice was a little hoarse, but who could see that a child's voice wasn't gentle?
It wasn't until the child pressed against Chunying's cheek that the bond between mother and daughter was rekindled. Chunying and Long'er looked at the baby in swaddling clothes together, and the woman shed tears again.
It's alright, Huo Xiaolong understands.
It's a hormonal issue. Just cry, as long as it's not a really sad cry.
"I rescued her, and I'm going to name her!"
Taking advantage of his family's doting affection, Huo Xiaolong openly and generously claimed the right to name his niece.
As everyone here knows, Huo Xiaolong's name wasn't chosen casually; it was chosen very casually.
But Chunying was currently adoring Long'er, absolutely adoring him, so the woman nodded.
"Alright, go ahead and choose. What does Long'er want to call her?"
This is the first smile that Chunying has shown on her face in the past few days.
Huo Xiaocheng was happy to see this, so he watched his sister with her.
Huo Xiaolong stared into those bright, large eyes, thought for less than a minute, and then spoke.
"The day she was born was the day I returned in triumph, so she came out that day to celebrate her aunt's triumphant return."
"She was born for our victory."
A group of people watched Huo Xiaolong expectantly, hoping she would recite some elegant and literary poems, quoting classical texts and picking out a few clever words.
"Huo Kaixuan!"
"..."
"..."
"Shouldn't we call over the sword and get a new one?"
The elders didn't dare interrupt Huo Xiaolong's smug self-admiration, but the little girl and Da Ni'er weren't afraid.
"How beautiful it sounds, Huo Kaixuan!" Huo Xiaolong said confidently.
Da Ni'er nodded in agreement.
"I think it sounds nice too, it sounds festive, I'll bring it with me next time I go to war!"
Hou Xiangxiang's expression of disdain was genuine.
She now realizes how bad her taste is; only through comparison can the truth be revealed, truly.
"Does it sound good, sis?" Huo Xiaolong asked Chunying.
"It sounds nice, so let's call her Triumph."
Hou Xiangxiang still wanted to struggle a bit, so she asked Huo Xiaocheng...
"Brother, the Huo family doesn't have a family tree or anything? What names should your next generation of children have?"
This question left Huo Xiaocheng speechless.
He didn't reply, but stood up, lifted the tent flap, and shouted to his father who was not far away.
"Dad, do we have a family genealogy? What name should I give my child?"
The eagle was busy coaxing his wife while secretly getting his daughter something to eat to satisfy her cravings. Otherwise, she definitely wouldn't be able to stand having porridge three times a day.
I usually eat scallions with soybean paste at home.
"No, I'm an orphan, take whatever you want."
"Okay, sure."
Huo Xiaocheng then returned to the tent and said to the others.
“We don’t have a family tree, so just take whatever you like.”
"Then it's my decision."
Hou Xiangxiang felt it was a bit casual, but everyone was happy.
Especially the infants in swaddling clothes, when they heard the name, they even hummed a couple of times, mainly because they could finally drink their mother's breast milk.
That was really tough.
"Your Highness, Huang Ranhu's head has been assembled, but..." Xiao Cao came to report.
Huo Xiaolong was busy even after waking up. Fortunately, he had no feeling in his arm, which showed how much anesthetic the girl had given him. She herself did not expect Huo Xiaolong to wake up so quickly.
The girl's older sister has already thought it through.
Huo Xiaolong's arm should be pain-free in about a month, so she'll give her a month's worth of anesthesia and massage her every day. That way, the muscles will be fine and there won't be any pain.
She is such a kind doctor who cares deeply for her sisters.
Even this much numbing agent, enough to knock out a cow, wouldn't knock out Huo Xiaolong.
Make more next time.
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