As everyone was shocked, Lu Ziyuan's gaze remained fixed on the infant in the swaddle.
"This child indeed shares a fate with me," he said, "How about I give him a name?"
It was framed as a question, yet he did not wait for anyone's permission.
As if he had already decided, once he spoke, he continued on his own, "Let's call him Xiu Ran."
Xiu Ran...
"Ji Xiuran..." Xie YanYu instinctively looked at the child's 'biological father.'
Ji Chengfeng's brows were already furrowed tightly.
Even as the Crown Prince, it was unreasonable for him to name the offspring of his subjects without permission.
Unexpectedly, Lu Ziyuan mumbled a few words, 'Ji Xiuran.'
His expression was quite unpleasant, "This surname is not very good. How about letting the child come with me, I will adopt him as my son, and his future..."
"Absolutely not!" This time, before Ji Chengfeng could speak, Xie YanYu decisively intervened: "How can the Royal Family's lineage be confused."
