Chapter 189: Increasing Fu Bao's Luck Is Impossible Now

Qin Lang's expression froze, looking utterly bewildered: "Sister, Great Yan needs rain."

This cultivation world needs rain, and Great Yan needs it too; if one can summon rain, shouldn't it be summoned immediately? Why does Sister still look so unconcerned, as if it has nothing to do with her?

The advisors thought the same. What does the Princess Consort mean?

Prince Rong held his young son, also surprised. Qin Bi looked even more confused than Qin Lang: "If rain is needed, just find someone like Fu Bao or Qin He to summon it. No one is snatching it away. Even if I summon it, I'd only make it fall on my own home; it has nothing to do with others!"

So, why is everyone in such a rush? Why urge her?

When Qin Bi summoned rain, it wouldn't fall on anyone else's home or anyone else's fields.

"Princess Consort," Lin Yao said, his head spinning: "If you can summon even a light rain, the Emperor will bestow great rewards, which would also benefit the two young Princes."

Qin Bi didn't care: "Later, I'll try summoning rain on my own farmland."

Letting everyone else benefit? No way.

Was Qin Bi such a generous person? No. She only pretended to be generous before because she was a concubine-born daughter. In truth, Qin Bi was not generous at all. Since Qin He was scheming to soak up luck, Qin Bi would definitely be stingy to the extreme!

Lin Yao looked at his Prince. They, the advisors, could no longer communicate with the Princess Consort.

Prince Rong took his young son to sit aside, removing the small blanket so the little milk ball wouldn't overheat in the midsummer heat. Prince Rong didn't even spare Lin Yao a glance. Then, everyone was dumbfounded.

With no other options, the advisors had exhausted all polite words, but Qin Bi turned a deaf ear.

The advisors left the Prince's courtyard, feeling frustrated. Being eloquent was useless against someone who accepted neither soft nor hard approaches. The Princess Consort simply didn't care about anything; she held young Prince Rong Yang and went to eat melon seeds.

"Sister, try again!" Qin Lang refused to give up.

Qin Lang signaled to Rong Yang. The little ball said, "Mother, try!"

"Just this patch of land?" Qin Bi poked the empty space in the courtyard, an area the size of two tables. She said, "It's not worth it. If too much rain falls, it'll end up in others' courtyards. Why should it?"

Even the children were dumbfounded. Controlling the area of rainfall was indeed difficult. Cultivators in this world only wanted to summon heavier rain; they had never thought about controlling the volume to ensure no other household got a drop.

To avoid giving even a drop of rain to others, she refused to summon rain at all.

"Summon rain for Great Yan's fertile fields," Rong Yang said. "It will build your reputation."

Qin Lang added, "Yes, yes, Sister."

Prince Rong didn't participate; his heart and eyes were entirely on the little milk ball.

Qin Bi didn't want to, but both Qin Lang and Rong Yang, big and small, looked at her with expectation. Helpless, Qin Bi had to take the rain-summoning artifact from Qin Lang and held the painted artifact to summon.

In moments, wind rose in the sky.

Qin Lang blinked, and Rong Yang immediately observed the sky.

Prince Rong moved the little milk ball's hand, which had been biting, away. He squinted up at the sky. The cloud layers began to change. Smoke-like clouds gathered with the blowing wind. This celestial phenomenon immediately alarmed everyone.

Inside Xue Wang Fu, Qin He noticed the change in the clouds, pushed Fu Bao, and said, "Go summon quickly."

Prince Xue handed the summoning artifact to Fu Bao. Fu Bao followed Qin He, rushing toward the main gate of the Prince's mansion. When summoning, one must make a grand spectacle, making it known to all, otherwise, how could one earn a reputation for having luck?

The sky turned dim and yellow, and the wind grew stronger. Many people from noble families ran out of their courtyards, looking up at the sky.

"Fu Bao, summon quickly," Qin He urged.

Fu Bao held the summoning artifact and began to summon. Immediately, people of Great Yan stopped in their tracks.

Inside the palace, the Emperor of Great Yan even left his study. Ministers looked up at the sky. This time, everyone had become shrewd; no one dared to guarantee rain would fall with one hundred percent certainty. Everyone was just waiting and watching.

Some cultivators took the opportunity to summon rain, adding to the volume.

Qin Bi didn't need to go out to guess. She sat on a chair, eating melon seeds, holding the summoning artifact with an air of indifference. Qin Lang and Rong Yang stood by, anxiously wondering how one could summon rain like this.

The wind grew stronger, blowing for a full half-hour. Sweat beaded on Fu Bao's forehead. The little girl had consumed a great deal of spiritual power, yet she couldn't borrow a single drop of rain. The dim sky gradually brightened.

Inside Rong Wang Fu, Prince Rong had already put the sleeping young son into the bedroom.

Rong Yang asked Qin Bi in a daze, "It's not raining?!"

Qin Lang also asked, "Didn't you summon it?"

It seemed they still hadn't given up! Qin Bi was easy to talk to: "Then let's blow some more wind and summon again."

As soon as she spoke, Qin Bi continued summoning. Qin Lang and Rong Yang noticed that dark clouds were gathering again. The sky darkened once more. The hot summer air gained a hint of coolness, and a violent wind arose.

After blowing for a half-hour, the dark clouds dispersed again.

Qin Bi had already set the summoning artifact aside to focus on cracking melon seeds. Whenever Qin Lang or Rong Yang asked, "Is it not raining? Why does it look like dark clouds are covering the sky, with only wind blowing and no rain falling?"

Since they wouldn't give up, Qin Bi summoned more wind.

This repeated back and forth, fooling people until evening.

The people of Great Yan no longer expected rain. Qin He pulled Fu Bao and went home too. Qin He had realized that it was impossible to increase Fu Bao's luck by borrowing this rain.

At this point, Qin Lang and Rong Yang belatedly realized that Qin Bi had been fooling them. The little ball fell silent, and Qin Lang closed his mouth and stopped asking. Asking again would just get them fooled by Qin Bi again.

Just like that, fooling back and forth, not a single drop of rain fell after half a day of trouble.

Qin Lang no longer needed his sister to summon. It was too much trouble. Qin Lang stood up, carried a bucket of water, and poured it onto the empty ground. The Prince's mansion had trees and flowers planted, and the soil in the empty space was not dry.

Rong Yang watched the soil from the side and said, "One bucket of water isn't enough; the soil isn't soaked through."

"I'll carry two more buckets of water," Qin Lang said, going to fetch more water.

Qin Bi walked over while eating melon seeds, not mentioning summoning a single word. Qin Lang and Rong Yang didn't mention it either. Prince Rong came out of the bedroom, laughing in exasperation. This woman even fooled her own son.

Now they were quiet; none of them asked Qin Bi to summon anymore.

For that small vegetable patch in the courtyard that Rong Yang liked, carrying two buckets of water was far more trouble-free than asking Qin Bi to summon.

The problem was that everyone had been eagerly waiting. Qin Bi, as an older sister and a mother, fooled them like this. Never mind the strong wind or the wide coverage of dark clouds; it wasn't Qin Bi's doing. After all that trouble for half a day, if Qin Lang and Rong Yang still couldn't see through it, they would be fools.

Qin Bi leaned in, watching them water the vegetable patch, and asked, "Still want to summon?"

Qin Lang: "..."

Rong Yang: "..."

Prince Rong gave up, saying to Qin Bi, "The little one is in the room; keep an eye on him."

Qin Bi nodded, and Prince Rong went to gather the strategists for a meeting.

On this side, things were fine. Fu Bao fell ill due to the excessive spiritual power consumed during the summoning. The little girl lay in a coma. Inside the palace, the Emperor of Great Yan was so angry he didn't eat dinner that night. After blowing wind for half a day, not a single drop of rain was willing to fall.

Who cares if it's raining? So stingy, don't play with people like this.

Restless and irritable, everything looks wrong; still trying to eat? I'm already full from anger.