"Gross!" Zhan Se laughed and pushed his hand away.
With a low chuckle, Emperor Quan pinched her cheek, his handsome eyebrows lifting.
"Zhan Xiaoyao, our child, he's come back again."
"Mhm." Zhan Se pursed her lips, very happy.
Lord Quan the Fourth laughed softly, tenderly wrapping his arms around her waist and patting her back with just the right amount of force. His deep voice, filled with an indescribable emotion, said, "Baby, our second child. Would you like to name her? Let her take your surname."
"What?"
Zhan Se didn't expect him to say this and looked up in surprise.
"Fourth Brother, why?"
By all logic, a man like Emperor Quan, with his strong male chauvinism, should want all his children to carry his surname, right? Why would he suddenly come up with such an idea?
Emperor Quan stroked her nose with a smile, "Your Zhan family's divination lineage can't die out in your hands, can it? Isn't it necessary to have a child to carry on the mantle?"
