Chapter 100: Rare

Qin Bi looked at little Rong Yang and smiled: "Harvest the vegetables first, we'll talk after harvesting."

Rong Yang nodded, and Rong Juan let them make the decisions, without any intention of interfering.

Lin Yao, Yan Yan Huwei Yan, and the others saw this and immediately scattered to harvest vegetables. The subsequent harvesting was much more careful. They had been very concerned after seeing some red radishes crack when dropped, and now they could be said to be cautious.

Such sweet vegetables must not be bruised.

The soil was not dry, so it wasn't hard. Therefore, they dug around the ones that couldn't be dug out, and after digging them out, carefully placed them in baskets. The guard captain looked at the green-and-purple leaves and even plucked a little to chew.

Qin Bi carefully moved with the harvesting team, watching the guard captain's actions, wanting to know how the vegetable leaves tasted.

She saw the guard captain's smile bloom, exclaiming: "It's sweet."

The guard captain with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes held the vegetable leaves with a surprised expression, as if he had discovered something incredible. Qin Bi found his expression interesting and was just about to laugh when the top strategist Lin Yao plucked a leaf to taste.

"My goodness." Lin Yao's eyes shone: "It really is sweet."

"Let me taste." Rong Yang plucked a leaf, put a piece in his mouth, and chewed. The child's eyes lit up: "The leaves are delicious, sweet like fruit."

Qin Bi was speechless, looking around, wanting to find someone who needed to be fooled.

Rong Juan gathered her into his arms and asked: "What are you looking for?"

Qin Bi couldn't tell the truth. Such suspicion was detrimental to her status as Heir Consort. An Heir Consort should be upright and generous, having an appreciative eye and trust for the people in the manor.

But she was just an illegitimate daughter, with limited knowledge and bearing. Everyone said the leaves were delicious, who were they fooling? If Rong Yang wasn't among them, Qin Bi would be even more suspicious. Did they think she was just like when she first crossed over, never having eaten vegetable leaves?

Had she never eaten vegetable leaves? Great Yan's land was arid, and when harvesting vegetables on the farm, they couldn't bear to throw away the radish leaves, so they kept them to eat as a dish, and that was it. It was impossible for them to be delicious.

And sweet? Qin Bi wouldn't believe it.

Qin Bi didn't believe it, but Lin Yao and the strategists were busy. After tasting the leaves, they called the guards and attendants to pick up even the broken leaves, using baskets to hold them, almost collecting the soil growing on the radishes too.

"Brother Rong Yang." The little prince Yan Xun hurried over, holding up his robes as he ran.

"Little Prince Brother, why are you here?" Rong Yang held a crisp, sweet red radish, eating it while standing beside his parents, asking in confusion: "Didn't your Fubao sister enter the palace?"

Qin Bi's gaze flashed, and Rong Juan's expression remained unchanged.

"She wasn't there when I came." The little prince ran to Rong Yang: "What are you eating? Is it delicious?"

Rong Yang exerted some effort, broke off a piece of the crisp, sweet red radish, and gave it to the little prince. The little prince didn't stand on ceremony and took a bite, then his face was full of surprise at the sweetness, and he discussed buying some with Rong Yang.

Rong Yang shook his head: "Not for sale."

The little prince Yan Xun tilted his head, looking at Rong Yang's little face, and said eagerly: "Giving me a few is fine too, why is it so delicious!"

"Your family's spiritual plant chicken wasn't given to me to eat either." Rong Yang remembered it in his little head and said again: "My mother is pregnant and needs to eat good things. Emperor Uncle gave Fubao's family a spiritual plant chicken, but didn't give my family even one."

"I can't make the decision!" The little prince was anxious and stomped his foot.

This useless Father Emperor!

Rong Yang stopped talking. The guards following the little prince in the palace also stood by. Lin Yao and the others didn't let them harvest vegetables, and wouldn't let them touch the harvested vegetables either, treasuring them like crazy.

Hmph, the little prince's guard captain folded his arms. Red radishes, who hadn't eaten them before? Rare.

"It's so sweet, so sweet." The little prince leaned over and whispered.

The guard captain was suspicious, half-believing.

The little prince hardened his heart and broke off a tiny bit from the small piece of crisp, sweet red radish he had left. The guard captain tasted it, and then his expression lit up, staring at the field full of crisp, sweet red radishes with shining eyes.

"Buy some!" The guard captain urged the little prince.

"They won't sell." The little prince wanted to buy some too!

The guard captain sighed, his eyes flashing: "Go back and ask Fubao's family. Isn't their whole family blessed? If the Rong Prince Manor's fief can grow such delicious red radishes, the Xue Wang Manor shouldn't be short of them either."

The little prince thought for a while and gave the guard captain a "you're stupid" look. Every time, it was Fubao asking the palace for things; when had the palace ever gotten anything from Fubao's hands?

The guard captain was helpless and went back to ask Rong Yang, but Rong Yang wouldn't sell.

After harvesting the crisp, sweet red radishes for half a day, the little prince just ran around. Rong Yang would give him one to eat, but no more. After harvesting the entire field, there was nothing left in the field.

They loaded the carts and transported them back to the Prince Manor, cart by cart, all with radish leaves, and the ones dropped on the ground were collected.

"Hey, Yan Yan Huwei Yan." The little prince's guard captain was unhappy: "What do you mean? We'll eat one of your crisp, sweet red radishes, but you treasure the leaves so much. Do you think I'd eat your leaves?"

Yan Yan Huwei Yan didn't speak, giving the guard captain a meaningful look.

The guard captain hissed and touched his chin. What did that mean?

Only then did the little prince remember to pluck a leaf to eat. My goodness, the little prince almost jumped up: "Why are these leaves so delicious? They're as fragrant and sweet as fruit."

The guard captain also plucked a leaf to eat, and then he stopped talking.

Rong Juan looked at the sky and took Qin Bi back first.

After Lin Yao and the strategists searched the vegetable field and found nothing left, they picked up Rong Yang, called the little prince who had been running around, and everyone left the Rong Heir's fief together.

The little prince returned to the palace, and the Rong Prince Manor's main courtyard was lively.

Qin Bi ate something in the main hall, took a hand warmer, and went to the front courtyard. The guards were moving the sweet, crisp red radishes to the warehouse trip after trip. Rong Yang's little face was excited, and Rong Juan was watching.

Qin Bi didn't go into the room, but discussed with Rong Juan in the courtyard: "The crisp, sweet red radishes that cracked and flowered, let's distribute them to the manor's strategists and guards. If we don't sell them, the flowered ones won't keep."

The guards and strategists pricked up their ears.

Rong Juan pondered for a moment: "That's fine."

Lin Yao, Yan Yan Huwei Yan, and the others were beaming. Even the flowered ones were fine; they were being rewarded to them, no need to spend silver to buy. One by one, they were overjoyed and went to the side to distribute the crisp, sweet red radishes.

Although the Heir they followed was a bit stingy, it was still okay.

The crisp, sweet red radishes that had flowered were divided into several grades, some broken, some with many cracks. These wouldn't keep, so they were distributed according to ability, one portion each. They took them away quickly, worried the leaves would be plucked off.

Throughout the day, the entire Rong Prince Manor was lively.

Qin Bi was impressed by the Rong Heir. He said he wouldn't go to the imperial palace, and for two consecutive days, he didn't even go to the morning court. The Great Yan Emperor sent someone to call him, but Rong Yang didn't go either.