After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

After the two had finished seeing them off, Huiming slowly stepped forward and took out a jade pendant carved from mutton fat jade from his bosom.

The jade pendant is simply carved, with a lotus pedestal supporting a lotus flower, and faint Sanskrit characters flowing around it.

He gently placed the jade pendant on the child's heart, his gaze loving, his voice calm and peaceful:

"Your mother's name is Dusheng, which was given to you by this old monk. Today, this old monk also bestows upon you a nickname, wishing you to receive the blessings of this name."

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "I will call you Mingche."

"Ming means the light of the sun and moon, and wisdom that is all-encompassing; che means clear water that is crystal clear, and a pure and clear mind."

His voice seemed to carry a certain power, silencing everything around him.

May your life be as bright and free as the sun and moon, without any worries; and as clear and pure as a flowing spring, with peace and joy throughout your life, untouched by worldly dust.

"Mingche..." Huiqing, holding the child, murmured, nodding in approval, "A good name! Senior brother is indeed senior brother!"

Master Xuanji stroked his beard and nodded: "Clear and bright...the meaning is very good."

At this moment, Wang Dazhuang, who had been peeking around anxiously and scratching his head, finally found an opportunity and pulled Ruan Guyan forward.

He looked at the baby in the swaddling clothes, trying to put on a loving expression, and rubbed his hands together, saying:

"Young...young master, I, Wang Dazhuang, don't have much of a good thing, so I'll give you this!"

He carefully took out a small black stone strung on a red string from the inside.

The stone's surface is naturally covered with unique patterns that resemble eyes.

"This is something that Ruan and I found by chance at the confluence of the yin veins in the mountains. It's called the 'Nether Eye Stone'."

Wang Dazhuang held the stone up like a treasure, his voice low, afraid of disturbing the child:

"We used a little Yin energy to nurture it. Although the power was weak, this stone is naturally able to sense Yin energy. If any foolish wandering ghosts or spirits approach you, it will feel a chill as a warning."

He became increasingly less confident as he spoke, feeling that his gift was truly pathetic compared to the gifts from the previous guests:

"Anyway... anyway, it's just a little gadget, I hope you won't mind! Wear it for fun, just for peace of mind!"

Xie Jinchen rested inside for a while, and when the weakness caused by the shared pain subsided, he came out.

He straightened his slightly wrinkled collar, glanced at everyone in the courtyard, bowed deeply, and solemnly said:

"Thank you all for your support today. I will remember it forever."

Then, he carefully took the child from Huiqing's arms and handed him to Master Xuanji, saying gently:

"Since the eldest master has already bestowed upon me a nickname, then I will trouble the second master to choose my formal name."

Upon hearing this, Master Xuanji stroked his white beard, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. After a moment of contemplation, he said:

"How about we name him Wei Zhao? Zhao means brightness and light. We only wish that this child's life will be as bright as the sun, with pure virtue and a bright future, so that he will live up to his parents' expectations and this enlightened world."

Xie Jinchen looked down at the wrinkled yet peacefully sleeping face in his arms and murmured:

"Xie Weizhao... Xie Mingche. Good names, thank you both for bestowing these names upon us."

Time flies, and it's already March.

Sunlight streamed through the window into the room, making it warm and cozy.

After Xie Jinchen finished court, he changed out of his court robes and slowly walked into the inner room.

Before anyone was seen, rustling sounds and Jiang Dusheng's slightly annoyed mutterings came from behind the screen.

He walked around and saw Jiang Dusheng frowning in front of a bronze mirror.

She changed into a newly made light green spring dress and skirt, made of the finest soft gauze, embroidered with sparse bamboo leaf patterns, fresh and elegant.

She was turned to the side, her fingers gesturing and pinching her waist, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Why does my waist feel a bit tight?

Xie Jinchen stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her from behind, rested his chin on the top of her head, and looked at the two figures leaning on each other in the mirror.

The woman in the mirror still looked beautiful, and her slightly fuller cheeks from childbirth added a touch of gentle grace.

He chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing against Jiang Dusheng's ear: "No way! You look just right to me. You were just too thin before."

Jiang Dusheng glared at him in the mirror and snorted, "What do you know? It's just tight. The same thing happened when I tried on that pale yellow one yesterday."

She pushed Xie Jinchen away, turned around and went to the wardrobe, taking out another lotus-colored dress, clearly intending to try it on again.

Xie Jinchen wasn't annoyed. He leaned against the dressing table, watching her with a leisurely air.

The sunlight outlined her exquisite curves, and her breasts, which had become even fuller from breastfeeding, stretched her clothes into undulating arcs.

Although her waist is no longer as slender as before, it appears more rounded and supple.

In Xie Jinchen's eyes, she was more charming than ever before.

His gaze gradually darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly.

Since Jiang Dusheng became pregnant, he has remained a celibate.

After the fetus was stable, although there were a few times when she was overcome with desire, she was ultimately mindful of the child in her womb and dared not indulge herself. She was always cautious and only took small pleasures.

At this moment, looking at Jiang Dusheng's fair neck and collarbone inadvertently revealed as she changed clothes, and smelling the faint scent of milk mixed with her refreshing body fragrance...

The long-suppressed desires, like dormant spring grass, quietly broke through the soil and grew wildly.

Jiang Dusheng changed into a lotus root-colored dress, looked at herself in the mirror from left to right, and touched her waist with her fingertips again. Sure enough, it still didn't fit as well as before.

She was about to speak when she suddenly noticed the gaze behind her had become intense.

Turning around, she met Xie Jinchen's deep eyes, the heat within them making her heart skip a beat and her face flush.

"What are you looking at..." She looked away in a fluster, instinctively trying to find an excuse, "I should go feed Mingche, he must be hungry at this hour." As she spoke, she tried to walk out.

Just as she brushed past him, Xie Jinchen stretched out his long arm and easily wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her back into his embrace with a slight effort.

"what!"

Jiang Dusheng let out a soft cry as his back slammed solidly against his firm, warm chest.

"No rush." ​​Xie Jinchen's deep voice, hoarse from being suppressed for so long, sounded close to her ear. "The wet nurse and the nanny are waiting in the west wing. He won't go hungry."

His arms tightened around her, making her soft body fit perfectly into his embrace, leaving no gaps.

As Xie Jinchen spoke, he half-embraced and half-carried her towards the chaise lounge not far away.

Jiang Dusheng was held in his arms, and the slightly aggressive aura made her legs feel weak and her heart pound like a drum.

"Xie Jinchen, you... in broad daylight..." she tried to protest, placing her hands on his chest, trying to push him away, but the force was weak, as if she was trying to resist.

Jiang Dusheng's voice trembled slightly due to his panic, and instead of being intimidating, it sounded more like an alluring invitation.

"Sheng'er..." He gently laid her down on the couch, then leaned down and pressed down on her, supporting himself on one side of her ear and stroking her cheek with the other, his fingertips caressing her sensitive earlobe and gently kneading it.

Xie Jinchen's voice was low and husky, like fine aged wine, intoxicating and captivating, "Could you feed me first?"

Before Jiang Dusheng could answer, he lowered his head and kissed him.

This kiss was filled with agonizing patience.

Xie Jinchen gently took her lower lip into his mouth, carefully tracing the shape of her lips, coaxing her to open her teeth.

As Jiang Dusheng's breathing became slightly erratic and she unconsciously lowered her guard, his tongue plunged in, entwining with hers and deepening the kiss.

The kisses went from light to deep, from slow to fast, carrying a long-suppressed desire that robbed Jiang Dusheng of his breath and reason.

Jiang Dusheng felt dizzy from his kisses, and a familiar tingling sensation spread deep within his body.

She could feel the changes in his body.

You can sense the giant dragon lurking in the grass, brimming with power ready to be unleashed.