Chapter 146: The Blessed Great Yan Emperor

He Yan had just returned to the manor and paused when he saw the little bun in front of him.

"This is the Heir Apparent's official business," He Yan said to the child. "Take it to Rong Juan and let him review it."

This time the little milk bun didn't call him father, but tilted his little head, deliberately letting He Yan see his jade-like appearance clearly. The child even hopped: "But he raised me!"

The meaning behind the child's words was clearly that he should repay the debt.

He Yan: "......"

If this was his child, He Yan would accept it.

In the flower-filled courtyard, a desk was set up, and He Yan picked up a memorial to read. Beside it, a small sandalwood stool was prepared. Before returning, He Yan had gone to the Ministry of Works and caught them just as they finished a set of small tables and stools, which he had requested.

At the time, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Works had been utterly confused—requesting one set, then another. Were people without children all this eccentric?

It was no surprise that Rong Yang had small tables and stools he liked at home. He sat on the small stool, watching He Yan review the memorials, while the servant brought pastries one by one, the small snacks made very delicately.

Rong Yang picked up a piece, and the servant said, "Little Heir Apparent, the melon seeds are boiling."

"Good," Rong Yang said, eating the small snack. "I'll wait."

White lychees were brought up. It was hot in summer, but the white lychees were icy cold.

"Eh?" Rong Yang ate one; it was very sweet, and he swung his little legs: "Where did these come from?"

He Yan replied with gentle eyes: "Grown by the Xian Sect. One tree only produces this one small plate of fruit, and it is not easy to cultivate."

The little milk bun ate the white lychees, looking at the small plate—a full small plate, probably about ten fruits. He didn't notice one missing. Rong Yang liked this plate of white lychees very much and ate another one.

As for the pastries? The little milk bun chose the ones with ordinary shapes to eat.

"Little Heir Apparent," the servant was quick-witted and asked hurriedly, "Do you not like the cute-shaped small snacks?"

If he didn't like them, they wouldn't prepare them next time.

Rong Yang shook his head: "These must be carefully prepared for other children. I won't eat them."

The servant was bewildered, and He Yan was almost amused to anger. What kind of temper was this? Compared to Fubao—Fubao came often, and the little girl's food was always exquisite, so the manor's cooks put in a lot of effort.

The pastry molds were all made by the Ministry of Works, and here, Rong Yang wouldn't eat them.

He Yan didn't indulge the child and continued reviewing memorials. The child finished two pieces of ordinary-looking snacks and stopped eating, sitting obediently on the small stool, truly not eating a single piece of the pastries prepared plate by plate for him.

The servant peeked at his Heir Apparent, but He Yan didn't even lift his eyes.

Rong Yang stayed for a while, then left the courtyard to wander in the garden. Fubao was laughing, and the ladies were gathered in the garden. The child paused, turned around, and wobbled back.

He Yan was startled and spoke up: "I'll go with you."

Rong Yang said: "No need."

He Yan stared at the child for a few moments. Rong Yang looked over in confusion, and He Yan withdrew his gaze. If this child were his, he would certainly not be like him; he didn't have this kind of personality.

The boiled melon seeds were ready, and the servant quickly brought a plate.

"I'll try one." Rong Yang pinched one and ate it.

After tasting it, Rong Yang felt the flavor was very good and asked He Yan: "Can you pack a plate for me? I'll take it home. My mother loves them too. She is pregnant with my younger brother and hasn't eaten this flavor of melon seeds yet."

He Yan's hand holding the memorial paused, but he quickly recovered and ordered: "Pack a portion for the Little Heir Apparent."

"Is it for me to eat?" Rong Yang said. "It was boiled for me, so give it all to me."

He Yan glanced at him and nodded.

The servant hurried to get busy, returned with a bag of melon seeds, and Rong Yang took them and went home.

Back at the Rong Prince Manor, the child ran to the Heir Apparent's courtyard to find Qin Bi and gave her the boiled melon seeds. Qin Bi didn't want to eat them; Rong Yang could take things from the Yan Guogong Fu, but she didn't want to.

Rong Juan took one to taste and pushed it to Qin Bi: "Eat it. It would be a waste not to."

"That's right," Rong Yang threw himself onto Qin Bi's lap: "It's mine."

Qin Bi didn't want anything from the Yan Guogong Fu and looked at Rong Juan. Rong Juan was startled and gave an order: "Go buy melon seeds, we'll boil them ourselves."

Rong Yang was anxious: "Why don't you cherish mine?"

Qin Bi saw the child's expression and suddenly let go. She pinched a melon seed and said: "Since that father of yours gave you these, I didn't want to take your share, but for the sake of our Rong Yang, I'll have a taste."

Rong Yang was happy then, and his little hands grabbed a handful for Rong Juan. The family sat in the courtyard eating melon seeds. Rong Yang ran around the courtyard, remembered something, climbed into Rong Juan's arms, and whispered.

No need to ask, it was definitely about things at the Yan Guogong Fu. Only things related to the Yan Guogong Fu were not told to Qin Bi.

When Rong Yang took the reviewed memorials to court again, the Great Yan Emperor was in a great mood. It was the first time he realized that the Yan Heir Apparent could do the work of two people, and even taking on the Rong Heir Apparent's share was no problem.

The Great Yan Emperor left all the daily memorials for Rong Yang, and the child had learned to be smart, running away as soon as court ended.

He didn't make it out of the main hall before he was scooped up by the Minister of War.

"Imperial Nephew," the Great Yan Emperor beckoned: "You forgot your homework."

"That's not my homework," Rong Yang was worried sick.

"What about the memorials? Where are the memorials?" The Great Yan Emperor pretended not to hear and immediately looked for Eunuch Fu.

Eunuch Fu and a little eunuch hurried over with the memorials: "Coming, coming."

Whether Rong Yang liked it or not, the little eunuch holding the memorials followed. Eunuch Fu happily sent the little milk bun back to the manor. The little Imperial Prince wanted to follow to play but was grabbed by the collar by the Great Yan Emperor.

"Are you stupid?" the Great Yan Emperor said: "Rong Yang has taken so many memorials, how would he have time to play with you? Are you going to review the memorials?"

When the little Imperial Prince heard this, he quieted down. Mother, he was still so small, he didn't want to review memorials.

Rong Yang returned home, where Rong Juan was accompanying Qin Bi for a leisurely walk in the courtyard.

"Father," Rong Yang was a tiny little ball, wanting to cry but having no tears: "I was caught again."

Rong Juan's face darkened as he looked at the little eunuch holding the memorials behind him, unable to speak for a long time. Qin Bi was also speechless; the Great Yan Emperor was truly one of a kind, without predecessor or successor.

"Go find He Yan," Rong Juan said.

That was all they could do. Rong Yang left with the little eunuch.

In the Yan Guogong Fu, He Yan's face also darkened. But since Rong Yang had brought them, no matter how tired He Yan was, he had to review the memorials one by one. This Great Yan empire might as well be given to him; it turned out he was the only one working himself to death.

Fortunately, Rong Yang didn't leave immediately and played on the side while eating boiled melon seeds.

He Yan simply threw him a relatively simple memorial to look at. Rong Yang ate melon seeds while flipping through the memorial. This situation had only lasted a few days when He Yan regretted it.

It turned out that not only was he working himself to the bone for the Great Yan Emperor's empire, but his child had the same fate!

He Yan stopped giving the child memorials, but it was too late. When the Great Yan Emperor saw the immature handwriting of the child's reviews, he didn't think it was reckless at all. The blessed Great Yan Emperor's eyes lit up: Ho, after two powerful heirs, another good seedling had emerged to share his worries. ===== CHAPTER 147 =====