In his past life, his grandfather had named her Changsheng, hoping she would live a long and healthy life. In this life, the biological mother of this body also named her Changsheng!
She would use this name to carry on her longing and remembrance.
"Good! Let's name it after Lady Changsheng. There couldn't be a more suitable name. I'll have Little Monk Bu Jie check its auspiciousness!" Seeing that the matter was settled, Yuan Bao happily turned to leave.
"There's no need!" Zhou Mu put down the scroll in his hand, slowly lifted his head, and as the brilliant sunlight fell upon him, his tall and handsome figure seemed enveloped in a layer of golden light, exuding an air of unrivaled nobility and extraordinary temperament.
He slowly lifted his hand, Purple Sleeve like clouds, and took out a letter from the inner pocket of his chest to hand it to Gu Changsheng.
The gesture was indescribably graceful and dignified.