Chapter 112

The little milk bun tilted his head, watching He Yan, very obediently.

"I'll ask you for some." Rong Yang said: "But you don't have any left."

He Yan's smile was as warm as jade. He took an exquisite brocade box from his storage bag and opened it. Inside were six deep-orange spirit peaches from the Beast Realm. Compared to Fubao's high-grade spirit fruits, these six spirit fruits had even denser spiritual energy.

"Come here." He Yan said.

Rong Yang got off the stool and walked over. The little Imperial Prince eagerly crowded over; the brocade box was exquisitely crafted, a top-grade storage item from the Immortal Sect, capable of keeping spirit fruits and spirit plants for many years.

Six spirit peaches were arranged on yellow silk cloth.

"Which one do you want to eat?" He Yan presented the brocade box to Rong Yang: "Pick one yourself."

These were for him to eat, and Rong Yang was very happy, his eyes darting back and forth to choose. The little Imperial Prince was also busy choosing, his eyes picking, but he didn't reach out; He Shizi hadn't given him the chance to pick.

But the little Imperial Prince was very proactive; He Shizi could be considered a brother to his Imperial Father, so he was the same as Rong Yang.

He Yan placed the brocade box on the small table, reached out to pick up the little milk bun, and told Rong Yang: "These are all for you. If you hadn't come, I would have considered giving them to someone else."

Rong Yang was anxious and turned back to say: "Why didn't you go to the Rong Prince's Manor to call me?"

He Yan was slightly stunned. Rong Yang turned his head to continue picking a spirit peach; he would eat one, and take the rest home for his mother to eat. His mother was still carrying his younger brother; it had been so hard for their family to finally hope for one.

The servants were dumbfounded. Oh my, their Heir Apparent had never held a child before.

Rong Yang was a tiny little bundle, holding a spirit peach and gnawing on it. He Yan just watched like this, watching a few more times; this little fellow was just like his mother, if she didn't need him, she wouldn't even pay him any mind.

The little Imperial Prince was leaning on the other side of the small table; He Shizi didn't invite him to eat, and he felt awkward reaching out to take a spirit peach.

"He Shizi?" The little Imperial Prince Yan Xun asked: "Is there one for me?"

He Yan glanced at him sideways. He understood the little Imperial Prince's meaning, but He Yan didn't want to share Rong Yang's things with others. He spoke up: "Go ask your Imperial Father; with spirit-planted chickens being sent to others, it shouldn't be that there are no spirit fruits for you to eat."

The Emperor of Great Yan had acted on his own initiative to send spirit-planted chickens to the Xue Wang Fu, and He Yan didn't appreciate it.

"The spirit-planted chickens were sent to Fubao's home." The little Imperial Prince said, it was all for He Shizi's sake.

He Yan's expression was indifferent. It was fine if he had no heirs, but if he did, all good things would naturally be reserved for his own child. The Xue Wang Fu had received many benefits from him, which should be enough.

The little Imperial Prince saw that He Shizi didn't even lift his eyelids, so he turned to ask Rong Yang: "Little Brother Rong Yang, are the spirit peaches delicious?"

"They're delicious." Rong Yang said, holding the spirit peach and gnawing on it.

"Why does Rong Yang have some, and I don't?" The little Imperial Prince questioned He Yan.

Only then did He Yan's gaze fall on the little Imperial Prince: "He calls me Father."

The little Imperial Prince: "..."

The little Imperial Prince was stifled; he wanted to eat, and He Shizi clearly liked Rong Yang more.

"Do I get spirit fruits to eat if I call you Father?" The little Imperial Prince asked.

"My heavens!" The servant's eyes went dark.

A glutton, what kind of question is that to ask? Can you ask the Emperor of Great Yan to change someone else to be your father?

Black lines crossed He Yan's forehead. Rong Yang was eating happily. He Yan broke off a piece of fruit flesh that Rong Yang hadn't gnawed on from the spirit peach Rong Yang had been eating and gave it to the little Imperial Prince. Too many of Rong Yang's things had been given away, and He Yan was not a very generous person.

The little Imperial Prince didn't mind and put it in his mouth to eat.

He Yan was tireless in taking care of the child. After Rong Yang ate the spirit peach, he proposed to leave. He Yan's expression stiffened, and he took out high-grade spirit plants to coax Rong Yang, so the child played for a while longer.

He Yan had originally thought the child had forgotten to go home, but after a while, Rong Yang said anxiously: "I have to go home."

He Yan was helpless and had no choice but to send the child out of the manor. The spirit peaches were packed up. The little milk bun wouldn't stay at the Yan Guogong Fu, and He Yan didn't send him off. Rong Yang didn't mind; he had obtained a box of spirit peaches and left happily.

He Yan watched the departing carriage, standing at the manor gate. When Rong Yang came to the Yan Guogong Fu, everything in the Guogong Fu belonged to Rong Yang; if he didn't come, He Yan didn't mind giving it to others.

One cannot be careless about the matter of heirs; He Yan didn't want to be deceived by others.

It was fine to casually raise other people's children, but He Yan still had to carefully consider his own child.

Returning to the manor, He Yan drank a sip of tea, his fingers tapping on the tabletop. He calculated the days from his marriage to Qin Bi to Rong Yang's birth. He wasn't in a hurry; the Yan Guogong Fu was right here, and if he wanted one, it had to be He Yan's child.

Rong Yang returned home and went to find Rong Juan first.

The child held the brocade box to present his treasure: "Father, high-grade spirit fruits."

Rong Juan dismissed his advisors, took a spirit peach, glanced at it, and put it back: "After raising someone else's child for so long, he finally knows to save some good things for our Rong Yang."

Rong Yang tilted his small head and said: "Share them with Mother to eat."

Rong Juan lowered his eyes, leaned over, and picked up the little milk bun. This child is good; he certainly doesn't take after He Yan. Rong Juan couldn't quite grasp Qin Bi's personality. He strode out of the study and returned to the main room to find Qin Bi.

Qin Bi had taken a nap. Rong Juan sat on the edge of the bed, and Rong Yang took the spirit fruit and said in a milky voice: "Mother, eat the spirit fruit for you."

"Where did it come from?" Qin Bi asked with a smile.

"The father at the Yan Guogong Fu gave it to me." Rong Yang said.

Qin Bi lost interest: "You eat it."

Rong Juan took one and gave it to Qin Bi: "This is a high-grade spirit fruit; eating it is good for the fetus."

Qin Bi looked at Rong Juan: "I don't want to eat it."

Rong Juan understood; it was better to let Rong Yang eat them all. Qin Bi still hadn't let go of the fact that she had been looked down upon by the Yan Guogong Fu. This woman had a cold heart; once she decided to break things off, she did so completely. If it weren't for him saying Rong Yang was his child, Qin Bi wouldn't have wanted it.

This couldn't be said to Rong Yang, but it was indeed the case.

Rong Juan could see it now; even if Qin Bi had been judged by a Mystic Master to have a fate without children, and she had finally become pregnant, Qin Bi wouldn't want He Yan's child. People were already going to take a secondary wife, so what was the meaning of her running away with the child?

Therefore, Rong Yang was his, Rong Juan's, child.

Rong Yang ate another spirit fruit, and Rong Juan put them away, not letting him eat any more.

Rong Yang and Qin Bi started playing, laughing gaily.

By the sixteenth month, Qin Bi's pregnancy didn't hinder her eating, but Qin He had finished the spirit fruits and started having severe morning sickness again, vomiting whatever she ate, and from time to time, she would disturb the fetus.

An ordinary family couldn't afford to raise Qin He, Qin Lang clicked his tongue.

Supposedly, Qin Bi should be more delicate; after all, the Rong Shizi was one of the two powerful heirs in Great Yan, and the Rong Shizi also had a fate of being a wife-killer and childless. It wasn't easy to have a wife and child, so no matter how much he pampered her, it wouldn't be too much.

As it turned out, Qin Bi was peaceful and quiet, while Qin He was just so pretentious!

Qin Lang wanted to go to the Rong Prince's Manor to see his cousin, so Jiang Shi tidied up and followed along with a few children. Thus, Rong Yang took his cousins to the martial arts field of the Rong Prince's Manor to play.

Qin Lang was envious, but he still stayed behind to keep Qin Bi company and talk.

"The Great Aunt and Mother wanted crisp, sweet radishes, but Mother didn't give them any." Jiang Shi sat before the charcoal stove, holding a tea bowl and saying: "She said it was because Qin He had morning sickness and vomited whatever she ate."

"Just give them to her." Qin Bi said.

Jiang Shi showed a look of surprise, and Qin Lang also looked at Qin Bi in confusion.