Li Yuan turned his head to look at the fire reflecting on the thick, pale yellow tent fabric.
The fire's color was fading, becoming even more intense.
Li Yuan suddenly asked, "What is our grandson's name?"
Zhenyan Xue, kneeling in front, stifled her sobs and whispered, "Zhenyan Mie."
She quickly added, "I really wonder what those parents were thinking, why they would choose the name 'Mie' for their son. Even if they hope to conquer the Central Plains, they shouldn't burden the child with that name, right?"
Suddenly, Li Yuan inexplicably thought of "Ji Hu."
One named "Hu," the other named "Mie"...
It really does carry a hint of destiny...
As the thought passed, Li Yuan said, "Then, I shall bless our grandson Zhenyan Mie, hoping he can grow healthily and become a formidable warrior like his father."
Zhenyan Xue could not help but add, "And just like his grandfather too, he should be remarkable like his grandfather."
Li Yuan smiled, rubbed her head, and stood up, heading out.
