Chapter 143: Reborn Through Several Lives

Rong Juan, unable to bear it, tapped his chin: "This one is for you."

Rong Yang withdrew his gaze, speaking like a little adult: "Save it for your younger brother."

Rong Juan's heart ached even more. Without further ado, he ordered a servant: "Bring a small table and a matching small stool for the young heir."

The servant directed the underlings to carefully carry up the small table and stool. They were short and tiny, all made of red sandalwood. Rong Juan called Rong Yang to follow him, and Rong Juan walked ahead.

The little milk bun, anxious and wobbling, said: "Father, give it to the younger brother first."

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

The small table and stool were moved before Qin Bi. She fell in love with them at first glance, circling around them. Rong Juan squinted his eyes. Qin Bi squatted down and ran her hand over the table; the carved flowers, grass, insects, and birds on it were incredibly lifelike.

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

Rong Juan: "..."

Rong Juan pointed at Qin Bi: "The child you are carrying gets a set of table and chair, Rong Yang gets a set. There is no red sandalwood set for you."

Qin Bi laughed: "I was just asking."

Rong Juan said nothing, hoping it was just a question. Having been reborn for several lives, Rong Juan only knew that Qin Bi was deeply attached to family. In the first life, when the Qin Yan Marquis House's faction failed, Qin Bi divorced to help the Qin Yan Marquis House preserve its bloodline.

At that time, Qin Bi, abandoning her usual caution, managed to secure a child's safety by currying favor up and down. Qin Bi took away one child of the Qin family, sparing the child the suffering of exile.

In the second life, Rong Juan became Emperor early and planned ahead. In the Qin Yan Marquis House, Qin Bi was merely an invisible figure.

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

In this life, Rong Juan did the same. He ruined the marriage proposal with a merchant family. Not only did he ruin it, but knowing that Jiang Mo had feelings for Qin Han, Rong Juan took charge and arranged this marriage for them.

Otherwise, having broken off Qin Bi's engagement, Jiang Mo would have been destined to have no connection with the Qin Yan Marquis House.

What right did a merchant's son have to break off an engagement with the Qin Yan Marquis House and then demand to marry another young lady?

If Rong Juan said it was possible, then it was possible.

Moreover, the reason the fourth branch had settled on the Jiang family marriage was mainly because Jiang Mo's grandfather's branch possessed vast wealth. Merchant families did not lack silver; breaking off Qin Bi's engagement was truly a pity.

With Rong Juan's behind-the-scenes maneuvering, Qin Han gained both face and substance, and also secured a wealthy husband.

Rong Juan had never truly understood Qin Bi. After marrying and interacting, Rong Juan valued children and also cared about Qin Bi. As for love and affection, a person who had been Emperor for several lives had long since grown indifferent to such things.

However, this did not stop Rong Juan from placing Qin Bi at the very tip of his heart.

Rong Juan was suspicious and constantly worried that Qin Bi would remember the past and hurt the child in her womb. For this reason, Rong Juan poured the care and patience of several lifetimes into Qin Bi. Look, he had spoiled her into acting like a child.

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

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

Rong Yang: "..."

Rong Juan scolded her: "Rong Yang will take it seriously."

"Sure," Rong Yang said.

Qin Bi stopped teasing the child, smiled, and did not mention liking the small table and stool again.

Rong Yang truly loved his small table and stool. The next day at court, he brought them along. The officials and ministers kept glancing over. Wow, how many things had he collected to make such small tables and stools? What a waste of wood!

Children grow fast; in two or three years, they would have outgrown them.

Using red sandalwood to make such tiny things meant they couldn't be used once the child grew up.

Several Vice Ministers glanced once, then again. Actually, they looked quite nice. As maternal grandfathers, they could consider making a set of precious wood tables and stools for the young princes.

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

After court, several officials gathered to take a closer look, sighing in amazement. Every detail revealed deep affection for the child; the carved flowers, birds, and insects all carried excellent meanings, filled with various blessings for the child.

He Yan glanced over, 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.

Upon hearing this, the young princes ran to look at Rong Yang's small table and stool, each one enviously touching them again and again. Several Vice Ministers and the Prime Minister looked and thought, "We must make a set of small tables and stools for our own little grandsons."

Going to the Imperial Study, Fu Bao ran over. Seeing him, she ran up: "Did you ask my Uncle He for this again?"

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

Fu Bao was skeptical, pouting as she eyed the small table and stool. She didn't like this color, but everyone seemed to love it. Fu Bao wanted one too and would go ask He Yan later.

When He Yan returned to his residence, he summoned the Xue Young Master: "You and Qin He went to the small space in the Demon Beast Realm. Did you not collect any precious trees? If you did, make a set of small tables and stools for Fu Bao."

The Xue Young Master chuckled sheepishly: "We didn't collect any precious trees."

He Yan sighed helplessly: "I don't have any either."

The Xue Young Master frowned. Back at the Xue Wang Fu, Fu Bao threw a tantrum, crying and demanding the small table and stools. She was a first-rank young princess, Fu Bao born from swallowing two auspicious clouds. How could other children have things she didn't?

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

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

Rong Juan sneered: "Then he would be foolish."

Qin Bi understood; Rong Juan was mocking He Yan.

A few days later, Fu Bao received a set of small tables and stools. The young princes and princesses also received sets. The young princes' maternal grandfathers made them sets, and with He Yan's intervention, the Ministry of Works produced an extra set.

The wood used for the princes must be of the finest quality.

Fu Bao got her small tables and stools and moved them over to show off to Rong Yang. The little milk bun sat beside Rong Juan and ignored her.

When the weather grew warmer, Qin Bi went into the courtyard to practice her fighting qi. As soon as she moved, she felt a sense of powerlessness. When she launched her fighting qi, it had only a slight attacking power. Panic rose in her heart.

Thinking carefully, it was probably because she had consumed too much fighting qi before.

Also, the reason she could slaughter recklessly in the small space of the Demon Beast Realm was that she had opened a new small space there, where all spiritual energy converged, naturally causing Qin Bi's fighting qi to surge greatly.

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

Qin Bi had no doubt about this. Regarding the reduction in her fighting qi, she had a feeling that it only manifested when her emotions were ruthless; otherwise, that vast immortal power seemed very stagnant.

It was probably because her cultivation base was insufficient to unleash it.

As the weather grew warmer and warmer, Qin Bi tried her summoning ability again. She could only summon very small rain, like raindrops. She gave up. When Rong Yang returned home, she took his small tea bowl and poured soil into it.

This is top-quality soil; just keep piling it up and there will be plenty.

If the little milk bun leaves the manor, Qin Bi will definitely give him the small tea bowl; otherwise, she cannot rest easy.

By summer, the soap sold at Qin He's shop became even better.