An Jing suddenly realized something was wrong. Her youngest son’s breathing was much weaker than the other three children. Grasping Xiao Changyi’s hand in extreme anxiety, she said, "My lord, our child—he—"
She was truly worried that her son would be like Lady Pan Fan’s son, born with a life doomed to be short.
Xiao Changyi immediately comforted her, "There’s no danger to his life, so don’t worry too much. He’s just congenitally deficient and needs to be nourished with medicine."
Having quadruplets with one child born deficient was quite normal. An Jing understood this, but since it was her child, whom she carried for ten months, she understood but somehow couldn’t accept it.
Still, she asked, "Can he be cured with medicine?"
"Doctor Jiang said there’s a very good chance he will need to take medicine all his life." Then, he quickly added, "I’ve already written to the elder to have Fang Shicai come and see him. If Fang Shicai agrees, we will then search far and wide for a famous doctor."
An Jing was silent for a long while before finally speaking, "My lord, I don’t want our child to become a jar of medicine. If it’s his destiny to be one, I will accept it. But if there’s the slightest chance he can be cured, I won’t give up."
"Mm," Xiao Changyi nodded. "I’ll also ask the elder to issue a royal proclamation to find a famous doctor for us."
This was their child; she would not give up trying to save him, and naturally, neither would he.
He, too, didn’t want to see his son live his life like a jar of medicine.
An Jing said no more, only looking at her youngest son with deep tenderness.
After a while, she turned her gaze to the other three very healthy children, watching their little white and tender faces, their small eyes, little noses, and tiny mouths. The eldest son, who had been awake, closed his eyes and fell asleep again, and the three little ones were all sleeping sweetly.
Gradually, her frail youngest son also closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Watching the four children of their family, An Jing’s heart melted, and her face and eyes were full of tenderness. Not wanting to disturb the children, she spoke softer than before, "My lord, we thought there were two, but it turned out to be four, so don’t we need to think of two more names?"
Xiao Changyi said, "Let’s discard the names I’d previously thought of and choose them anew. Meng Lanqing said during your labor, there appeared an unusual sign in the sky; clouds showed vibrant colors, and only after all four children were born did the auspicious clouds slowly dissipate. Jing Xingqingyun, ’auspicious,’ and to hope for good fortune, we shall name our children with Jing Xingqingyun—Yi Jing, Yi Xing, Yi Qing, and Yi Yun. What do you think?"
"Good," An Jing had no objections. After a pause, she smiled and added, "Then the boss and the second should take your surname, while the third and fourth take mine."
Xiao Changyi actually wanted the children to take An Jing’s surname, but seeing her intent on having the children bear his, he would not refuse, nodding in agreement, "Mm."
An Jing’s gaze swept over the faces of their four sons, softly reciting the names of the four little ones, "Su Yi Jing, Su Yi Xing, An Yi Qing, An Yi Yun. Jing’er, Star, Qinger, Yun Er..."
Xiao Changyi had long been granted the imperial surname ’Su,’ and since the children would take his surname, naturally, it would be Su.
While An Jing was calling out the names of the little ones, Xiao Changyi stood up, went outside, and instructed Meng Zhuqing waiting at the door to make a bowl of egg noodles for An Jing.
Then, he re-entered the inner room.
Then, he moved all the cradles to the bedside.