Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 660: Jingxi

Xiang Yu stood tall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable as he stared down at the trio sprawled across the floor. His voice, smooth yet laced with quiet authority, cut through the awkward silence. "Heard enough."

Mei scrambled upright, brushing imaginary dust from her robes. "We, umm... we were just passing by."

Lian popped up beside her, eyes darting. "We were looking for something." They spoke simultaneously.

Xiang Yu raised a brow. "So which one is it?"

Mei pointed vaguely at the floor. "Looking for something."

Lian gestured toward the hallway. "Passing by."

The pair immediately dropped to their knees, pretending to search for invisible trinkets, their movements exaggerated and clumsy. In Han Xin’s arms, the little dumpling giggled heartily, his laughter bubbling like a spring. He was thoroughly entertained by the spectacle, his chubby cheeks glowing with delight.

Little Bai stepped forward, hands clasped dramatically. "We heard nothing! We just wanted to see the little baby. Oh my god, he’s too cute awww, come to uncle and give me a hug!"

The child’s eyes lit up. He reached out eagerly, blowing bubbles with his lips as if to seal the deal. Han Xin chuckled and handed him over.

The girls gasped, jealousy flashing across their faces. "We want to hold him too!"

Even the Veyrasha bird, now sporting a comically oversized bow around its neck, flapped its wings and landed nearby, tilting its head curiously.

Soon, the little one was surrounded by four figures fawning over him, calling him "adorable," "precious," and "a divine dumpling." The child basked in the attention, clapping his hands and babbling joyfully, putting on a show like he was born for the spotlight.

Xiang Yu watched, lips twitching. This little one was good and selling cuteness.

Lian knelt beside the little dumpling, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she tilted her head. "He looks like Master," she declared, poking the child’s round cheek with a gentle finger.

Mei crouched beside her, inspecting the boy’s face with exaggerated scrutiny. "Yeah, but he has Dage’s eyes," she added, pointing at the shimmering eyes that mirrored Han Xin’s exactly.

The two girls proceeded to examine his tiny toes and fingers, counting each one like sacred relics, trying to determine which resembled Xiang Yu and which belonged to Han Xin. The little one was surprisingly cooperative, giggling and wiggling his limbs like he was enjoying a royal inspection.

Xiang Yu and Han Xin stood nearby, watching the scene unfold with bemused expressions. Han Xin’s arm was wrapped around Xiang Yu’s waist, his thumb gently caressing the curve of his hip. Xiang Yu leaned into the touch, their gazes meeting in quiet understanding.

"We have to give him a name," Xiang Yu murmured.

Han Xin sighed, rubbing his temple. "Don’t remind me. That’s been a battlefield for months."

Everyone had their own ideas. If it was a girl, names like Yue, Lan, or Xinyi were tossed around. For a boy, Hao (prosperous), Wei (greatness), and Cheng (success) were popular contenders. Even Han Zhan, in his feathered glory, had squawked his opinion more than once.

Xiang Yu chuckled. "As long as it’s not something ridiculous."

Han Xin nodded. "Okay... let’s try again."

They all gathered in the garden, the air fragrant with blooming spirit blossoms. The debate resumed, voices rising and falling like waves. Someone even shamelessly suggested naming him Lian. One could only wonder who that someone could be?

Xiang Yu raised a brow finding it funny. Meanwhile, the little one was climbing Han Xin like a determined kitten scaling a tree, giggling with every upward tug.

Xiang Yu watched the little bun gnawing on Han Xin’s sleeve with a mixture of amusement and awe. The child’s snow-white hair shimmered under the soft morning light, and his cheeks were flushed with warmth and mischief. Xiang Yu tilted his head thoughtfully and murmured, "He kind of looks like a Jingxi... a happy surprise."

At the sound of the name, the little cub turned his head, eyes wide and sparkling. "He!" he chirped, a sound so pure and sweet it could melt the frost off a glacier. Drool dripped from his lips as he reached out with stubby fingers, grasping at Xiang Yu’s robe with determined affection.

"You like that?" Xiang Yu asked, voice gentle.

The child cooed in response, blowing bubbles and babbling as though begging to hear the name again. Xiang Yu lifted him into his arms, cradling him close. "You like that, little Jingxi?"

"Dadadada!" the boy cried, stamping his approval with a chorus of delighted syllables.

Han Xin chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from Xiang Yu’s face. "Then Jingxi it is."

The others nodded in agreement, smiles blooming like spring blossoms. Thus, the newest member of the family was named Han Jingxi.

Why the family name Han. It was because Xiang Yu refused to let the child carry his mother’s surname. That woman had forfeited the right to be part of this miracle.

Han Xin understood. Though he wished Xiang Yu’s name would live on through their son, he knew better than to press. Instead, he reached out and entwined their fingers comforting him.

Han Jingxi giggled between them, a radiant bundle of joy.

Moments later, Han Xin stood beneath the shade of a spirit willow, watching little Xi Xi toddle through the garden with a leaf crown on his head, when a voice echoed in his mind; gruff, familiar, and unmistakably paternal.

"You brat. Is that how you speak to your father?"

Han Xin didn’t flinch. He replied mentally, "Let me guess. You want to see my son." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Han Jun’s tone was exasperated, like thunder rumbling behind clouds. "No, I want to see my grandson."

Han Xin smirked. "What’s the difference? It’s the same person."

"There’s a big difference," Han Jun snapped.

Han Xin sneered before responding, "Why do you want to see him? He’s malnourished anyway. I didn’t have divine power to give him."

That was a lie so bold it could’ve cracked the heavens. Han Jingxi, currently chasing butterflies, was as plump as a dumpling stuffed with celestial essence, his cheeks round, his belly soft, and his laughter loud enough to make flowers bloom.

Han Jun sighed. "Are you holding a grudge? You know your father was in a tight spot."

Han Xin’s voice softened. "I know."

The mental line went quiet, the kind of silence that wasn’t awkward but familiar like two warriors resting after a spar. Those who knew them understood: this was how they communicated, through banter and barbs laced with affection.

Then Han Jun asked, "What’s his name?"

Han Xin replied, "Han Jingxi."

A pause. Then, "What kind of name is that?"

Han Xin snorted. "Says the guy who named me Xin (Heart) Real original."

Han Jun grumbled, "You have a point."

Han Xin smiled, watching his son fall into a pile of petals with a triumphant squeal. "He’s a happy surprise. Just like his name."

"You have to bring him to the Divine Realm. He needs to go through judgment."