Qing Zhu named her daughter Yuran in the hopes that she could live her life leisurely and happily, free from the hustle and bustle.
"Yuran, as calm and serene as the southern mountain, that's a good name, indeed. Who wouldn't want to live such a carefree life, right?" Qin Xue agreed upon hearing, very fond of the name.
"Exactly, and she's going to be my little princess." Qing Zhu gazed at her daughter's tiny face, envisioning her as her little princess. As for the identity of the child's father, Qing Zhu didn't care or know about it, and let him vanish into thin air. Meanwhile, someone far away inexplicably sneezed, with no idea who might be thinking of him, and shook his head and went back to his duties.