When she heard this, Shang Ruyi's heart skipped a beat.
Beside her, Yu Wenye's gaze flickered as well. He stepped forward and said, "I wonder what name Father has bestowed upon Little Yuanzi."
Yu Wenquan smiled as he caught Little Yuanzi's constantly reaching little hand in his own. His palm was broad, heavy, and powerful, yet when it closed around the child's soft, tender fingers, it was incomparably gentle. Not only did Little Yuanzi not feel any pain, he even found it fun to grab Grandpa's fingers and wrestle with them. Yu Wenquan was thoroughly amused by the child, then turned his head to smile at the couple. "Come and take a look. See if you like it."
The two of them immediately stepped up. On the huge sheet of snow‑white xuan paper, two bold characters, written in flying dragon and dancing phoenix strokes, heavy with ink, crashed into their sight—
Yuan Qian.
