Chapter 12: Spiritual Ingredients

In ancient times, when officials went to court, it wasn't strange for them to stay for a meal if the court affairs weren't finished.

Therefore, Qin Bi didn't think much of it.

Not only did Qin Bi not think much of it, but the civil and military officials of the entire court didn't think much of it either. By noon, the Great Yan Emperor was hungry and glanced at the eunuch, who then arranged the imperial meal for noon.

The Great Yan Emperor was a decent emperor who didn't like extravagance. Usually, his lunch was the same as what the officials ate. On the first and fifteenth of the month, he ate rice and dishes containing spiritual energy.

It had always been like this, and surrounding countries had the same rule.

They were used to eating on the first and fifteenth. The Great Yan Emperor and the officials had all forgotten about this. When the meal was served, each official had two dishes and one soup, a combination of meat and vegetables, plus a bowl of rice.

If it wasn't enough, they could continue to serve rice, and steamed buns were provided until full.

He Yan ate relatively lightly. Rong Juan held the child and wasn't in a hurry to use chopsticks.

On the table in front of him were two dishes and one soup, as well as an empty plate and a small bowl Rong Juan had brought from home. The little guy was hungry and was chewing on the small teacup Qin Bi had condensed.

"He Ai Qing, why aren't you eating?" The Great Yan Emperor was just about to eat when he saw Rong Juan holding the child without moving his chopsticks, so he asked.

The officials were talking in low voices with the officials beside them, discussing the morning's court affairs. Hearing the Great Yan Emperor's question, they subconsciously looked over and discovered that this war-god-level Heir hadn't brought a food box.

The Minister of Works showed surprise. Rong Juan was waiting for these words. He held the child who was chewing the small teacup and said: "Didn't bring food for the little one. But he calls you Imperial Uncle, so why don't you, Emperor, share some food with your little nephew?!"

"This, this..." The Great Yan Emperor looked at his imperial meal: six dishes and one soup, a bowl of rice: "The child hasn't grown teeth yet, so it's not good to eat these dishes with heavy smoke and fire."

The Great Yan Emperor glanced at the eunuch: "Go to the imperial kitchen and steam a bowl of egg custard for the little Heir."

The eunuch received the order and walked quickly to the imperial kitchen to give instructions.

"No need to be so troublesome." Rong Juan stood up, took the small bowl and small plate, went to the Great Yan Emperor's side, and used chopsticks to pick up food from the Great Yan Emperor's plate, feeding it to the little guy.

The dishes and soup were all food containing spiritual energy. Rong Juan scooped a spoonful of soup, matched it with a little green vegetable, and fed it to the little guy. The little guy tasted something different and smacked his small mouth.

"Ah." The little guy opened his mouth.

Rong Juan continued to scoop soup, matched it with a few grains of rice, added a little vegetable, and fed it to the child. The little guy ate happily, his small arms and legs moving, and the child was overjoyed.

The Great Yan Emperor held the spoon: "..."

The officials: "..."

The officials finally realized what was going on. Good heavens, they thought he had forgotten to bring the food box, but it turned out he was waiting here. He was running to the court to sponge off a meal. The Great Yan Emperor only ate a meal of spiritual ingredients on the first and fifteenth of the month, and this Heir was not polite at all.

Those who were on good terms with the Emperor didn't get to eat, and the Minister of Works was angry, staring at the child. He could really eat; he had already drunk more than half of a bowl of soup.

The Prime Minister and the Minister of Revenue were blowing their beards and staring, so angry they couldn't eat.

The Great Yan Emperor didn't drink the soup the child liked, leaving it for him. The Great Yan Emperor reached for another bowl of soup, but Rong Juan scooped a small spoonful first, blew on it, and fed it to the little guy.

The Great Yan Emperor: "..."

"Such a small child." The Great Yan Emperor said: "Can he drink soup?"

"He can." Spiritual ingredients, good stuff. When he's small, he can drink it in small sips. Rong Juan fed the child while not being polite, and gave his opinion: "It's just too salty. Try to use less salt next time."

The Minister of Revenue: "..."

Good heavens, he even wanted to sponge off the Emperor's spiritual ingredients next time?!

The Great Yan Emperor glanced at the eunuch in the imperial kitchen, and the little eunuch remembered to use less salt next time. The little guy liked both soups. The Great Yan Emperor simply didn't drink the soup, and added a little rice to the child's small bowl—the child couldn't eat much anyway.

He Yan frowned, but didn't say anything.

Rong Juan fed a spoonful of soup first, matched it with a few grains of rice, added a little green vegetable, and fed the little guy until he was full. The Prime Minister and several officials stared, so angry they ate an extra bowl of rice.

Compared to Rong Juan's son, they felt at a loss even eating an extra bowl of rice.

This was a world based on fortune and blessings. Being looked at differently by the Great Yan Emperor could bring many blessings. All day long, who knew how many officials felt sour in their hearts.

After court, the Great Yan Emperor thought that next time he wouldn't eat with the officials. He only ate a meal of spiritual ingredients on the first and fifteenth of the month, and he hadn't eaten his fill at noon today. The little guy could really eat!

Rong Juan didn't go back and continued to help the Emperor handle court affairs.

The Great Yan Emperor was quite happy at first, but by the time of the evening meal, this Great Yan Emperor, who had full blessings, finally realized. At dinner, the little guy also wanted to sponge off a meal. When he ate happily, he kicked his small legs.

The Great Yan Emperor: "..."

The little guy was happy today. When he was held by Qin Bi at home, he giggled.

"So happy?" Qin Bi's mood also improved, her smile bright.

The little guy fluttered: "Ah, ah."

"What did you eat at the Emperor's?" Qin Bi chatted with the little guy.

Rong Yang fluttered: "Ah, ah."

Qin Bi laughed. At night, the little guy was happy and slept late. He was coaxed by Rong Juan and stuffed into a thin small quilt. The little guy played for a while longer, chewing on the small teacup until he fell asleep.

Lying on the bed, Qin Bi asked curiously: "What did he eat?"

Rong Juan said: "Spiritual ingredients."

Qin Bi: "..."

The little guy was used to going to court. When the time came, he woke up, "ah-ah"ing to talk to Rong Juan. Rong Juan tidied him up and went out. The little guy looked around curiously, and after a while, threw himself into Rong Juan's arms.

After court, the Great Yan Emperor was impatient to handle the memorials and threw them to He Yan and Rong Juan.

He Yan was with several ministers, while Rong Juan was in the Imperial Garden helping the Emperor handle memorials. For no other reason than the Great Yan Emperor holding the child for him. The little guy wore a warding-off bracelet on his hand, and his small hand was grabbing the small teacup.

The Great Yan Emperor fed him a spoonful of soup, and the little guy opened his mouth and ate it.

After playing for a while, the little guy chewed the small teacup and suddenly hit the table with it, pouring out a handful of soil.

The Great Yan Emperor: "..." "Eh??!!!???"

The Great Yan Emperor stared at the handful of soil on the table for several seconds without moving.

"Ah." The little guy called people.

The Great Yan Emperor came back to his senses, swept the soil on the table to the side, and got a little soil on his hand. The Great Yan Emperor twisted it. The soil was slightly wet, loose, and breathable, definitely suitable for planting things. Where did it come from?!

The Great Yan Emperor cast his gaze on the small teacup the little guy was grabbing. This magic tool didn't condense energy, it was clean like porcelain, without a single flaw, and should be a magic tool without condensed energy.

The Great Yan Emperor was puzzled and fed the little guy another spoonful of soup. ===== CHAPTER 13 =====