On the dawn of the fourth day, golden sunlight began to rise from the edges of the sky, the moon sank towards the water's surface, and stars big and small hid their presence.

    Bright red Mei Hua flowers bloomed beautifully, their petals adorned with dewdrops reflecting the gentle morning light, creating a scenery akin to a celestial paradise.

    However, in that manor, no one spared a thought for the beauty outside, as a small cry within grabbed all their attention.

    "Waaahh..."

    The bedroom was crowded with midwives that the young General had hurriedly gathered, almost spilling out of the room.

    At this moment, everyone's faces beamed with joy. Feixian wore a gentle smile filled with delight, her face tired yet radiant, despite being covered in sweat.

    When she saw the small bundle wrapped in a clean white cloth brought before her by one of the midwives, all exhaustion seemed to vanish.

    "Congratulations, Furen. You have a daughter."

    The elderly midwife holding the tiny bundle spoke, handing the newborn to the mother for a closer look.

    The young woman embraced the little one against her chest with tender care, her heart overflowing with immense joy.

    Ah... her beloved child was finally born.

    "Xian'er, how are you?"

    As the bedroom door swung open, the tall and robust figure of the Invincible General hurried in, his voice filled with relief and joy as he inquired about his beloved wife.

    The woman on the bed returned a sweet smile to her husband and extended the bundle holding their daughter for him to see.

    "My daughter, you're so adorable."

    Zhao Minglong leaned down to gently kiss the baby wrapped in the cloth, careful not to hurt the little girl. His handsome face broke into a wide smile, his eyes shining with love and adoration.

    "Such fair skin like snow, little red lips, and such a delicate face. You'll surely grow up to be as beautiful as your mother."

    The now-doting father lavished praises on his daughter in his arms, his laughter of joy filling the room.

    Zhang Feng, standing by the side, couldn't resist peeking at the tiny figure in the bundle. Upon seeing her, he couldn't help but retort,

    "A beauty? She's tiny and red, with wrinkled skin. Master, I dare say she's no different from a little monkey in the forest."

    The trusted servant's words hit the General like a thunderbolt. Without waiting for a further response, the powerful leg of the General, true to his formidable reputation, swiftly kicked at the middle of the servant's body.

    "Zhang Feng, if you weren't my confidant, you'd be dead."

    Zhao Minglong growled in a low tone, not realizing that Zhang Feng was already lying unconscious on the floor, unable to hear his threat.

    Seeing this, Feixian slowly withdrew her hand from under the pillow where a jeweled dagger lay hidden. If Zhang Feng could foresee the future, he would have to endlessly thank Minglong for acting first. Had Minglong not intervened, the target of the dagger thrown by the wife might have been the servant's neck.

    'You're lucky this time. Dare to insult my child again, and I'll cut off your tongue.'

    She plotted silently against him, then turned to her husband with a voice as sweet as before, contrasting her earlier thoughts.

    "My husband, what shall we name our daughter?"

    Zhao Minglong gazed happily out the window, his eyes fixed on the brightly blooming Mei Hua tree amidst the falling snow, making the view outside spectacular.

    Before he gazed down at his daughter in his arms, his handsome face broke into a broad smile, his eyes filled with love and affection as he slowly spoke,

    "She was born on a bright day, yet with snow gently falling, and the Mei Hua in our garden blooming in full glory. So, let's name her 'Meihua.' What do you think, my dear?"

    Feixian followed her husband's gaze out the window, seeing the Mei Hua blossoming amidst the snow, capturing her attention with its beauty. She nodded in agreement before leaning against the strong shoulder that cradled their daughter by her side.

    'Meihua, my little Mei. I wish for you to grow up happy and never give in to any obstacles, just like the Mei Hua that blooms beautifully even on the snowiest days.'

    In the bedroom, the family of three immersed themselves in these pleasant thoughts, paying no mind to the heap beside the door that resembled a pile of old rags. This was one of the manor's servants, who, at this moment, lay unconscious beneath the window they gazed out of, completely unnoticed...