Chapter 191

Qin Bi was having breakfast when she suddenly smiled.

Rong Yuan glanced at Qin Bi, holding a small green porcelain spoon, and hurried her eating.

Rong Juan held his youngest son, and seeing Qin Bi's smile, he knew nothing good would come of it. He glanced at Qin Lang, then ignored him; this was just another trouble she had brought herself to, having not caused enough chaos yesterday.

"No rush," Qin Bi said with a plan: "After we eat, we'll go to the Heir's fiefdom to check our own fertile fields. If the farmland is extremely dry, we'll summon rain to irrigate it."

Qin Lang misunderstood but nodded in agreement; summoning rain anywhere was the same.

Summoning it over the farmland was better, at least the rain would fall directly onto the soil, benefiting the crops.

Qin Bi ate simply. Only because of Rong Juan and Rong Yuan's upbringing did she eat slowly and deliberately. Once full, Qin Bi reached out to the Heir: "Give me Rong Chi; I'll hold him."

The Heir handed the little milk bun to Qin Bi. Qin Bi opened her mouth: "Awooo!"

The little milk bun paused, then guffawed with laughter.

The Heir: "..."

Qin Lang laughed along; his sister was truly lively. However, Qin Bi's beauty was cold and proud, quite dignified, which didn't match her lively, crowd-loving personality.

Qin Bi carried Rong Chi and went to the courtyard with Qin Lang. Lin Yao and Guard Yan learned the Heir and his wife and children were heading to the fiefdom and immediately made arrangements; the summer heat required extreme caution when taking the two young heirs.

Qin Lang told Qin Bi: "Sister, Qin He's child, Fu Bao, is in a coma. The First and Second Houses both sent low-grade spirit fruits. My mother and the Fourth and Fifth Aunts have discussed it; we will visit the sick with two spirit plants and medicinal herbs."

Qin Bi listened and asked, "Still not awake?"

Qin Lang shook his head: "Fu Bao is young; exhausting his spiritual power is no good thing."

Qin Bi chuckled lightly. Qin He, always eager for quick success and stealing others' credit, deserved it; not a single good person in that family. Qin Bi stood holding her youngest son, watching her subordinates busily pack the things to take.

The Heir and Rong Yuan had finished eating and came to the courtyard. Regarding taking the little milk bun to the fiefdom, Rong Juan hesitated; the sun at this season was like a fireball, and a child's delicate skin shouldn't be exposed to the sun.

Qin Bi hesitated: "How about you don't go?"

The Heir pondered for a moment: "That works too."

The Heir directed the guards to pack everything needed, then took his youngest son from Qin Bi's arms. Rong Chi waved his little hands, making "ah-ah" sounds, his black, round eyes watching the busy maids and nannies.

Qin Bi saw this little chatterbox wanted to come, so she smiled and coaxed him: "It's very hot outside; you can't go. Your father will stay home to keep you company, and there will be spirit fruits to eat. Your brother and I will be back soon."

The little milk bun went "ah-ah." The Heir took the little one's hands back: "You two go quickly and return soon; don't get sunburned."

Qin Bi quickly called Rong Yuan and left. The Heir held the little milk bun, watching them activate the teleportation array and depart. Arriving at the Heir's manor in the fiefdom, the sun had already risen but wasn't hot yet. Taking advantage of the time, the group hurried to the fiefdom's farmland.

The carriage traveled along the farmland road. Qin Bi lifted the curtain to look at the crops in the fields.

Everything was withered and yellow; due to lack of rain, many crops had already wilted, their leaves drooping. Farmers were transporting water in carts to irrigate, which was like trying to quench a fire with a cup of water. Lin Yao and Qin Lang dismounted and went over to talk.

Arriving at their own farmland, Qin Bi stepped down from the carriage, and Rong Yuan furrowed her small brows.

Qin Bi frowned too; the corn was in its growing stage, yet the drought was abnormal. The ground beneath was hard-packed soil. Originally fertile fields were gradually turning into low-grade farmland. She kicked a clod of hard-packed earth, crushing it, revealing loose soil underneath.

So, if it rained just once, the fertile fields wouldn't degrade into low-grade farmland.

"Heir's Consort," Lin Yao returned and reported to Qin Bi: "All the farmland is severely drought-stricken. Since we are here, and the Heir provided magic treasures for summoning streams and rain, shall we irrigate the farmland?"

Qin Lang rummaged through his storage bag: "I brought summoning treasures too."

Most of the Rong Wang Manor's guards and advisors could summon rain, but some lacked affinity, summoning only small areas with little rainfall. Lin Yao knew the cultivation levels of these martial cultivators and distributed a summoning treasure to each of a dozen or so people.

Lin Yao knew the Heir's Consort's spiritual power was very suitable for summoning rain, so he handed her a high-grade summoning treasure: "Heir's Consort, will you summon as well?"

Qin Bi took it and channeled her spiritual power to summon.

Lin Yao watched closely, checking if wind would blow or if dark clouds would gather.

The result was overthinking; Qin Bi merely held the summoning treasure, which depicted a flowing river. As she summoned, fine, dense rain fell from the sky.

It was very dense, covering an area estimated at half an acre.

Qin Lang gave a thumbs-up: "Sister, your summoning is still the most powerful."

In front of Qin Bi, Qin Lang was just a novice when it came to summoning.

Lin Yao and Guard Yan were not novices; their cultivation bases were even higher than Qin Bi's. Yet, when it came to summoning rain, they had to step aside compared to her. The light rain grew heavier, falling urgently, and the ground quickly became wet.

The drought met sudden rain; the scent of the soil was a mix of dry earth and rain.

While it rained over this half-acre, Qin Bi asked Qin Lang for the summoning treasure he was holding: "Give it to me."

Qin Lang didn't understand Qin Bi's intent but quickly handed it over. Qin Bi gave the rain-summoning treasure to the little bun, Rong Yuan. The little one hurriedly took it and held it up, and the rain continued to fall.

Everyone was surprised as Qin Bi held a new summoning treasure and continued to channel her spiritual power to summon.

Instantly, she summoned a large patch of rain, which showered down to irrigate the farmland.

"Can it be done like this?" The First Strategist, though well-traveled and knowledgeable, was somewhat surprised. But having such ability was good. Lin Yao handed his summoning treasure to Qin Bi: "Can you continue summoning?"

Qin Bi took it: "Let me try."

Once she started, she couldn't stop. Qin Bi could use eleven summoning treasures at once to summon rain. Seeing this, Lin Yao, Guard Yan, and others decided not to show off; with such power present, wasting more summoning treasures would be unnecessary.

Lin Yao watched the rain, his mind already formulating a plan. He walked over and stood beside Qin Bi, saying: "Heir's Consort, summoning rain from the Immortal Sects brings heavy rainfall over wide areas, but it requires spending many cultivation resources to hire people. Heir's Consort, I see you summon without strain. How about I go back and fetch a few more rain-summoning treasures? We can irrigate several more acres of fertile fields, saving some cultivation resources when we eventually hire the Immortal Sects."

Lin Yao prioritized the Wang Manor's interests above all. Qin Bi understood; hiring people from the Immortal Sects was costly. If their own people could summon rain to alleviate the drought, it would save cultivation resources for the two young heirs of the Wang Manor.

Qin Bi nodded: "Go ahead."

Lin Yao activated the teleportation array and left quickly.

Lin Yao moved swiftly and returned soon, carrying over a dozen summoning treasures, all depicting rain and streams. Qin Bi was somewhat tired and didn't want to summon one by one, so she gave them all to Qin Lang to hold.

Qin Bi channeled her spiritual power, and dark clouds began to roll and gather.