Chapter 199: What's the Use of Talking This Nonsense to Her?

The advisors bowed deeply: "Young Master's Wife, the greater good must come first."

Qin Bi ignored them completely and summoned the artifact in a casual manner.

"Qin Bi, Qin He has her own schemes, but Great Yan urgently needs rain right now," Qin Yan, the Young Master, also said. "Windless and fireless weather is a sign of severe drought. Since you can summon gales, if you just bring a moderate rain to Jingcheng, Great Yan will see rain gradually follow."

In summer, once the curtain of rain is drawn, further rain is no longer a distant hope.

But if not even a moderate to heavy rain falls, Great Yan will inevitably remain in drought.

Qin Bi knew this too; she hadn't known before, but after reading many cultivation books, she learned. Besides, Qin Bi had read many scrolls, so she understood at least a little.

As long as a decent rain falls to start the dry, rainless season, the various prefectures will see intermittent rain afterward.

Not knowing was one thing, but now that she knew, Qin Bi was even less likely to comply with others' wishes.

No one's wishes would be granted; Qin Bi remained unmoved.

Why should she? If Great Yan has Qin He, it must bear the cost.

Qin Bi couldn't control other matters, but within her own domain, ah, there was no room for negotiation. No amount of persuasion would work; even summoning wind was a reluctant effort for her, and they still expected her to summon rain? Dream on.

Qin Yan's persuasion only made things worse; instead of pretending, Qin Bi canceled the summoning, placed the summoning artifact on a nearby table. Qin Lang's eyelid twitched. There, the summoning was over.

"If you don't want to summon, then don't," Rong He Shizi spoke up.

But Qin Yan continued to urge Qin Bi: "On such an important matter as summoning rain, why hold a grudge against Qin He?"

Qin Bi, tired of hearing it, didn't mind telling Qin Yan and the advisors: "When I wanted to summon, Qin He caused trouble. Now that I don't want to summon, nothing you say will help. I will not summon rain."

Qin Yan coaxed her: "Qin Bi, be obedient. Give your eldest cousin a face."

"Summoning requires favorable timing, location, and human cooperation, as well as a powerful summoning artifact," Qin Bi stated factually without emotion. "It's too late; the best moment for rain has passed. I am powerless."

Young Prince Yan Xun squeezed in from the side and said, like a little adult, "Young Master's Wife, give my father a face."

Qin Bi sighed helplessly: "Forcing a rain summoning would be detrimental to me."

"But..." the young prince said, "If Great Yan doesn't get rain, asking the immortals from the Immortal Sect to summon rain will cost a huge amount of cultivation resources. My father is worried to death."

Qin Bi remained unmoved. What did it have to do with her? She had given them a chance.

She summoned, and Qin He also summoned.

Now the rain is gone. What's the use of talking nonsense to her?

"That damn Qin He," Qin Lang cursed.

Qin Yan felt stuck, unable to speak up or back down. First Strategist Lin Yao finally spoke: "Young Master's Wife, you promised the Qin Yan Marquis Fu to summon rain, yet it didn't rain today."

Qin Bi smiled: "Then I'll summon tomorrow."

Oh, Qin Yan and Lin Yao and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Now that Qin He had vomited blood and fainted, she wasn't causing trouble anymore. If Qin Bi summoned the same weather tomorrow and it still didn't rain, there would be no excuse.

Lin Yao glanced at Rong He Shizi, then sent someone to Xue Wang Fu to gather news: "Go check if she's dead yet."

The guard took the order and left, but it was useless. Qin He was protected by the Heavenly Dao; she might suffer some hardships, but how could she die so quickly? The guard went to investigate and found that the Xue Wang Fei was still unconscious.

The guard returned to report: "She's not dead. She's still unconscious."

Lin Yao was satisfied. Seeing that it was getting late, Qin Yan and Qin Lang took their leave after a brief greeting. Young Prince Yan Xun also took his people back to the Imperial Palace to report what he had seen to the Great Yan Emperor.

"Was that rolling black cloud sky summoned?" The Great Yan Emperor found it hard to believe.

The Prime Minister reminded him: "Summon again tomorrow."

The Great Yan Emperor pondered for a moment, then immediately instructed the young prince: "Tomorrow, send word to the palace immediately when the summoning begins and when it ends."

"Got it," the young prince replied, accepting the order.

"This subject requests to go to Rong Wang Fu," the Prime Minister asked for permission.

"This subject will go too," the Minister of War said.

The Great Yan Emperor waved his chubby, fortunate hand: "Approved."

That night, the Great Yan Emperor provided the meal. The ministers stayed to handle official business. Only the Great Yan Emperor was fortunate enough to relax leisurely. As for the ministers? They were destined for busyness; dreaming of going home to rest was out of the question.

Great Yan lacked rain; preparations to invite the Immortal Sect must be made.

Cultivation resources were categorized. Every time one item was counted, the ministers' hearts bled. The Prime Minister held the list and sighed. The Minister of War took it, glanced at it, and crossed out several more items.

Rong He Shizi went to the Immortal Sect and brought back a few spirit fruits.

One for Qin Bi, one for Rong Yang, and half for the little ones. The little one hadn't had enough, so Rong He Shizi fed him the remaining half. He asked, "Qin Bi, do you feel unwell?"

"No," Qin Bi shook her head.

Rong He Shizi didn't quite believe her and observed Qin Bi: "Such a grand display consumes a lot of spiritual power."

"The wind was just a show; it didn't consume spiritual power," Qin Bi didn't hide anything from Rong Juan and said, "Only if a real, heavy rain were summoned would it consume spiritual power."

Since his wife's cold heart was hard to warm, Rong He Shizi asked no more and sent his wife and children to bed early.

"You still have to summon rain tomorrow," Rong He Shizi said gently as he covered Qin Bi with a thin blanket. "Summon if you can; if it's too difficult, then don't. For me, Rong Juan, nothing is more important than you and the children."

Qin Bi smiled. He intended to let her do whatever she wanted.

Summon? Just wait!

Qin Bi pulled the thin blanket over herself, closed her eyes, and went to sleep. Rong He Shizi looked at his two sons, the older and the younger. Having many children was good. Rong He Shizi smiled, his eyes crinkling; the children Qin Bi bore him were all as delicate as carved jade.

Rong He Shizi went to the study. Lin Yao and the advisors were waiting. They spoke all at once, offering advice: "If the Young Master's Wife can truly summon a heavy rain, please urge her, Young Master. The greater good must come first."

"The Young Master's Wife has her own plans," Rong He Shizi said. "No need to say more."

The advisors held their foreheads. The Young Master's Wife and the Young Master were the Young Master's dearest treasures! The Young Master's Wife was willful, and the Young Master spoiled her. They, the advisors, could only stand by, anxious and helpless, driving themselves to death with worry.

The advisors didn't sleep well all night. Lin Yao, as the first strategist, certainly had methods, but he dared not act against the Young Master's Wife! All he could do was persuade with heartfelt words; there was no other way.

Qin Yan, the Young Master of Qin Yan Marquis Fu, returned to the Marquis Fu. Qin Lang went to the third and fourth households to summon Qin Tan and Qin Di. They all went to Qin Yan Marquis's study to discuss matters, for Qin Bi's ability to summon such a grand display was no small matter.

"Just because of Qin He, Qin Bi is slacking off on the summoning?" Qin Tan was stunned.

Qin Yan shrugged: "That's how it seems to me."

"How can she treat such an important matter as summoning with such willfulness?" Qin Yan Marquis, deeply worried about the lack of rain, looked at Qin Di upon hearing this: "Qin He vomited blood and fainted. Tomorrow, you and the third brother will go to Rong Wang Fu to keep watch."