Who understands? The aloof female ruler always flirts without even realizing it.

After the commotion subsided, the ward returned to quiet, with only the occasional soft smacking of the baby's lips in satisfaction.

Shen Yan had somehow slipped into a corner of the room, his back to the hospital bed, and was making rustling noises as he fiddled with something.

Here, although the female insect doesn't secrete much milk, the baby insects have small appetites. They get full after eating from one side and then start playing with their little tail hooks.

Fortunately, Shen Yan had already taken care of the other side, thus avoiding the risk of bloating and pain.

Karandal carefully adjusted his posture and gathered his clothes.

Looking at the soft, milky-smelling little guy in her arms, she gently traced his delicate features that resembled Shen Yan's with her fingertips, and she truly loved him.

Looking up at the busy figure in the corner, she asked softly with some curiosity:

"My lord, what are you doing?"

Upon hearing this, Xiongzi turned around, holding several crumpled little paper balls in his hands, his face showing a mixture of excitement and mystery, and took a few steps back to the bedside.

Like presenting a treasure, she held the crumpled paper to the little one who had just finished eating and drinking, and said excitedly:

"Come here, little one, look over here!"

"Your father and I have come up with several names for you, but we haven't decided on one yet."

"Now is the perfect time, with the person involved here, so we can be fair, just, and transparent."

"Draw lots! You choose one!"

Seeing his serious expression, Karandal couldn't help but chuckle.

Only a male ruler would come up with the idea of ​​letting a newborn baby, whose eyes haven't even fully adjusted to the light, draw lots to name himself.

But he didn't stop them; instead, he watched this first serious interaction between father and son with indulgence and interest in his eyes.

The little guy was attracted by the waving paper in front of him and immediately let go of the tail hook he was holding onto.

He blinked his big, bright blue eyes, stretched out his small, short hands that he couldn't yet fully control, and waved them wildly in the air a few times.

Finally, the chubby fingers accidentally hooked onto one of the particularly crumpled little pieces of paper.

"Hey! I've chosen!"

Shen Yan immediately announced, carefully taking the crumpled paper from the child's weak little hand, and solemnly handing it to Kalandel:

"Honey, you drive, and see what name our child has chosen for himself."

The female insect tilted her head, took the crumpled little paper ball, and slowly unfolded it under the gaze of two pairs of bright eyes.

The paper was somewhat rough, and Shen Yan's slightly flamboyant handwriting was on it.

When he saw those three words, Kalandel was slightly stunned. Then, a deep and comforting warmth welled up in his heart, making his pale cheeks seem to be covered with a thin halo.

The note clearly stated:

Shen Lan'an.

The character "沈" in Shen Yan, "兰" in Kalander, and the last character "桉" (meaning tall and straight tree) are homophones for "growing strong and healthy" and "peaceful and safe".

He raised his head, looking at the powerful ruler who was anxiously awaiting the result. His eyes were slightly warm, and his voice carried a barely perceptible sob, yet it was filled with a gentle smile:

"Shen Lan'an...is a very nice voice."

Shen Yan secretly prefers names like "Shen Nianlan" and "Shen Mulan," as they immediately suggest a good relationship with one's partner.

But seeing that Karandal liked it, he didn't care anymore, and grinned like a child who had received the sweetest candy.

He bent down, first giving his wife a big kiss on the forehead, then couldn't resist gently pecking their baby's smooth little forehead, and said excitedly:

"Okay, that sounds nice. An'an, from now on you're a bug with a name!"

The little one seemed startled by the male father's sudden enthusiasm. He frowned, smacked his lips, turned his head away, whimpered, and buried his face in his female father's arms.

……

As dawn broke, warm golden rays streamed through the windows, filling the ward.

The news spread quickly, and many relatives, friends, and colleagues who learned of Karandal's dramatic birth of the male larvae the previous night began to come to visit and offer their congratulations.

Although Shen Yan was overjoyed at the birth of the cub, he remained vigilant after experiencing the conspiracy in the delivery room.

Therefore, citing the need for the female queen to recuperate, she declined most visitors and only received a few female insect colleagues who had a strong relationship with Kalandall in the military and knew him well.

The ward became lively for a while, filled with sincere blessings and praise for the newborn.

Several female soldiers looked at the little girl with black hair and blue eyes, who was so beautiful it was unbelievable, and couldn't help but lower their voices, their faces full of surprise, and tentatively touched An An's little fist.

They are usually fierce on the battlefield, but now their usually cold and hard faces show a rare hint of caution and helplessness.

Although exhausted, Kalandall was still in good spirits. He leaned against his pillows and chatted quietly with his old friends, his face radiating the gentle glow of a new father insect.

After all the insects that came to visit had left and the ward returned to quiet, the female insect showed signs of fatigue on her face.

Just as Shen Yan was about to tell him to get some rest, there was another gentle knock on the door.

He got up to open the door, and when he saw the two people standing outside, he raised an eyebrow, a playful smile instantly spreading across his face, and said in a light tone:

"Oh? You two came together? What's going on, is good news on the horizon?"

Standing outside the door were Miller and Locke.

Upon being asked this question, the young gentleman's fair cheeks instantly flushed crimson, like a ripe shrimp. His eyes darted around in a panic, avoiding eye contact with Locke beside him, and he stammered an explanation:

"No, no! Ah Yan, don't talk nonsense!"

"I...I just happened to run into Lieutenant General Locke downstairs, so...we came up together..."

His words were hesitant and unconvincing.

In fact, Miller had been secretly loitering downstairs at the hospital before dawn, guessing that Locke would definitely come to visit Shen Yan and Karandal's newborn baby.

In an attempt to create a chance encounter, he spent the entire morning like a fool, squatting at the hospital entrance watching the insects come and go.

Locke remained as gentle yet aloof as ever, his posture upright, a smile playing on his delicate features.

He nodded slightly to Shen Yan as a greeting. He neither echoed Miller's clumsy lie nor exposed it on the spot, acting as if he hadn't heard it. Instead, he turned his gaze to the ward and asked in a calm tone:

"How is the General's health? Is it convenient to visit him?"

It's been months, and Miller's pursuit of her is still progressing slowly. Shen Yan found it amusing and didn't tease him any further, stepping aside to make way for him.

"Come in, Lanlan was just about to rest. He'll be happy to see you."

The two insects entered the ward one after the other. Locke went straight to the bedside, his gaze lingering for a moment on Karandel's slightly tired but happy face. After confirming that he was alright, he then looked at the little dumpling beside him.

The little one was also looking at the newcomer with curiosity, completely unafraid of strangers, and even took the time to blow a bubble. The female soldier's brows softened unconsciously.

"Congratulations, the baby is very beautiful."

He sincerely congratulated her, and after obtaining her consent, he reached out and pinched Shen Lan'an's soft little face, his affection evident in his words.

Miller quickly moved closer, looking at the tiny newborn with curiosity and excitement. She subtly moved towards Locke, her face still flushed, and exclaimed softly:

"It's so small..."

As she spoke, she carefully took out a beautifully packaged little box and handed it to Shen Yan: "This is a gift for the baby, a little golden lock that has been blessed, hoping that he will be safe and healthy."

The male accepted it with a smile, reached out and ruffled the top of his fluffy hair, and whispered his thanks:

"Thank you for your visit, and thank you for your gift, Your Excellency Miller."

Noticing Locke's silence in the face of the young master's approach, and the lack of strong resistance he showed, and seeing Miller's desire to get closer but not daring to be too obvious, Shen Yan stroked his chin, a knowing smile flashing in his eyes.

This little guy's months of relentless pursuit wasn't entirely without effect.

At least, Locke's willingness to appear here with him was already a form of tacit approval and progress.