"Of course!" Little Xuanzi proudly lifted his chin, "I have a name, and it's not some disgustingly ugly 'Little Xuanzi'."
Feng Yueya immediately threw a flying knife at him, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
Yu Xuan, who could no longer be called Little Xuanzi, cringed, feigning difficulty, and said,
"However, that name can be used as a pet name."
After saying this, he buried his little face in his rice bowl.
That's more like it, Feng Yueya thought, satisfied as she withdrew her gaze.
Although she admitted that Yu Xuan sounded a tad better than Little Xuanzi, it was she who had named him Little Xuanzi.
Even if it were ugly, he couldn't just abandon the name!
Mo Xue frowned and continued,
"Now, they have delayed the coronation of Yu Xuan until this fall... That complicates things."
"Why?" Feng Yueya asked.
