"She didnât know she got the wrong man? Werenât you watching with your own eyes?" Yang Chuxia was baffled; what was this situation?
"Yes, the one who came out of the room then was Mu Shaoling," the Commandery Princess Dongyang admitted she was also confused. However, what she didnât know was that before Mu Shaoling emerged, another person had already stepped out ahead of him.
"Does the child look like Mu Shaoling?" Yang Chuxia wondered. It was said that daughters resembled their fathers. If the child didnât look like Mu Shaoling, it might not be his after all. Well, she was half-doubtful about what Mu Shaoling said.
Speaking of the looks, the Commandery Princess Dongyang stroked her chin, her expression slightly troubled, "To tell you the truth, the child really does look like Mu Shaoling, dazzlingly beautiful. Even this young, you can tell they will be exceptionally handsome; I shudder to think how they will stun the Capital City when they grow up."
To her, it was as if a miniature Mu Shaoling had dressed up in womenâs clothing.
"Thatâs why Iâm telling you, Xiaxia, because of this, Iâve always been skeptical about whether his words are true."
"I see!" Yang Chuxia suddenly understood, She thought to herself that the relationship between the two of them seemed harmonious on the surface but was deeply estranged underneath. So the crux of the issue had not been resolved.
"Xiaxia, if the child isnât Mu Shaolingâs, then whose would it be? To tell you the truth, with that resemblance, itâs not just me who would be unconvinced; probably few people would believe it." The resemblance was uncanny.
"How would I know? I havenât seen the child," Yang Chuxia rolled her eyes but then added, "However, if it really isnât Mu Shaolingâs child, it must be someone from the Mu Family, given the resemblance. There must be a blood relation."
"Someone from the Mu Family?? Itâs unlikely to be someone from the second branch of the family, as the couple there is very much in love. As for the third branch, only Mu Shaofeng was in the Capital City at that time. Whose child could it be? Surely not Mu Shaolingâs fatherâs."
No sooner had she finished speaking than the Commandery Princess Dongyang hastily covered her mouth, "Look at me spouting nonsense. Letâs drop the subject; I need to think of a nickname for the child."
However, she didnât notice the glint in Yang Chuxiaâs eyes after she spoke.
"Itâs too early to pick a nickname when we donât even know if itâs a boy or a girl," Yang Chuxia thought innocently, wondering if this wasnât being a bit too hasty since they had only named Lele and Yangyang after they were born.
"Whatâs early? If we pick one that works for both, itâs settled."
Clearly, the Commandery Princess Dongyang was interested in the topic and even had paper and pen brought over, eagerly discussing it with Yang Chuxia.
By evening, they had already come up with dozens of names.
"Hey, your naming skills are terrible!" Mu Shaoling looked over the papers on the table, not satisfied with any of them.
Yang Chuxia pretended not to hear his criticism, thinking that his wife had come up with the names, and he could criticize all he wanted; it would still be him kneeling and scrubbing the washboard later.
"Listen to these, âLebaoâ? Can it be any more tacky? âLebeiâ? Itâs not like theyâre twins, tsk tsk..."
Then Yang Chuxia noticed that every time he spoke, the Commandery Princess Dongyangâs face darkened a shade.
It was Ye Ziâan, the considerate one, who knew to step in and smooth things over, "What was the result of your medical diagnosis?"
At the mention of this, Mu Shaolingâs attention shifted and he shook his head with a grave expression, "Itâs not easy to cure. This disease has never been seen before. Iâm afraid the flesh all over her body is wasting away, but thatâs not the worst of it. The real concern is that all the internal organs are wasting away as well. In the end, itâs likely sheâll literally starve to death."