Chapter 181: The Heir's Wife Qin He

Qin Bi felt complex emotions; was this truly the Rong heir she knew?

Back then, a single remark that she was too scheming made her walk on eggshells in Qin Yan Marquis Manor; while others could do whatever they wanted, she could not. In this cultivation world built on fortune and luck, she was not even allowed to venture into the mountains to try her luck.

If she were to let her run wild...

Letting her run wild was not an option either; she had no system, could not make soap, could not produce glass, and could not cook delicacies. In her past life, she never cooked at home, so how would she know anything about fine food?

"Sister," Qin Lang said while eating an ice pop, "I usually can't bear to buy ice pops. They cost two taels of silver each. Qin He is ruthless when selling things. In Great Yan, only the wealthy can afford ice pops."

Jiang Shi also smiled, eating an ice pop and saying, "Oh, I'm benefiting from your company."

In the past, when Qin He visited the Marquis Manor, even if she brought ice pops, the Third and Fourth Branches got none; they could only watch with longing. One can imagine how triumphant Qin He felt, especially after He He Shizi abandoned Qin Bi and chose Qin He.

In Qin Yan Marquis Manor, Qin He was practically a family prodigy.

The group strolled while admiring flowers and encountered He He Shizi, Xue He Shizi, and Qin He.

Although Qin Bi wanted to leave, He He Shizi was Rong Yuan's father. The child looked at Qin Bi and said, "Mother, that's my father."

"Go ahead," Qin Bi said, unwilling to stop him.

Rong Yuan trotted over. Qin Lang and Jiang Shi greeted He He Shizi and the others. The great families were intricately intertwined; figures like He He Shizi, a powerful minister, were the very people the younger generation sought to curry favor with.

Standing beside He He Shizi, Qin He's vanity swelled, and she straightened her back a bit.

"You haven't returned yet?" Qin He asked with a gentle smile.

Just moments ago, Qin He and Xue He Shizi had been arguing fiercely, yet now she had returned to her former gentle demeanor.

Qin Bi ignored her. Jiang Shi smiled and replied, "Just strolling around."

Qin Lang added, "Nothing special, just wandering."

The implication was that they were idle and in no rush to return. Qin He lowered her head and smiled faintly, feigning humility. Qin Bi wondered why she was putting on such an act. Moments later, a disciple from an immortal sect arrived to summon Qin He.

A squad of immortal sect disciples formed a formation, holding a summoning artifact while chanting immortal techniques.

The crowd at the flower-viewing gathering drew closer. A group of immortal cultivators from the sect focused their minds and waved their hands; dark clouds the size of fists flew out from the summoning artifact and began to gather in the sky.

"They are summoning rain!" someone shouted.

"Immortal sect disciples are truly impressive."

"Indeed. Who is that charming fairy? She isn't wearing the sect's robes."

Everyone chattered. As the rain was about to fall, the immortal sect disciples basked in glory. Qin He, holding the summoning artifact, was so excited her face turned red; she loved the feeling of being the center of attention.

No one recognized Qin He, so Xue He Shizi introduced her: "She is Qin He, the wife of the heir to Xue Wang Fu."

"A talented lady!" someone remembered. "The illegitimate daughter of Qin Yan Marquis."

As the dark clouds gathered in clusters, Xue Wang Fei sent Fubao over. With her high fortune value, Fubao was known to all the common people of Great Yan. People exclaimed, "The First-Rank Little Princess has arrived!"

The crowd parted, and Fubao proudly joined the summoning squad.

Fubao took her place, holding the summoning artifact.

"Don't let it rain, don't let it rain," Qin Lang muttered repeatedly.

Rong Yuan looked up at Qin Lang. Qin Lang told the child, "We are not on the same side."

"A little rain would be good," Jiang Shi said, prioritizing the greater good. She patted Qin Lang, dropped the bamboo stick from her ice pop, and said, "If it doesn't rain soon, the crops will die of thirst. I have over ten mu of fertile fields waiting for rain."

Qin Bi stood numb, feeling nothing about whether it rained or not.

She was neither anxious nor concerned.

Lin Yao stepped forward: "I will go and lend them a hand."

Qin Bi wanted to stop him but decided against it. As Lin Yao walked over, several young men dressed as scholars also joined the summoning squad. The common people of Great Yan watched with excitement.

"If only it would rain heavily."

"The First-Rank Little Princess brings great fortune."

Rong Yuan looked at Qin Bi: "Mother."

He also wanted to join the squad summoning rain.

Qin Bi hesitated for only a moment and was about to agree when He He Shizi intervened, lifting the little bundle into his arms. He He Shizi stood about a meter away from Qin Bi, while Jiang Shi and Qin Lang stood close to her.

He He Shizi shifted a step and whispered to Qin Bi, "Rong Yuan cannot be used as a foil."

Qin Bi was speechless. She could be used as a foil, but He Yan's child could not? When they married, He Yan had wanted to take Qin He as an equal wife. Now, with Rong Yuan, He He Shizi would not let his son suffer any disadvantage.

Qin Bi said nothing, finding it inappropriate to speak with He He Shizi.

He Yan held Rong Yuan. Qin Bi carefully shifted a step; it was unsuitable for He Yan holding Rong Yuan to stay together with her, even with Jiang Shi and Qin Lang present. Rong Juan was a bloodthirsty god who rode a spirited horse; he could protect Qin Bi and Rong Yuan, but he could also take that protection away.

Jiang Shi glanced at Qin Bi, and Qin Lang blinked his eyes.

In this cultivation world, even after a divorce, interaction was not impossible. Qin Bi really had no need to ignore He He Shizi's words. Jiang Bi was puzzled but decided to continue watching the summoning.

Rong Yuan turned to look at Qin Bi. Qin Bi was not ignoring He Yan; she smiled and said, "He He Shizi, you take Rong Yuan. I will return first."

He Yan acknowledged her. Qin Lang escorted Qin Bi back, and Jiang Shi followed. As soon as they left, a light rain began to fall, a drizzle covering roughly half of the flower-viewing gathering.

Once inside the carriage, Qin Bi sneered. She had thought such a grand display would produce a heavy downpour.

But the result was just this...

Although it was only a light rain, when the drops fell, the crowd cheered.

As the carriage departed, Qin Lang lifted the curtain and said, "Sister, you should have joined the summoning squad. What are Qin He and her Fubao? Such a fine summoning artifact produced only this little rain."

Qin Lang wanted to outshine Qin He; he felt unsatisfied unless he did.

Jiang Shi chuckled, "Even this little rain is enough for Qin He to brag about."

Qin Bi asked, "What benefit does summoning this rain bring to the crops?"

The rain fell only over the flower-viewing gathering, and even there it did not cover the entire area. The crops were not touched at all. Qin Bi truly could not understand the point. Moreover, using a summoning artifact for such a tiny amount of rain was a waste.

"Oh," Qin Lang waved his hand. "It's already good enough to summon any rain at all."

Qin Bi fell silent. When they arrived at Rong Wang Fu, Jiang Shi and Qin Lang left. They had played all day, yet they still benefited from Qin Bi's favor; in the past, they never had the leisure to enjoy flower viewing and outings.

Qin Bi asked the guards and went to the study to find Rong Juan.

Rong He Shizi held his youngest son, coaxing the little bundle to sleep. The child hovered between wakefulness and slumber, a smile playing on his lips. Rong He Shizi watched him and smiled faintly in return. Qin Bi entered the study and found herself at a loss for words.

"I was worried he would make a scene," Qin Bi said softly as she leaned in to look. "You're back so soon."

Rong He Shizi's guard followed Qin Bi, knowing nothing of the matter. Rong He Shizi said, "Do you still remember our Rong Chi?"