Chapter 119: The Royal Family Must Rely on the Xian Sect

Fubao returned to the Xue Wang Fu, and Qin He took the small dangling hairpin from Fubao's hand, also dissatisfied.

Two tassels with tiny agate stones; compared to Qin Bi's dazzling dangling hairpin and phoenix crown, this small hairpin made her look like a mere girl from a humble family. The Old Yan Guogong's wife didn't know what had gotten into her—her gifts were becoming increasingly stingy.

Qin He handed it to Fubao: "It was given to you by your grandmother at the Yan Guogong Manor; wear it and play."

Fubao wasn't satisfied, but since it was a new style of hairpin, the little girl put it on anyway. Feeling quite beautiful, she ran to the Imperial Palace to show it off, but neither the Little Imperial Prince nor Rong Yang were interested.

After the Red Flame Festival, the court was busy with political affairs; who had the time to care whether she looked beautiful or not?

Rong Yang was used to seeing Qin Bi's dazzling phoenix crown and jewelry, so the child didn't think much of a slightly more delicate small hairpin. Rong Juan gave Qin Bi everything he could; as long as Qin Bi wanted it, she never lacked for precious jewelry.

"Is my hairpin pretty?" Fubao ran in front of Rong Yang.

Rong Juan saw this from the Imperial Study, stood up, left the study, and walked away holding Rong Yang's hand. Rong Yang followed along wobbling, so Rong Juan simply leaned down and picked up the little milk bun.

"Is my hairpin pretty?" Fubao, having received no praise, persisted in asking, unwilling to give up.

Neither Rong Juan nor Rong Yang paid her any mind, but the Little Imperial Prince hurriedly said, "Pretty, it's pretty."

Fubao lifted her chin in triumph, and the Little Imperial Prince hurried away.

Inside the Imperial Study, Rong Juan set the little milk bun aside. The Great Yan Emperor handed the child a piece of pastry and said to Rong Juan, who had continued picking up his memorials: "My dear official, why not let the child play outside? It's not very cold today."

Rong Juan spoke with implication: "To learn a lack of manners?"

The Great Yan Emperor glanced outside. Fubao was acting coy, feeling she was incredibly beautiful and admiring herself. Though she wasn't big, she was obsessed with beauty and loved to throw tantrums.

Fine, she truly didn't look like a noble lady of a Prince's Manor.

Rong Juan felt nothing but disdain for Fubao's petty behavior. He settled the little milk bun beside him, pondering that he wouldn't bring Rong Yang into the palace next time; the children taught by Qin He were not fit to be seen in public.

"Sigh," the Great Yan Emperor said, "She is a disciple of the Immortal Sect."

The Immortal Sect was higher than the Imperial Clan, but the Imperial Clan possessed the aura of an Emperor, which the Immortal Sect feared, so they would give the Rong Di and the Great Yan Emperor some face—that was all. The Immortal Sect was the pinnacle of the Cultivation World, and the Imperial Clan had to rely on them.

Rong Juan remained silent. With him and He Yan assisting the Great Yan Emperor, the Immortal Sect dared not act presumptuously.

Thinking of the barren farmland in Great Yan, the Great Yan Emperor sighed. The little milk bun looked over: "Imperial He He Bo Fu, why are you sighing? Is the pastry from the Imperial Kitchen not fragrant today?"

The Great Yan Emperor said to the child: "Our Great Yan's soil is barren!"

Hearing this, the little milk bun sighed while eating her pastry. Compared to Great Chu and Rong Di, Great Yan's farmland was indeed barren, and their Fortune Value and Luck Value were both a little bit lacking, too.

Outside the Imperial Study, Fubao was still showing off, and the palace maids were chiming in.

In the Qin Yan Hou Fu, the Marquis was preparing items for Qin Tan to take to the Beast Realm's small space. Compared to the down-and-out manor of the past, they were a bit wealthier now; he could take out a few defensive talismans, as well as summoning magic tools.

Qin Tan instructed Qin Lang: "Go and ask your sister Qin Bi if she is going to the Beast Realm's small space."

Qin Bi said she had to discuss it with the Heir Apparent, but after returning, there was no movement.

Qin Lang said: "Alright, I'm going now."

Qin Lang rode his horse to the Rong Prince's Manor. It was still very cold in late January. Qin Bi was sitting in front of a charcoal brazier to keep warm. Qin Lang entered the main hall; the living room was as warm as spring, and they were burning quite a lot of charcoal.

As soon as Qin Lang entered, he shouted: "Sister, you are truly extravagant. You use quite a lot of high-grade charcoal in a single day."

"This is the Rong Prince's Manor." Qin Bi was left bewildered by these words. She reminded Qin Lang and said: "If we couldn't even afford to burn charcoal, you would be looking down on the Prince's Manor too much."

"Sister," Qin Lang pulled up his robes and sat down: "In this Cultivation World of ours, trees are scarce and the land doesn't grow anything. High-grade charcoal is comparable to Beast Realm crystals; gold and silver jewelry aren't even as valuable as plants and wood."

Qin Bi suddenly remembered the cold of winter, but she still said: "In the past, when I followed your family to the place where Third He He Bo Fu served as County Magistrate, it was truly cold in winter, and we burned charcoal too."

"That was coal," Qin Lang corrected: "Not charcoal; it had a lot of smoke and fire."

Fine, Qin Bi understood. She didn't know about places outside Great Yan, but in Great Yan, the soil was barren, rain was scarce, and nothing grew. Even the harvest from the good fields wasn't enough to eat, so burning high-grade charcoal was indeed extravagant.

As long as it was a plant, it was valuable.

"What did you come here for?" Qin Bi asked.

A maid served tea and placed it on the small side table.

Qin Lang picked up the teacup to drink, feeling the warmth of the living room, and relayed his father Qin Tan's words. Qin Lang said: "We will set off for the Beast Realm's small space as soon as it gets warm in February. Sister, are you going or not? If you are, make plans early."

Qin Bi was still pregnant, and Rong Juan might have been reborn. This man had a hard heart, yet he protected her like the apple of his eye. This child could not suffer the slightest mishap; otherwise, Rong Juan would take back all the kindness he showed Rong Yang.

Qin Bi pondered: "I haven't mentioned it to the Heir Apparent yet."

"Then go mention it to the Heir Apparent!" Qin Lang finished the tea in his cup, stood up, and left.

When Rong Juan brought Rong Yang back, Qin Bi mentioned it to him: "My Third He He Bo Fu is going to the Beast Realm's small space to stabilize his cultivation and collect some things for the Marquis Manor along the way. May I go too?"

Rong Juan raised his eyelids: "You are pregnant; you are not allowed to go."

Qin Bi deliberated and probed: "Perhaps I could get something better for the child."

Rong Juan looked at her, his gaze scrutinizing. Qin Bi said: "In the past, you stopped me, and I couldn't do anything. Now, don't stop me."

Qin He was a transmigrator who did whatever she wanted, whipping up soap and all sorts of little gadgets, opening shops and becoming a little rich woman. But when Luo Bi wanted to go into the mountains to try her luck, Rong Juan wouldn't allow it.

Both were transmigrators, yet Qin He lived a smooth life while Qin Bi remained obscure.

He He Shizi Apparent deserved the credit.

Rong Juan knew clearly in his heart; as long as she didn't vent her anger on his child, it was fine. He softened his tone: "Very well, I won't stop you. Go, but you must protect our child well. I, Rong Juan, am fated to have no children; this child did not come easily, and I view it as a treasure. You must be aware of that."

Qin Bi retreated: "How about I don't go."

"Go ahead," a smile crossed Rong Juan's lips.

For this, Rong Juan made a trip to the palace and asked the Great Yan Emperor for a top-grade teleportation array. The Great Yan Emperor only had this one top-grade teleportation array and treasured it dearly; he was not at all happy to give it to Rong Juan.

Rong Juan strode out of the Imperial Palace, lest the Great Yan Emperor ask for the teleportation array back.

Qin Bi made a trip back to the Qin Yan Hou Fu and gave Qin Tan a firm answer: "I am going."

Qin Tan nodded, busy preparing items for the Beast Realm's small space. He only responded to Qin Bi with a sound and, in a hurry to leave, the Marquis and the Heir Apparent Qin Yan followed him.

"What are you in such a rush for?" Qin Bi asked Qin Lang.

"To go to the Ministry of Revenue to select a Beast Realm small space!" Qin Lang said.