Chapter 172: If You Want a Son, Review the Memorials

He Yan gazed at the empty courtyard, his expression calm.

A man like him rarely regretted decisions, yet regarding Rong Yang being raised in the Rong Wang Fu, he had to admit it was his fault; originally, Rong Yang should have grown up cherished in the Yan Guogong Fu.

As for asking Qin Bi? He Yan knew he no longer had the right.

Before the flower-viewing banquet ended, the Rong He Shizi returned home with his wife and children. After stepping down from the carriage, Qin Bi held the youngest son, Rong Juan held Rong Yang, and the family met the illegitimate sons and daughters of the Rong Wang Fu in the front courtyard.

Several illegitimate sons and daughters bowed: "Brother and sister-in-law have returned."

The Rong He Shizi hummed, then walked with Qin Bi toward the He Shizi's courtyard. Since they returned early and the summer afternoon was still hot, a maid had placed a small bed under a tree in the courtyard. Qin Bi put the youngest son on the bed to play.

Rong Yang took out melon seeds: "Eat melon seeds; these are delicious."

Rong Juan took them: "Tsk, these are still spiritual melon seeds."

Rong Juan offered them to Qin Bi. Rong Yang turned his small head away, so Qin Bi couldn't help but stop eating. She still held a grudge against He Yan for treating Rong Yang poorly. Qin Bi cracked open a melon seed and ate it. The little milk bun Rong Ya went "ah ah," throwing a small punch.

Rong Juan's eyes shifted as he asked Qin Bi: "Can he eat it?"

Qin Bi loved melon seeds, and Rong Yang loved them too; surely the youngest son would love them as well. Rong Juan, as a father, believed that if his son wanted something, there was absolutely no reason to deny it.

Qin Bi: "..."

"How about giving him just a little bit?" Qin Bi also loved her children.

Qin Bi understood this very well. Therefore, when the Rong He Shizi insisted on personally raising the children, Qin Bi didn't interfere. The Rong He Shizi was a powerful minister; his insight and ability surpassed hers, so he would certainly raise the children well.

Her way of loving children was spoiling them, but Qin Bi knew that wouldn't work.

Rong Juan hesitated. The little milk bun went "ah ah ah," hitting with his tiny hands several times. Qin Bi caught his little hands and smiled, praising Rong Ya: "What are you saying? You are so amazing."

Rong Yang, with drool on his lips, cracked a boiled melon seed, squeezed out the kernel, and fed it to Rong Ya: "You try it."

Rong Juan had a germ phobia. Seeing the melon seed with drool, he closed his eyes. He decided that since it was his own son, drool was fine. The youngest son was so small he wouldn't know there was drool on the seed.

Qin Bi wanted to laugh. She took the kernel and let Rong Ya taste the saltiness. That was all, yet it made the little one extremely happy.

Rong Juan called Rong Yang to the study. They couldn't let a trip to the Yan Guogong Fu delay his studies. Rong Juan invested more effort in his eldest son, after all, he had never dared to hope that Qin Bi, having borne Rong Yang, could bear a second child.

Being cursed to lose a wife and have no children was not just empty talk.

The Great Yan Emperor knew everything. Hearing that Rong Yang had returned to the Rong Wang Fu, he immediately sent a young imperial prince to coax the little one into the palace. Then, Eunuch Fu brought a stack of memorials.

Rong Yang saw them and ran away immediately.

The Minister of War picked up the little one: "Young He Shizi, you forgot your studies."

The Great Yan Emperor chuckled: "Imperial nephew, take these memorials."

Rong Yang was speechless with despair. He refused to leave the palace, insisting on eating and drinking from his Imperial Uncle, consuming all the spiritual food, and refusing to be sent away. He was that kind of child; he would just live in the palace.

The Great Yan Emperor was stunned, and the young imperial prince was stunned too.

Finally, Rong Juan entered the palace to fetch the little bun, along with a stack of memorials.

On the way back, Rong Juan said: "Send them to the He He Shizi."

"Okay!" Rong Yang, small as he was, nodded: "How many memorials should I send?"

Inside the carriage, Rong Juan flipped through the memorials, selected two, and sent the rest to He Yan. If you want a son, review the memorials. Rong Juan had taken leave to care for his child and absolutely had no time to handle memorials.

The two left behind were also for Rong Yang. Who else but Rong Yang, being so unperceptive, would be caught by the Great Yan Emperor and his officials?

Rong Yang went to deliver the memorials to He Yan. The Yan Guogong was speechless: "This Great Yan Emperor..."

He had no more words. That was the Emperor, with maxed-out luck value. He disliked attending court and disliked reviewing memorials. As long as state affairs were not handled, he was impatient, caring most about food, and incredibly blessed.

It was summer, with hundreds of flowers competing in bloom. With Rong Ya cared for by Rong Juan, Qin Bi felt restless.

Times had changed. Qin Bi was loved, and Rong Juan indulged her.

"Rong Yang." Qin Bi, bored in the courtyard, called out. The little one looked up. Qin Bi got up from the small bed and said: "There are only two memorials. Let's go out and play."

Rong Yang was confused: "I still need to cultivate."

Qin Bi: "..."

Rong Juan returned from the study, followed by the First Strategist, Lin Yao.

Rong Ya lay on the small bed babbling. Rong Juan bent down, his eyebrows and eyes gentle: "What are you babbling about now?"

The little milk bun recognized his father. He waved his tiny hands and kicked his little feet happily. Rong Juan became even more pleased and simply picked up his youngest son. The First Strategist, Lin Yao, was already used to this.

"Go out and play with your mother," the Rong He Shizi said.

Rong Yang paused, then became happy. Qin Bi was also delighted. Mother and son discussed going out to play. As the Rong He Shizi listened, something felt off. Rong Yang said they were going to the outskirts of Jingcheng for a spring outing to admire flowers, but Qin Bi wanted to watch sword dancing.

The sword dancers were all handsome men. Rong Juan looked at Luo Bi: "What are you going to do?"

"To watch sword dancing!" Qin Bi, worried Rong Juan might forbid it, negotiated: "Is that okay?"

Is that okay? The Rong He Shizi stared at Qin Bi for a long moment. He wanted to say no, but it wasn't easy to marry this wife. Whatever. Qin Bi was not an unruly person; the Rong He Shizi had always known that.

"Go ahead," Rong Juan permitted.

Having received the Rong He Shizi's permission, Qin Bi had nothing to worry about. She packed what the children needed. Rong Yang busied himself too. They took one maid, one old woman, one guard, plus the First Strategist, Lin Yao.

Qin Bi didn't like bringing too many people. Rong Juan complied with her wishes. With the cultivation base of the First Strategist, Lin Yao, his presence alone was enough to protect Qin Bi and Rong Yang. The Rong He Shizi would stay home to care for the youngest son.

Rong Ya was too small; the hot weather wasn't suitable for going out.

Once everything was packed, Qin Bi went over and took the Rong He Shizi's arm: "Rong Yang and I are going out."

Rong Juan nodded and instructed: "Don't get too hot."

Qin Bi nodded in agreement. She went out happily with Rong Yang. She looked forward to this outing; it was the most carefree trip Qin Bi had taken since crossing over. No one controlled her, and money was not an issue.

After Qin Bi and Rong Yang boarded the carriage and left, Rong Juan said to his youngest son: "Your mother and brother went out to play without you."

The little milk bun: "Ah ah."

Rong Juan laughed, a dry chuckle: "Watching sword dancing? You've become quite capable."

The mountainside outside Jingcheng was lively. In summer, people never ceased coming for outings and flower viewing. Although Rong Yang was young, as the child of a powerful minister's heir, he knew a little about flower viewing.

Qin Bi didn't understand the elegance of scholars and poets, so she hurried past that and called Rong Yang to a restaurant to watch sword dancing.

The First Strategist, Lin Yao, also understood sword dancing. He skillfully selected a table. In the dance pool, several Wu Xiu chanted while dancing with swords. A gentle lady from a neighboring table walked toward Qin Bi.