Chun Nuan gave birth to a boy and a girl; Zhao Minghua felt sorry for her and doted on the children as well.
Especially the little girl—Zhao Minghua held her in his arms all the time, never getting enough of looking at her.
"Staring at her like that, are you expecting a flower to bloom?" Chun Nuan couldn't help teasing him. "You've been thinking about names ever since you knew I was pregnant with them. Have you decided on any yet?"
"I still haven't figured it out." Zhao Minghua laughed. "No matter how I think about it, I feel that any name would still fall short of my daughter."
Chun Nuan was both annoyed and amused. Even the Emperor's daughters weren't as precious in his eyes as his own.
The Emperor's daughters could at least be granted names within three days of birth, yet this man had been "researching" for three months after another and still had nothing concrete.
"How about Rui Yan?" Pressed to the point, Zhao Minghua finally thought of this name.
