After being reborn, I became the apple of my enemy's eye.

There was also a text nearby that said the character "宴" (banquet) had a house at the top, the sun in the middle, and a woman at the bottom, which was fitting for the occasion of the master's joy at having a daughter.

After you finished speaking, Zheng Jihua glanced at you coldly and immediately rejected the idea.

"Please, sir, choose another word."

When asked to change the word, Yan Yun refused and immediately burst into tears, her cries truly deafening.

The entire banquet hall found Yan Yun's crying jarring.

The old man smiled without saying a word. As for whether Zheng Jihua would lose face in such a place, he wasn't worried.

The person who wanted the inscription was from the Zheng family. Since they had already inscribed it themselves and wanted to re-insert it, they should go elsewhere and find another calligrapher.

The old man picked up the wine glass in his hand, drank it all in one gulp, left a sentence, and left the full moon banquet in a carefree manner.

The concubine stood next to Zheng Jihua. She hadn't quite realized what was going on. Why was her husband so angry over just the name "Lin"?

But when I actually saw that word, I was reminded of someone who made me unhappy.

The concubine immediately said, "Since this gentleman is unreliable, let's find another one."

Zheng Jihua did have that intention, but judging from today's events, the Master's tone was resolute, and there were so many people watching.

One of the top scholars in Changgu City.

Zheng Jihua ultimately did not utter another word.

The concubine, trying to be clever, suggested that if the master couldn't refuse, then they could use this name as their daughter's nickname, and she could stop calling her that when she grew up.

Zheng Jihua gripped the wooden chair tightly, gradually growing impatient.

The old lady held down the concubine's hand.

This woman was born a maid and has no sense of occasion. Is this a place for her to interrupt?

The old lady gave the concubine face, and warned her in a low voice, "If you say another word, you can go back to the backyard."

A small courtyard?

The concubine naturally did not want to return to the inner courtyard.

Today, she will become Zheng Jihua's legal wife, letting everyone see her glory.

The old lady reminded herself, and she immediately understood to shut up.

As for the name of our daughter, we can decide on that later.

Master Wen Moyan is someone even the city lord has to give some face to.

Everyone praised Miss Zheng for being lucky enough to receive a personal inscription from the Master.

Zheng Jihua put aside his earlier displeasure and faced the crowd again, raising his glass to drink with everyone.

Zheng Jihua sent someone to escort the eldest gentleman, and music began to play around them.

The lottery has officially begun.

Various items were displayed on the spacious red silk cloth.

Yan Yun glanced at the items on it; they were nothing more than things that the adults liked.

Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, abacus, and all sorts of other things were piled up.

The items displayed there were all things Zheng Jihua wanted, and Yan Yun felt that these were simply things a child could not possibly want.

Zheng Jihua placed Yan Yun on the red silk cloth.

Speak softly and gently.

"Sweetie, go ahead."

Yan Yun felt goosebumps all over his body as he listened to what he said.

Nausea.

As soon as Zheng Jihua let go of her, Yan Yun used all her strength to crawl forward.

Zheng Jihua's eyes lit up.

Normally, newborn babies can't crawl very far, but Yan Yun not only crawled up, but also crawled more than half a zhang away.

Zheng Jihua clenched his fist, his heart clenching, but the smile on his face unconsciously grew deeper and deeper.

Zheng Jihua thought to herself, "Great, great, whatever she grabs is fine. Everything I've prepared for her will be useful."

He held his breath, waiting for Yan Yun to grab him.

But as he watched, Yan Yun climbed further and further away.

On one side of the courtyard stood a boy, standing straight with his eyes fixed straight ahead.

Only when everyone's eyes were on him did he notice the baby squatting in front of him.

The boy glanced at the baby with considerable disdain.

What are you doing here?

He moved to the side.

Yan Yun chased after him again.

She grabbed the boy's skirt, hoping he wouldn't move. She had already gone to great lengths. Her gaze was fixed on the sword beside the boy. Even if she could only grab the tail, she would be happy.

She tugged at the boy.

Zheng Jihua's smile abruptly vanished.

What is Zheng Jihua most afraid of?

What I fear most is seeing my broken legs.

He once stood tall and graceful like that young man, but because of that person, he lost both his legs.

Zheng Jihua immediately ordered the maid to bring the young lady back.

The maidservant stepped forward and picked up Yan Yun.

Yan Yun seized the opportunity and reached for the sword.

The boy turned away in displeasure, feeling that the baby had touched his sword, and he was unhappy.

The people around them were immediately more eager to watch the spectacle. This young lady from the Zheng family had actually touched a sword? A lady of a respectable family, whispers began to circulate among them.

Although drawing lots is considered to be 80% accurate.

But this Miss Zheng will be a swordswoman in the future. Everyone smiled, thinking that the Zheng family mansion would be lively in the future.

The concubine felt that she couldn't accurately calculate anything since she didn't have any in her hands, but she still felt uneasy. She wished she could grab one of the others. However, Zheng Jihua had already sent the nanny to carry Yan Yun inside.

She turned and left dejectedly. The old woman was waiting outside the door. Their eyes met, and both of them had something to say but couldn't say it now.

Yan Yun's illness lasted for four days.

Zheng Jihua was tortured beyond recognition.

When Yan Yun opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Zheng Jihua's face, and he turned his head away in anger, looking sickly.

Only after Yan Yun was able to eat did Zheng Jihua go to rest.

When the old lady arrived, she wanted to take the child with her. Zheng Jihua rushed back and said she disagreed, saying the child was still young and she could keep an eye on him if he stayed with the concubine.

"Can't I watch it if it's next to me?"

"You can see, but only after you can walk."

Zheng Jihua reluctantly agreed, and the old lady also consented.

Zheng Jihua refused to let the concubine take care of the child, saying that the child was too young to understand anything, but it would be best for the old lady to take care of the child when the child was older.

After the old lady left, Zheng Jihua gently pinched Yan Yun's nose.

So fragile, so small, I want to give her everything.

Yan Yun's illness was expected, but she deliberately caught a cold and didn't expect it to be so uncomfortable. Regardless of her physical discomfort, Yan Yun didn't feel at ease because Zheng Jihua was making a fuss over her, as she could see Zheng Jihua's face in front of her while she was sick.

She felt that she was the one suffering more.

After this incident, the concubine and the nanny became even more scheming.

Someone came to propose marriage to Zheng Jihua.

Although the Zheng family is now living a life of luxury, they are still unwilling to send their child here, since a cripple is someone that wealthy and powerful families will never look favorably upon.

However, some distant relatives did manage to send a few people over.

The old lady looked around and found a maid she liked, but she didn't know if Zheng Jihua would be interested. She told the nanny to lead the maid over and to be careful herself.

Yan Yun wanted to recuperate.

The concubine's cursing immediately flared up.

"These little sluts just won't stop, they're all eyeing the master."

Yan Yun was awakened by her crying and opened his eyes to listen to everything they were complaining about.

The Yan family used to be considered a prominent and wealthy family. When they married into the Zheng family, it was a good match. So at that time, the old lady didn't tell the Yan family that she was sending someone to Zheng Jihua's side.

But what's wrong with not giving it away?

Zheng Jihua wasn't dead; she was right in front of him. Yet, Zheng Jihua was still having an affair with a servant, and now the old lady had given her permission.

So Yan Yun listened to the concubine and the nanny discussing how to deal with the people around Zheng Jihua every day, and her feelings went from anger to sadness, and finally to weariness.

She tried to pull herself up by the wooden handle, but her body couldn't support her weight.

But she didn't give up.

She needs to find a chance to get up from here; it's too uncomfortable to lie here now.

The nanny was delighted to see her movements and wanted the concubine to come and see as well. The child was so energetic; it made her happy to see her.

However, the young concubine's mind was entirely on Zheng Jihua, and she couldn't spare any attention for Yan Yun.

"Isn't this normal?"

That's what they said, but the nanny felt the concubine was still too young.

The master's mind is all on the child now. If you take good care of the child, then the master's mind will be on you, right?

The concubine asked the old woman.

"Mother, am I not pretty enough? Aren't these clothes pretty enough?"

The old woman was terrified.

"Madam, please don't say anything more out of line."

The concubine didn't care at all. There was no one around, so what was wrong with calling out? She had many other thoughts in mind. After giving birth to a son, she would tell Zheng Jihua that the nanny was her mother and that she wanted to enjoy a life of comfort and not be a servant.

The old woman smiled knowingly. The road ahead had once seemed so far away, but now it was right in front of her, just one step away.

She wasn't in a hurry at all; there was still a long way to go, and she could manage on her own.

When Yan Yun heard his concubine call her "Nanny," he had already guessed it, but now he knew for sure that it was exactly what he had thought.

I also felt sorry for myself, having been here for so long and knowing nothing.

Zheng Jihua comes to the house to check on Yan Yun every day.

He didn't like the calligraphy written by the old master, and when calling the baby, he always called out "good boy, good boy."