Chapter 113: Not Sending Anything to Qin He

Qin Lang said, "Didn't you say you wouldn't give her anything?"

Why the change of heart this time?

In Jiang Shi's view, when Heir He married Qin Bi to pave the way for Qin He, regardless of whether it was Qin He's idea, Qin Bi and Qin He could never be on good terms; they were merely from the same Qin Yan Hou Manor, maintaining a relationship of just nodding to each other.

Crisp, sweet red radishes were rare fruits and vegetables in winter; who would be willing to give them to Qin He?

Of course, Qin He was pregnant, and women were all soft-hearted.

Jiang Shi thought Qin Bi had softened, but to her surprise, Qin Bi said with indifference, "My Rong Yang's crisp, sweet red radishes are in short supply. I only give them to those I have a good relationship with. If you want to give them to Qin He, go ahead; she's not an outsider. Last time Qin He ate the crisp, sweet red radishes, the high-grade spirit fruit, and the spirit food given by the Emperor, her fortune value must have increased accordingly. The small county where Third He He Bo Fu is stationed was immediately hit by a beast attack. If you don't mind Qin He gaining that fortune, I don't mind either."

Did Qin Bi not mind? She did.

But compared to the people of Qin Yan Hou Manor, this bit of concern from Qin Bi didn't count for much.

Qin Bi could keep Qin He in check, but the people of Qin Yan Hou Manor might not be able to. Last time they gave Qin He the crisp, sweet red radishes, Qin Bi had a premonition that something would happen. Every point of fortune value Qin He gained was a point less for someone else!

Among the noble families in the capital, how many actually had fortune value testing stones? No one could test their fortune value every single moment, so they wouldn't know if they had one point less or one point more.

Invisibly, some people just liked to leech off others' fortune.

"This..." A look of surprise flashed in Jiang Shi's eyes.

Qin Lang's expression changed several times. Eating a crisp, sweet red radish was nothing; it was rare, but not some heaven-defying treasure. He and Jiang Shi hadn't thought much of it, but after hearing Qin Bi put it that way, Qin Lang's heart skipped a beat.

Last time, when the He family sent some to the Marchioness of Qin Yan, Qin Bi hadn't approved.

But the Marchioness of Qin Yan was the mistress of the manor and had her own dignity. Since she had opened her mouth to ask for them, it wouldn't do to reject her face. Later, later, Qin He had a string of good luck, everything going smoothly.

"Is sending crisp, sweet red radishes grown in the fields really that serious?" Qin Lang was confused, yet he didn't dare not believe it.

None of them were Mystic Masters or Art Masters; they understood nothing.

Precisely because they didn't understand, they preferred to believe it than not. What Qin Bi said didn't make sense, but Jiang Shi believed it a little. The problem was that it was too coincidental, and Qin Bi had warned them beforehand.

Then, Qin He had smooth sailing, and Qin Tan was injured by a beast.

"Fortune is accumulated bit by bit. Some people accumulate their own luck and fortune, while some people like to leech off others' fortune." Qin Bi remained detached, not making decisions for Jiang Shi and Qin Lang. She said, "If you don't believe me, you can try it. Give them to her. As for what I give to my parents, Father and Mother can give them to whoever they want."

"Still want to try?" Jiang Shi raised her voice. Wasn't this playing with fire? Jiang Shi said, "Let's just not give them."

"Right, right, right." Qin Lang nodded vigorously. "Let her choke on it. Whether she likes to eat it or not, we won't give it to her anymore. Sister Qin Bi is also pregnant, and we haven't seen her being so delicate; Qin He is just the one with all the drama."

Jiang Shi nodded. That was the case; Qin He had too much drama.

She shouldn't have said this in front of Qin Bi, Jiang Shi thought to herself. Before Qin He was married, she was just a concubine-born daughter of the manor's second branch, not exactly precious, but now she had become delicate.

The upbringing of a concubine-born daughter was a bit lacking; she loved to make a scene.

"Sister." Qin Lang suddenly became concerned. This time, Qin Tan's injury had scared the young lad. Qin Lang leaned toward Qin Bi and said, "Tell me, what else should we pay attention to in the future?"

Being a very obedient cousin, Qin Bi pondered, thought seriously for a moment, and smiled. "Actually, it's nothing much. Just try to give Qin He as little as possible, especially things I've given. Don't let Qin He touch them at all."

Jiang Shi listened carefully as well. Regardless of whether Qin Bi was sharp-witted or truly had some methods, she had to listen; it wouldn't hurt, would it? This time, Third He He Bo Fu's injury had scared the younger generation.

"Why?" Qin Lang didn't understand.

"I have fortune, and I bring fortune to those around me." Qin Bi found it hard to explain too clearly. Suddenly, she smiled, a look of mockery appearing on her face. "Some people want too much; the Marquis Manor cannot afford her fortune value."

Qin Lang blinked, not quite understanding.

"Just remember, don't give my things to Qin He." Qin Bi poured a cup of tea and sipped it. "Even if you give them to Eldest Aunt and she turns around and gives them to Qin He, that won't do either."

"Is it only your things that can't be given to Qin He?" Jiang Shi asked in detail.

Otherwise, wouldn't they all become stingy misers?

Qin Bi found it amusing and didn't answer. Let them figure it out themselves.

Jiang Shi and Qin Lang exchanged a look, each with their own understanding. In short, being a bit stingy would do. Jiang Shi couldn't sit still anymore, worried that the He family would be persuaded by the Marchioness of Qin Yan and end up sending the crisp, sweet red radishes.

Qin Lang went to the martial arts field to pick up the children, and Jiang Shi stood up to take her leave.

With things weighing on their minds, Jiang Shi and Qin Lang separated after entering the Marquis Manor. Jiang Shi went to the He family's courtyard and told the He family what Qin Bi had said. The He family pondered and took it to heart.

When the Marchioness of Qin Yan brought up the crisp, sweet red radishes again, the He family didn't give them and found an excuse to decline.

Qin Lang was also instructing the Zhu family: "Mother, from now on, you should be a bit stingy and try not to give Qin He anything."

"That is a bit difficult." The Zhu family said, "In our Marquis Manor, your father has several brothers, and social interactions are inevitable. No matter how we try to avoid it, some things will end up in Qin He's hands."

Qin Lang understood this too and said, "Just be careful."

Qin Lang had truly taken Qin Bi's words to heart. The Zhu family nodded: "Alright, I will be careful."

Qin Lang began to hang out with the brothers and sisters of various branches. After staying for two days, he learned from Qin Yan that Qin He was still vomiting everything she ate, Heir He hadn't gone to the Beast Realm small space, and the Great Yan Emperor hadn't sent anything to Qin He either.

All because Qin He hadn't eaten the crisp, sweet red radishes from the fourth branch.

"Damn it." Qin Lang cursed.

The Red Flame Festival was approaching, and the court was getting busy. Rong Juan brought Rong Yang to court every day. The little milk bun was tiny, wobbling along behind Rong Juan. When he couldn't keep up, Rong Juan would lean down and pick him up.

Among the Six Ministries, the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Works were the busiest.

The Great Yan Emperor was no longer playful and paid more attention to court affairs.

"Your Majesty." The Minister of Revenue said, "It has barely snowed this winter, and the Red Flame Festival is almost here. Should we invite people from the Xian Sect to summon a rain or snowstorm? Otherwise, there won't be much winter wheat left."

Inviting people from the Xian Sect required preparing generous gifts from Great Yan. The Great Yan Emperor beckoned: "Come, let's discuss this."

The Minister of Revenue stepped forward. How could they discuss this? Just prepare the generous gifts.

Preparing these generous gifts also required inviting powerful cultivators from the Xian Sect. If they invited ordinary condensation-ability cultivators to summon a star or two of rain or snow, like Qin He, it wouldn't have the effect of rain or snow!

Being stingy wouldn't work either; the powerful figures of the Xian Sect wouldn't come. ===== CHAPTER 114 =====