Chapter 197

Qin He's face showed a trace of confusion; what did her cousin the Young Master mean by that?

Cui Shi put down her tea bowl and spoke: "Qin He, you summon yours, Qin Bi summons hers. Your cousin means you need not get involved; she won't care how you summon, and you shouldn't care about her."

He Shi gave a slight sneer, her gaze upon Qin He carrying scrutiny.

The Marquis Qin Yan's wife and the Young Master's wife showed no particular expression. Zhu Shi took a sip of tea, lowered her eyes, and no one knew what she was thinking. Qin He's legitimate younger sister and Qin Yan were somewhat puzzled by the current situation.

Not care about Qin Bi? Qin He felt a surge of anger and retorted: "Mother, I summoned under the scorching sun with great effort, yet Sister Qin Bi sits back and enjoys the fruits. Are we to let her cause chaos?"

He Shi's face darkened, and Jiang Shi's expression was also unpleasant. He Shi turned to Cui Shi and said: "Second Sister-in-law, Qin He summoned a light rain this morning; we all saw it and it cannot be faked. Qin Bi did not come; did she say this rain was summoned by her? What does Qin He mean? Who is sitting back and enjoying the fruits?"

Cui Shi was choked into embarrassment by He Shi and said in a deep voice to Qin He: "Qin He, if you have the ability, summon; if not, withdraw."

Qin He was stunned. He Shi sneered: "If we followed Qin He's wishes, we would be the ones sitting back and enjoying the fruits. Qin He worked hard to summon rain to irrigate the fertile fields, yet we did nothing."

This title could not be accepted. Qin He said: "I did not say that."

He Shi ignored Qin He and continued: "These fertile fields belong to our Marquis Fu. Qin He summoned a light rain; the debt of gratitude should be owed by the Marquis Fu. No one from the Rong Wang Fu's fields received this rain. Qin He, you must speak sense. You could not find Qin Bi, so how can you claim she is sitting back and enjoying the fruits? You are truly talking nonsense."

Qin He was left speechless, her face flushing red, whether from shame or anger was unclear.

Qin Jue from the Second House arrived, heard a few words, and was also left speechless.

"Qin He." Qin Jue reprimanded her appropriately: "Why do you have so many unnecessary matters?"

Qin He was furious; so now she was the troublemaker of the family.

The Marquis Qin Yan's wife pressed her lips together. Since He Shi, as Qin Bi's legitimate mother, was displeased and stood up for Qin Bi, Qin He's reckless words were wrong: "Will you summon again? Your sister Qin Bi is not here; later, apologize to your Fourth Aunt."

"Why?" Qin He raised her voice.

Several wives of the Marquis Fu simultaneously darkened their faces, staring fiercely at Qin He. Qin He shrank back a step; a concubine-born daughter naturally feared the mistress of the house. These ladies were all mistresses of the house from high-born families.

"Qin He." Cui Shi's gaze turned cold: "Apologize to your Fourth Aunt in a moment."

The Young Master's wife stepped forward with a beaming smile. Remembering that the Young Master had gone to the Rong Wang Fu and, before leaving, instructed her to assist his mother in presiding over the rain summoning, she felt that having received his trust, she must handle it flawlessly.

The fact that the Young Master could go to the Rong Wang Fu showed he valued Qin Bi more.

"Sister Qin He." The Young Master's wife took Qin He's hand, smiling gently: "Our Marquis Fu's fertile fields are right here. I also understand a bit about summoning rain. Like the rain you summoned this morning, no one stole credit, so no one is sitting back and enjoying the fruits. You just speak without thinking."

Pausing for a moment, the Young Master's wife tried to keep things balanced and returned to the matter at hand: "Will you summon rain again? If not, we and several aunts will return. It is indeed very hot today, and rain-bearing clouds are rare; being able to summon a light rain is already good."

The Young Master's wife offered both criticism and praise, leaving no room for fault.

To be honest, if there were a summoning artifact of higher grade, the Young Master's wife could summon a light rain herself. Qin He was a disciple of the Immortal Sect and simply had more magic treasures in hand.

Qin He lowered her eyes and thought: Wait until I summon a heavy rain, then see who dares to ask me to apologize.

Qin He glanced at the crops whose leaves were withered. The sun above was fierce, making people feel uncomfortably hot. She declared with righteous indignation: "The fertile fields urgently need rain. How can I be at ease if I do not summon? I will summon again."

The Young Master's wife sighed in relief; as long as she was still summoning.

At this moment, whether heavy or light rain, as long as it rained a bit, the crops would survive. Who else but Qin He possessed a summoning artifact? The Qin Yan Marquis Fu could not produce such a mid-grade summoning artifact.

If Qin He was willing to hand over the mid-grade summoning artifact to her, the Young Master's wife would not trouble Qin He to act.

Qin He obviously did not wish to give up this opportunity to build her reputation. Very well, the Young Master's wife sighed helplessly; some people are simply blessed with good fortune, favored by the Immortal Sect, with even mid-grade summoning artifacts given by their sect.

"Now is the hottest part of the day. Let us summon in the mid-afternoon." The Marquis Qin Yan's wife glanced at the scorching sun and did not urge Qin He to summon immediately.

At noon, rain-bearing clouds are the fewest; only a fool would summon at midday.

Any clouds present would be dried out by the sun.

Qin He now had a headache and nausea, so she went aside to rest. The guards activated the teleportation array to leave. Qin He wanted to eat ice cream, so a guard went to the shop to fetch it. Everyone was extremely hot.

Qin Yan returned to the Rong Wang Fu and mentioned that Qin He had summoned a light rain this morning. As for the claim that Qin Bi sat back and enjoyed the fruits? Qin Yan would not pass on such words to avoid making Qin Bi unhappy.

Anyone would feel uncomfortable if accused of sitting back and enjoying the fruits without cause.

Hearing from Qin Yan that Qin He had consumed a great deal of spiritual power, Qin Bi smiled. Consuming spiritual power was good; let her consume it all bit by bit. The Xue Wang Fu could not have just one person lying down; Qin He must accompany Fu Bao.

Several summoning artifacts inscribed with rain patterns lay on the table, prepared by the Rong Young Master.

Qin Bi drank a bowl of strong tea, felt refreshed, picked up a summoning artifact, and said: "I will summon."

"The sun is fierce now; summon in the mid-afternoon." The Rong Young Master spoke.

"Sister." Qin Lang wiped away sweat: "Cool down before summoning; any clouds would have had their moisture baked away."

"It does not matter." Qin Bi waved her hand, held the summoning artifact, and began to summon.

Qin Bi acted without hesitation. Qin Yan could not stop her; once summoning begins, it cannot be interrupted, or all effort is lost and spiritual power is damaged. The first strategist, Lin Yao, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, wind swept across the sky.

Lin Yao: "..."

At midday, there was no wind or fire, yet the moment the Young Master's wife summoned, wind arose. This could not be called natural weather.

Everyone's pupils contracted as they looked up at the blowing wind.

Qin Lang looked at the tree leaves: "Oh my god!"

Qin Yan's heartbeat quickened. The Rong Young Master narrowed his eyes. As the wind grew stronger, dark clouds began to gather in the sky, clustering in one direction, heavy with a large amount of rain.

The advisors grew excited. Qin Bi warned in advance: "Do not get excited. It is just playing with wind; not a single drop of rain will fall."

"Dark clouds, vast stretches of dark clouds." An advisor pointed to the heavy sky and said: "There will surely be heavy rain."

Qin Bi poured cold water on them, emphasizing: "Not a single drop of rain will fall."

The advisor's hands trembled; he was nearly choked to death, his breath stuck, unable to go up or down.