Zhuang Shuxian watched Little Mo Wang lying peacefully on the kang and laughed, "Little Mo Wang's temperament is quite tranquil; she seems to have inherited from old Lu. Xiaopang, on the other hand, might be more like you, full of spirit."
Inside, Gu Xiaobei grieved for a moment. She intended to raise her daughter into a little lady proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. If her daughter had her personality, she would be climbing trees and poking for bird eggs every day.
Lu Zhanguo turned busy again a month after Gu Xiaobei gave birth. Just as he was about to refuse the offer to attend a military academy in September, Min Zhonghua summoned him to a meeting.
"Zhanguo, your enrollment at the military academy might have to be postponed. We've just received orders to reorganize our troops and many people's positions will change," Min Zhonghua sighed.
