Shen Yinning choked for a moment before she couldn't help but spit out one word: "Leave."
Lu Ying didn't leave. Instead, he held her hand gently. "Although I don't yet know if the child will be a boy or a girl, it's time to give them a name. Zhaozhao doesn't want to name them Lu Wang, so what name do you prefer? Tell me, and I'll help you deliberate."
"The child is mine; naturally, they will carry my surname." Shen Yinning narrowed her eyes at him. "I want to name the child Shen Ji, to always remember the anguish suffered by their maternal grandparents and the humiliation endured by their mother."
Lu Wang, Shen Ji…
Lu Ying understood clearly that this vixen was deliberately defying him.
But he didn't care about her defiance.
He softly brushed aside the stray strands of hair at her temple. "As you wish."
…
Early spring in February, the earth was warming, and the peach trees outside Furong Palace were budding.
