Lu Wang and Zhu Yan immediately cupped their hands in gratitude and turned to share the good news.
Bai Xilie looked up, feeling as Zhi'er's real father, he couldn't be outdone.
"In that case, once I wake from this dream and return, I will immediately grant amnesty to the whole world, saying I dreamed my precious daughter gave birth to a son."
Jing Jia giggled: "Then I shall use my magic to send sweet rain, ensuring continuous prosperity for three years to celebrate my grandson's birth."
The crowd joyfully agreed.
Finally, the child returned to Bai Zhi'er's arms.
Feng Fuce asked, "What name do you want to give the child?"
Bai Zhi'er thought for a moment and smiled: "Let's not choose one yet. When he turns a hundred days old, let him pick for himself. He's a little thinker, I'm sure he'll be eager to choose his own name."
As she spoke, she lowered her head and asked the little guy in the swaddle: "What do you say? Aren't you, my dear?"
