Zhulan also understood Lady Zhao's feelings. As a mother facing a child without a name, it made her heart ache. She sighed and said, "Zhou Yudie, the 'die' is pronounced the same as in the word for someone who is seventy or eighty years old, which signifies hope for Yudie's health and longevity."
The name of her third granddaughter was her own idea, something she had thought of long ago. She believed she was fulfilling her duty as a grandmother diligently, keeping each child in her heart.
The discomfort in Lady Zhao's heart vanished, and she silently repeated Yudie's name, "Thank you, Mother."
Lady Dong's displeasure also disappeared. Her second sister-in-law's little girl hadn't come easily into this world; she shouldn't be upset over this. Let it go; if the spotlight was stolen from her daughter, so be it. She would be magnanimous. "Congratulations to my second sister-in-law for giving the third niece such an auspicious name."
