Zhulan gestured for the maid to leave, then sighed and said, "The main branch already has four sons, what name are you planning to give your little grandson?"
The Zhou family's grandsons were indeed plentiful, and all legitimate sons at that, which both aroused envy and felt like a burden!
Zhou Shuren, sitting by the edge of the heated brick bed, said, "You can choose."
Zhulan felt somewhat troubled; having many grandsons made naming them quite difficult, and she genuinely wasn't good at coming up with names. After a moment's thought, she said, "How about 'Ming Jung'? What do you think?"
Zhou Shuren pulled the quilt over himself and lay down, "That's quite good. Let's sleep, we have to rise early tomorrow."
Zhulan also lay down. She really couldn't fall asleep. The rainy days these past few days were especially conducive to sleeping and she had slept a bit much. "Do you think the princes will recognize reality and behave sensibly after today's actions by the Emperor?"
