Chapter 170

Qin He could not believe it: "How could this happen?"

She was the transmigrated heroine, one who could earn silver and had her own abilities.

"Sister Qin Bi is amazing." Qin Lang gave a thumbs-up, grinning so widely his mouth wouldn't close.

Qin Lang was not modest; he proudly glanced over at Qin He and the others: "Where is the heavy rain? This is just light rain. Some people are overestimating themselves. After so many years of smooth sailing, they think everything revolves around them."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed.

For so many years, Qin He had always appeared as the most favored member of the Hou Fu. She could earn silver and brought out many novel items, so people subconsciously thought Qin He was capable.

But today's incident had ruined much of the good impression Qin He had accumulated.

When summoning rain, it is not about who shouts the loudest. Clearly, Qin He was only making a small fuss, while the rain summoned by Qin Bi was a violent storm, with dark, heavy clouds creating an imposing spectacle.

As a result, simply because Qin He claimed the rain she summoned, the heavy rain dispersed.

Then, the torrential rain turned into light rain, which fell unevenly, drifting only over the courtyards of the Fourth House and the Third House. The fine, drizzling rain was dense, but to call it heavy rain was nonsense.

So, no matter what Qin He said, it was useless; summoning the rain had nothing to do with her.

The Wang He Shizi, Qin Yan, urged anxiously, "Qin Bi, where is the heavy rain?"

Still wanting heavy rain? It was too late. Qin Bi said, "It's gone."

Who was to blame? It was all Qin He's fault. The Wang He Shizi, Qin Yan, cast a cold glance at Qin He. No matter what Qin Yan said next, Qin Bi would not summon the rain again; she had gone too far this time, exceeding the limits of her abilities in this life where she was born into the family.

Summon it again?

Why? Because Qin He kept popping up now and then?

Cui Shi knew that summoning rain was no small matter. She lowered her pride and said, "Qin Bi, Qin He is ignorant. She is narrow-minded and jealous of the talented. I will deal with her. Can you summon another rain?"

Qin Bi shook her head. "No."

Cui Shi choked. The Qin Yan Hou's wife said, "This would benefit our Great Yan."

Qin Bi fell silent. What did it have to do with her? Was she, Qin Bi, a good person?

"If you summon the rain, I can speak to my father and report to the Emperor to request a reward for you," the Wang He Shizi, Qin Yan, said. "Great Yan lacks rain this summer. If it does not rain soon, we will have to spend rare treasures to invite people from the immortal sects."

Qin Bi remained unmoved and said helplessly, "The rain came, but no one cherished it!"

Qin He had annoyed her, so not a single drop of rain would fall.

Looking up at the Fourth House and the Third House, it was still raining there. The drizzling rain formed a fine curtain, neither heavy nor light. If it were not for the summoned rain, it might have rained elsewhere.

For it to not stop yet was already quite good.

Qin Lang was also a subject of Great Yan, and Great Yan desperately needed rain, so he joined in the persuasion: "Sister, let's discuss this reasonably. Just let it rain a little. It doesn't need to be heavy rain; just enough rain for our Third House and Fourth House will do."

Qin Bi held a grudge and was still not pleased: "No rain."

There was nothing more to be done. Even He Shi tried to persuade her, but Qin Bi refused to summon the rain. The rain continued to fall over the Third and Fourth Houses. He Shi and Zhu Shi gave up and hurried back to their courtyards.

Those with vegetable seeds exchanged some seeds, and those without seeds planted flowers and herbs. In any case, they could not waste this rain.

Qin He, looking disheveled and ashamed, went to the front courtyard garden. She also had pride. The Wang He Shizi, Qin Yan, her eldest uncle's wife, and her legitimate mother Cui Shi looked at her with cold eyes, as if she were utterly despicable.

Moreover, Qin He even saw Cui Shi's contempt.

"Let's go too." Qin Yan and her small entourage could not stay any longer and followed Qin He away.

Qin Bi, along with Jiang Shi who was happily holding a storage bag, and Qin Xun and his wife, went to the Fourth House. The Qin Yan Hou soon learned of this and went to the Fourth House in person to find Qin Bi. No matter how he tried to persuade her, she insisted there was no more rain.

Thinking that this was caused by Qin He's mischief, the Qin Yan Hou was so angry his nose seemed to twist. Qin Bi also had her temper; he had said a basketful of kind words, but she did not listen to a single one.

"It's not raining anymore?" The children on the street looked disappointed.

"Sigh!" The common people of Great Yan sighed in despair.

Qin Lang ran out once and returned to tell Qin Bi, trying to make her understand how important a heavy rain would be. But did Qin Bi care? She had given them a chance! The opportunity had slipped away; what could she do?

Qin Lang had no other choice and ran out again.

Outside the Qin Yan Hou Fu, court officials and noble families living nearby were drawn over. They looked up at the light rain gathering in one spot above the Qin Yan Hou Fu, with various thoughts in their minds.

"Why is it raining only in your courtyard?" a young master asked Qin Lang.

Qin Lang: "..."

How would he know! Sister Qin Bi had summoned it using a summoning artifact inscribed with a summoning beast. Qin Lang suspected that Luo Bi was just putting on a show, because the dark clouds had gathered before the summoning artifact was even produced.

"Could it be that the rain was summoned by the Xue He Shizi's wife, the one with such good fortune in your family?" a court official asked.

"Don't mention her." Qin Lang turned his head, not wanting to tell this person that it was precisely because of Qin He that the rolling dark clouds had not produced rain: "My half-sister from the Third House does not have this ability."

In front of outsiders, one could not call her Qin He, Qin He, just as Qin Bi, Qin He's legitimate younger sister, was called Qin Bi. One still had to pretend that the sisters were harmonious in front of outsiders to avoid hindering a high marriage.

Imperial guards on horseback chased to this spot, looked up with everyone else for a moment, and then returned to report.

"What?" The Great Yan Emperor, in the palace, could not believe it. Standing before the jade railing outside the main hall, he stared at the guard and asked, "It is raining only in the Qin Yan Hou Fu? And only light rain?"

The guard nodded. "Yes."

The Prime Minister and the six Ministers of the Six Ministries gasped. This was a bit willful. If it wasn't going to rain, fine, but if it was going to rain, it should have rained over an entire street. Instead, with such a grand spectacle of rolling clouds, it only rained over the small patch of land belonging to the Qin Yan Hou Fu.

Favoritism; even the Great Yan Emperor, who possessed the greatest fortune, had been bypassed.

"Shouldn't it have rained in the palace?" the Great Yan Emperor asked his beloved ministers.

The Prime Minister: "..."

The six Ministers of the Six Ministries: "..."

Indeed, it should have rained in the palace, after all, the Great Yan Emperor had a maximum level of fortune.

But this rain had turned from heavy to light, and the light rain showed special favor to the Qin Yan Hou Fu. What could anyone do?

The helpless Great Yan Emperor went back to eat, leaving the Prime Minister and the six Ministers of the Six Ministries staring at each other.

Inside the Qin Yan Hou Fu, the rain summoned by Qin Bi was too deliberate. From the moment she summoned the rain until it rained over the Third and Fourth Houses, it all told the Qin Yan Hou and the Wang He Shizi, Qin Yan, and others that no matter how precious the rain was, if they annoyed her, it would not rain.

Do not talk to her about how much Great Yan lacks rain; she did not care about that.

Now, the Qin Yan Hou and his brothers had learned their lesson: Do not provoke Qin Bi for no reason.

The Rong He Shizi went to the courtyard of the Fourth House. He asked Qin Bi, "Did you summon this rain?"

Qin Bi nodded: "Mm."

Rong Juan, the heir to the Rong Prefecture, asked no more. He handed his youngest son, Rong Chi, to Qin Bi, then rose and went to the front courtyard to find Rong Yang.