Chapter 115: You Don't Have the Power of Life and Death Either

It was just a tiny cluster of auspicious clouds, but it was so clever.

"It ran away." Rong Yang was stunned.

Rong Juan wasn't in a hurry; he could catch it back.

"Is the cloud thread enough?" Rong Yang asked Qin Bi again.

It was just a small garment; Qin Bi didn't want to pluck the little auspicious cloud, so she nodded and said, "It's enough."

"Make two more." Rong Juan made a request.

Qin Bi's lifespan had been damaged when she was pregnant with Rong Yang, but now she was much better, and making two small garments wouldn't take much effort. Qin Bi nodded in agreement, and Rong Yang leaned over to pluck cloud threads from the auspicious clouds.

"The one you're pregnant with isn't picky." Rong Juan reached out to take Qin Bi's hand, felt her pulse, and said, "Don't call your legitimate mother over; just sew the small garments for the child you're carrying yourself."

"I'm not picky either." Rong Yang raised his little head and said.

Rong Juan hesitated: "How about I make a small garment for you too?"

Rong Yang was already more than half a year old, and small garments, no matter how small, weren't the same as those for a newborn. Making one for him would take as much cloud thread as making two for the newborn little bun.

Rong Yang's little auspicious cloud flew back to scout the situation, poked its head out, and Qin Bi waved her hand, making eye contact openly: "Go quickly."

Rong Yang and Rong Juan looked over at the same time, the little auspicious cloud paused, turned around, and ran away.

"Mother!" Rong Yang was unhappy; his small garment.

Qin Bi played dumb. Rong Juan understood everything. Seeing this situation, he didn't care anymore. As long as a small garment was made for his child, Rong Yang had his; he had given Rong Yang what he should have, and he couldn't treat his own child poorly.

Rong Juan left, and Rong Yang, a tiny little ball, sat on the bed plucking cloud threads. Qin Bi called Jiang Shi and the He family to help with the cutting. Jiang Shi looked at the cloud threads and was speechless for a long time. So, the concubine-born daughter of the Qin Yan Hou Manor was the one with the most fortune.

Qin He didn't need to be mentioned; Heir He had paved the way for Qin He to become Heir Xue's wife, sending all kinds of precious tonics and heaven-defying treasures. When she gave birth, she even got two auspicious clouds from Great Yan, plus this one from the Xian Sect; Qin He had gotten three auspicious clouds.

When Qin Bi gave birth to Rong Yang, the Great Yan Emperor presided over it directly.

Now, the one she was pregnant with hadn't even been born, and the small garments were made of cloud threads from auspicious clouds. Jiang Shi didn't even know how to be jealous. If the unmarried daughters in the Marquis Manor knew this, they would tear their little handkerchiefs to shreds.

Even the legitimate daughters of the Marquis Manor didn't have this destiny.

It was understandable for the Qin Yan Hou Manor to produce one Heir's wife, but to produce two, anyone would feel it was a great fortune. It was simply incredible; the luck of the Qin Yan Hou Manor was powerful.

"Wear Rong Yang's small garments." The He family also felt that using cloud threads was very extravagant and suggested, "It's good for a child to wear what others have worn."

"What's the benefit?" Qin Bi was interested in this.

The He family: "..."

After thinking for a long time and not being able to say why, the He family said, "That's what people say."

Since she couldn't give a reason, she wouldn't adopt it.

"Keep Rong Yang's." Qin Bi signaled the He family and Jiang Shi to continue measuring.

With Heir Rong's temper, for the sake of this child, he even treated Rong Yang as his own, hoping for a child until he was crazy. Let Heir Rong's child wear hand-me-down small garments? Was she joking?

Rong Yang pulled cloud threads from the auspicious clouds, and Rong Juan came over and took the child into the palace.

When the small garments were finished, Qin Bi liked them very much; she liked them no matter how she looked at them. They were tiny. Rong Yang also washed his little hands, unfolded them, and cherished them carefully, touching them. These were for his younger brother.

Qin Bi took another look at Rong Yang. Why was this little milk bun also looking forward to the child?

Rong Yang was raised by Rong Juan, so perhaps Rong Juan's emphasis on offspring had influenced the little milk bun. The child would manage Qin Bi, and whenever Qin Bi acted on her own, the little milk bun would complain to Rong Juan, which was infuriating.

Don't mention it, Qin Bi was indeed afraid of Rong Juan.

There was no way around it; this man was a god of slaughter, powerful in the court, and had suppressed her for so many years. Even now, Qin Bi's fighting spirit was stirring, but she was still wary of Heir Rong.

Fortunately, Qin Bi was now married to Rong Juan; otherwise, Qin Bi would only be a low-key concubine-born daughter for the rest of her life.

Rong Juan was very attentive to things for his own children. Seeing that Qin Bi and Rong Yang had cherished them enough, he carefully put the small garments away, came back, tidied up the bed, and Qin Bi and the child went to sleep.

Approaching the Red Flame Festival, the Rong Wang returned from the Beast Realm small space, dusty and tired, bringing back beasts with good fur and beasts with gentle spiritual energy. The Wang Fu was filled with joy.

The Prince's concubines and the secondary sons and daughters all came into the courtyard, their eyes burning with greed for the items from the Beast Realm's small space. In the past, Rong Juan would have sneered at them and gathered everything up.

The Rong Wang had gone to the Beast Realm small space for several months, all for the sake of Rong Juan's child. Rong Juan was clear-headed and didn't mind giving the concubine-born younger brothers and sisters a good look, throwing the scattered things to the Rong Wang's concubine-born sons and daughters.

The concubine-born sons and daughters were flattered and hurriedly began to choose.

The Rong Wang entered the room, and the concubine followed, dissatisfied: "You went for several months, and you only gave this little?"

The Rong Wang drank a cup of tea: "If you have the guts, you go ask for it."

The concubine: "..."

She didn't have the guts; that's why she was stirring up trouble!

She flicked her handkerchief. Forget it, let it be. The Rong Wang had no intention of standing up for them at all.

The concubine was aggrieved, stepped out, and set her eyes on a few beasts with gentle spiritual energy. She was envious and wanted them. No matter how she thought about it, she was unwilling. The concubine turned back to the main hall living room.

The Rong Wang put down the teacup and swept a faint glance at the concubine.

Alright, the concubine sobered up, and the slander she wanted to speak didn't come out at all.

In the Prince's Manor, if the concubines and the secondary sons and daughters were all bundled together to go against the Heir Apparent, they wouldn't have a single chance of winning. In the Prince's eyes, Rong Juan was his only true son; the others were as good as picked up off the street.

When the Red Flame Festival arrived, the whole capital became lively.

Among court officials and noble families, social interactions became busy.

The Great Yan Emperor stingily rewarded the court officials with some things. The Ministers of the Six Ministries, the other five Ministers pointed at the Minister of Revenue's nose and cursed him for being so stingy during the Red Flame Festival.

No one dared to curse the Emperor. In fact, the Great Yan Emperor was the stingiest.

Rong Juan originally wanted to distribute silver to his subordinates, but the advisors and guards didn't want it. Lin Yao said: "If possible, we want Chinese cabbage, or crisp, sweet red radishes will do."

Rong Yang ran to ask Qin Bi, and Qin Bi said: "Yes."

Thus, Lin Yao and the others were all happy.

On the second day of the second month, Rong Yang wore a black little heir robe. A little bun of more than half a year old, wearing a black robe? Qin Bi was speechless. If it were up to her, she would change it to a red little heir robe, or a purple little robe.

Rong Yang wasn't happy: "Father wears a black heir robe."

Qin Bi wanted to say, Heir Rong is a powerful official, black is the top, you are just a little heir, you have no power, wearing a black little heir robe, you don't have the power of life and death either.

Full of complaints, she couldn't squeeze her own child like that.

Rong Juan came over and matched Rong Yang with a purple belt. The cuffs of the black little heir robe were embroidered with purple gold silk cloud patterns. Thus, it had the cuteness of a milk bun amidst the nobility, and everyone was satisfied. ===== CHAPTER 116 =====