Traveling to the ancient harem

After giving birth, Chen had moved back to the Rose Courtyard. It was late at night, but the room was still brightly lit. The nurse had been found long ago from their own farm. The baby had just finished drinking milk and had fallen asleep. Father Huang took his little girl from the nurse and felt so soft inside. As expected, the delicate and soft little girl was the apple of his eye. As for the two brats, well, they had been spoiled by them and were not worth it.

"Madam, look at our little girl. Isn't she very pretty? Look at her little nose, wrinkled all the time, and her little mouth smacking. How come she is so lovable? Madam, let me tell you, I used to think that sons and daughters were the same, but now I think they are different, very different. I still like my daughter more. Look at how good my daughter is. She is daddy's little cotton-padded jacket."

Chen was lying on the bed, staring at her little girl, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"What's wrong with Madam? Are you feeling unwell?" Father Huang was startled. "Should we ask a doctor to come and take a look?"

"Husband, no, I'm not feeling unwell, I'm just happy. Oh, by the way, have you sent a letter to my parents? The old people sent someone to ask about it the day before yesterday. They are worried about me."

"It's too late tonight. I'll send someone to announce the good news early tomorrow morning. The red eggs for announcing the good news are ready. I'll go at daybreak. You should have a good rest. My father asked me to thank you. You are a great contributor to our family."

"My dear, have you chosen a name for your child? What did your parents say?"

"I have thought of a name in advance, but I always feel that it is not suitable for our little girl. How about discussing it with my parents tomorrow and we must give our little girl a particularly nice and loud name. What do you think?"

"Okay, my husband and father-in-law are well-read. It's up to you to name our daughter." After the lady said this, poor Huang Di had not slept all night. He flipped through books in the study all night. When he was on duty in the morning, his eyes were still red. The most regrettable thing was that he still hadn't thought of the best and most resounding name for his little girl. It seemed that it was more brainstorming than taking the imperial examination. It was really difficult.

At this time, the old lady was holding her granddaughter who had drunk her fill of milk, and she was sitting beside Chen's bed and talking to her about naming. "The old man thought of many names for the little girl before, such as Jin Jie'er and Yan Jie'er, but he threw them all out last night. He said he would think about it again and there would be a better name." Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Then give her a nickname first. You can't just keep calling her girl."

"Mother, mother, what's my sister's name?" The second son Hong'er's voice came from outside the door. All the children in the Huang family started to learn at the age of three. Hong'er is four years old this year and is taught by his grandfather himself. The six-year-old eldest son Xuan'er has already enrolled in the private school run by the great scholar Yan Lao.

The little guy came running in, "Grandma, Mom, I just learned to read seriously. I just finished writing a big character. Can I hug my sister?"

"No, my little sister is so young, what if she falls?" The old lady refused and continued to chat with Chen. A maid outside came to report, "Madam, old lady, the old lady is here." As soon as the words fell, Chen's mother and the eldest and second sisters-in-law came in, surrounded Chen and asked about her well-being, and took turns holding her sister, each of them cherishing her tightly. The old lady felt lost for a while, because she hadn't cherished her sweet and soft little granddaughter enough, and now it was not her turn.