Chapter 143

Rong Juan couldn't bear it and pointed his chin: "This is for you."

Rong Yang withdrew his gaze and said like a little adult: "Save it for my younger brother."

Rong Juan felt even more heartache and, without further ado, ordered the servant: "Take the table for the little Heir Apparent and pair it with a small stool."

The servant directed the staff to carefully move the small table and small stool. They were low and small, all made of purple sandalwood. Rong Juan called Rong Yang and left, Rong Juan walking in front.

The little milk bun shook unsteadily in his anxiety: "Father, give it to my younger brother first."

"He hasn't been born yet." Rong Juan picked up the little milk bun.

The small table and stool were moved in front of Qin Bi. She liked them at first sight and circled around them. Rong Juan narrowed his eyes. Qin Bi squatted down and touched them; the flowers, plants, insects, and birds carved on the small table were very lifelike.

"Can only children use them?" Qin Bi asked.

Rong Juan: "..."

Rong Juan pointed at Qin Bi: "This set of table and chairs is for the one you're carrying, and one set for Rong Yang. There's no purple sandalwood for you."

Qin Bi smiled: "I was just asking."

Rong Juan didn't say anything, hoping it was just asking. Having been reborn for several lifetimes, Rong Juan only knew that Qin Bi valued family affection. In the first life, the Qin Yan Marquis Manor's alliance failed. To help the Qin Yan Marquis Manor preserve its bloodline, Qin Bi divorced.

At that time, Qin Bi changed her usual cautiousness and pulled strings everywhere to save one child. Qin Bi took away one Qin family child, sparing the child the suffering of exile.

In the second life, Rong Juan became Emperor early and planned ahead. Qin Bi was just a non-entity in the Qin Yan Marquis Manor.

Rong Juan did not like Qin Bi and would not give her any opportunity to stand out; he even ruined her marriage.

In this life, Rong Juan did the same; he ruined the marriage with the merchant. Not only did he ruin it, but knowing that Jiang Mo was interested in Qin Han, Rong Juan also took charge of matchmaking to bring about this marriage.

Otherwise, if the engagement with Qin Bi were broken, Jiang Mo would be destined to have no connection with the Qin Yan Marquis Manor.

A merchant's son, what qualifications did he have to break off an engagement with the Qin Yan Marquis Manor and then seek to marry another young lady?

Rong Juan said it was okay, so it was okay.

Besides, the reason the fourth branch decided on this marriage with the Jiang family was mainly because the branch of Jiang Mo's grandfather was wealthy; merchants were not short of silver. Breaking off the engagement with Qin Bi was truly a pity.

With Rong Juan operating behind the scenes, Qin Han had both face and substance, and she also gained a wealthy husband's family.

Rong Juan had never understood Qin Bi. After they married and had contact, Rong Juan valued children and also cared about Qin Bi. As for love and affection, someone who had been an Emperor for several lifetimes had long since grown indifferent to it.

However, that didn't stop Rong Juan from holding Qin Bi in the palm of his hand.

Rong Juan was suspicious and always worried that Qin Bi remembered the past and would hurt the child she was carrying. For this reason, all the care and patience of his several lifetimes were used on Qin Bi. Look, he had spoiled her into a child.

"Mother," Rong Yang said, "do you like it?"

"Are you giving it to me?" Qin Bi teased the little milk bun on purpose.

Rong Yang: "..."

Rong Juan said to her: "Rong Yang will take it seriously."

"I can," Rong Yang said.

Qin Bi stopped teasing the child and smiled, not mentioning liking the small table again.

Rong Yang truly liked his small table and stool and brought them to the morning court the next day. The civil and military officials looked over from time to time. Whoa, how much stuff had he collected? What a waste of wood to make them into a small table and stool!

Children grow up fast; in two or three years, they grow up.

Using purple sandalwood to make such small things—once the child grows up, they can't be used anymore.

Several Ministers glanced at them and then glanced again. Don't say, they were quite good-looking. They were the maternal grandfather's family; they could consider making a set of small tables and stools out of precious wood for the little Imperial Prince.

As for their own children, forget it; it was too expensive.

After the morning court, several officials gathered to watch and clicked their tongues. Everywhere, it showed love for the child; the carved flowers, plants, birds, and insects all had excellent meanings, full of various blessings for the child.

He Yan glanced at them, his eyes flashing.

The little milk bun had no intention of going to He Yan's side. He Yan followed the Great Yan Emperor to the Imperial Study to move the memorials.

When the little Imperial Princes heard about it, they ran to see Rong Yang's small table and stool, touching them again and again with envy. When the Ministers and the Chancellor saw this, they had to make a set of small tables and stools for their own little grandsons.

Going to the Imperial Study side, Fubao ran over and, seeing him, ran over: "Did you ask my Uncle He for these again?"

Rong Yang said in a milky voice: "My father gave them to me."

Fubao was skeptical, pouting as she stared at the small table and stool. She didn't like this color, but everyone seemed to like them very much. Fubao wanted them too and would go find He Yan later to ask for them.

He Yan returned to the manor and called the Xue Heir Apparent: "You and Qin He went to the Beast Realm small space; didn't you collect any precious trees? If you collected any, make a set of small tables and stools for Fubao."

The Xue Heir Apparent laughed and said embarrassedly: "I didn't collect any precious trees."

He Yan was helpless: "I don't have any either."

The Xue Heir Apparent frowned. Returning to the Xue Prince Manor, Fubao was crying and making a scene, demanding a small table and stool. She was a first-rank little Junzhu, the Fubao born after swallowing two auspicious clouds; how could other children have things she didn't?

Rong Juan heard about it and asked Qin Bi when he got home: "Tell me, will He Yan spend silver this time?"

Qin Bi thought for a moment: "He will. Whatever Qin He wants, she naturally has a way to get it. She never suffers a loss."

Rong Juan sneered: "Then that would be stupid."

Qin Bi understood that Rong Juan was mocking He Yan.

A few days later, Fubao got a set of small tables and stools. Also getting small tables and stools were the little Imperial Princes and Princesses. The little Imperial Princes' maternal grandfather's family made them for the little Imperial Princes, and He Yan stepped forward to greet them, and the Ministry of Works made an extra set for them.

For the Imperial Princes to use, it must be top-quality wood.

Fubao got the small table and stool and moved them to show off to Rong Yang, but the little milk bun sat beside Rong Juan and ignored her.

When the weather warmed up, Qin Bi went to the courtyard to wield her battle energy. As soon as she made a move, Qin Bi felt powerless. When the battle energy was unleashed, it had very little attack power, and she panicked in her heart.

Thinking carefully, it was probably because she had consumed too much battle energy before.

Also, the reason she could kill so easily in the Beast Realm small space was because she opened a new Beast Realm small space, and all the spiritual power converged; Qin Bi naturally had a great increase in battle energy.

Rong Juan felt Qin Bi's pulse and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't cultivate immortality; I will get you heavenly materials and earthly treasures."

Qin Bi did not doubt this at all. Regarding the reduction of battle energy, Qin Bi had a feeling that it only exerted itself when her emotions were fierce; usually, that majestic immortal power seemed very sluggish.

Perhaps it was because her cultivation was insufficient to exert it.

As the weather got warmer and warmer, Qin Bi tried her summoning ability again, but she could only summon very small rain—just a few drops. Forget it. Qin Bi waited for Rong Yang to come home, took his small tea bowl, and poured soil into it.

This was top-quality soil; it would accumulate if she saved it.

If the little milk bun left the manor, Qin Bi would definitely have to give him the small tea bowl; otherwise, she wouldn't be at ease.

By summer, the soap sold in Qin He's shop was getting better and better.