Chapter 219: Truly Blessed

Rong Juan was overjoyed; the He family children seemed perfect in every way.

That former "Fortune Baby" was simply beyond words; whose wild child was it, running to the Yan Marquis Prefecture to eat and drink for free? But with the He Heir's fate of being cursed to lose wives and have no children, the He family children could only watch as Fortune Baby carried away bundles of goods.

"Oh my!" The young scholar stroked the little bundle's head, his eyes unable to hide his affection: "This is truly our family's child."

Qin Lang looked puzzled. The young scholar took a sip of tea and said, "Before, your second branch's illegitimate daughter Qin He's child, Fortune Baby, would go to the Yan Marquis Prefecture to ask for things from time to time. With our Heir's fate of being cursed to lose wives and have no children, we had no choice but to accept it. But a child belongs to their own family; no matter how you look at it, they aren't our own. Look at our Rong Juan; isn't he wonderful?"

Qin Lang nodded: "Rong Juan is precious."

As for Fortune Baby, let's not even mention it; only the Xue Wang Prefecture treated him like a treasure. Qin Lang certainly did not agree that Qin He's child was blessed. However, since Qin He was protected by the Heavenly Dao, it was not strange that Fortune Baby, as Qin He's child, possessed some measure of fortune.

This was after swallowing two children born with auspicious clouds. If he hadn't swallowed those auspicious clouds, he would likely have just been an ordinary fate, having nothing to do with being blessed. Qin Lang scoffed, then shifted his focus to his young nephew.

Rong Juan was just over one year old, still a child who needed adults watching him while he ate.

After the meal, the young scholars went shopping, heading to the Spirit Plant Street to buy spirit fruits. Qin Lang held Rong Juan while one of the young scholars waved his hand: "Rong Juan, what spirit fruit do you want to eat? Brother will buy it for you."

Rong Juan said, "It's very expensive."

"Expensive is fine. We gave so many good things to other people's children for free before; should we feel bad about spending silver on our Rong Juan eating?" The young scholars rushed into a shop: "Rong Juan, what spirit fruit do you like?"

Rong Juan was easy to please: "I'm not picky."

The young scholars turned around; the more they looked at the little one, the more they cherished him. Look, their He family child was simply different: generous, and looking as delicate as carved jade. Unlike Qin He's child, who was petty, taking and eating everything.

The spirit peaches were fresh with leaves attached, the apricots had passed their sour season, and there were also grapes. Spirit fruits had low yields and were difficult to cultivate, so the quantity of every variety was very small.

Not only were they scarce, but they were also very expensive.

Yet the He family children did not mind the silver or spirit stones, using spirit stones freely. Qin Lang saw this, then glanced at the little bundle in his arms. What true fortune, to be loved by so many people.

Qin Lang was not blind; he could see that the He family children truly liked Rong Juan.

One of the He family children picked three spirit peaches. Peaches produced in Great Yan were famous for their high sweetness. The apricots, however, were not good; the fruit looked like it wouldn't be sour, but one bite would make your teeth ache to death.

But it was a spirit fruit. They bought two for the child to taste. They bought a large bunch of fresh grapes; grapes cultivated by low-level Wood Spiritual Energy cultivators were acceptable in sweetness, a mix of sour and sweet.

The He family youths wanted to buy more, but Rong Juan said, "I can't eat any more."

Only then did they stop, and everyone left with smiles on their faces.

"Here, have one." A cousin gave Rong Juan a spirit peach, which was the most expensive and looked the most delicious.

Rong Juan hugged it: "My younger brother loves to eat them too."

Several youths exchanged glances. The Rong Heir, dressed in fine clothes and riding a furious horse, and their Heir were both powerful ministers of Great Yan. That a Heir of such noble birth could raise their He family's young Heir so well meant the debt of gratitude was immense.

"We didn't buy many spirit fruits." One of Rong Juan's cousins said, "How about we send a few for your younger brother to taste?"

"Okay!" Rong Juan's eyes lit up: "My younger brother loves spirit fruits."

After discussing it, they all rushed to the Rong Wang Prefecture. Rong Juan brought the He family youths along. The Rong Heir met the group of young scholars and sent someone to inform Qin Bi.

Rong Juan worried that Qin Bi might mind and dislike the He family.

Qin Bi was resting in the shade under a tree in the courtyard. After thinking for a moment, she met the He family scholars. The young scholars bowed politely and openly. Rong Juan had picked the spirit peaches and washed them all; he washed only one apricot, and there was still a bunch of grapes.

Maids and nannies prepared tea and ordinary fruits. Rong Juan entertained everyone, and the child was delighted.

Qin Bi held her youngest son and fed him a spirit peach. The little milk ball ate happily, gnawing on the spirit peach with loud crunches. Rong Juan ate only one; he gave the other two to the little milk ball.

Qin Bi took an apricot for the little milk ball to taste, but the little one found it unbearably sour.

"I don't mind the sourness." Rong Juan took it and ate it.

One of the He family children saw this and said, "Rong Juan, if you love it, I'll buy you more later."

A family's own child is loved by their own family. The He family children's closeness to Rong Juan was something in their bones. Qin Bi pondered; blood ties could not be faked. Rong Juan naturally felt close to the He family.

After that, Qin Bi smiled at the He family children, who were overwhelmed with honor.

After playing for a while, Rong Juan, the He family children, and Qin Lang left together. This group of good brothers went shopping again, buying whatever they wanted to eat, which made Rong Juan extremely happy.

They played until nightfall, when the He Heir came to pick up Rong Juan, and the group returned to the Yan Marquis Prefecture.

Qin Lang went straight home, having agreed to continue playing the next day.

For these two days, Rong Juan had been playing everywhere with Qin Lang and the He family children. Qin He finally woke up, her head throbbing as if it would split. She couldn't sleep day or night. The Xue Heir, looking pale, personally went to the Yan Marquis Prefecture to beg for elixirs, but was refused by the He Heir.

"My things are all reserved for Rong Juan," the He Heir said.

"But Qin He is injured," the Xue Heir said anxiously.

The He Heir looked at the Xue Heir, his eyes calm and without waves. After a moment, the He Heir said, "I once proposed to Qin He. The marriage didn't happen. Does that mean I have to take care of your Xue Wang Prefecture for the rest of my life?"

"Uh..." The Xue Heir choked.

The He Heir ignored him no more, and the Xue Heir returned in disappointment.

When Rong Juan returned, a brother staying in the prefecture ran over to tell the little bundle: "The Xue Heir came to beg for elixirs again."

"Did you give them?" Rong Juan asked.

"No."

Rong Juan didn't care. The Yan Marquis called the child over and gave him a box of monster spirit stones. Rong Juan stayed there. Fortune Baby, looking sickly, came to the Yan Marquis Prefecture once.

The Yan Marquis's Lady took a deep breath, displeased: "What is wrong with this family? The child is too young to be raised properly, and now Fortune Baby is injured and still comes. What if he brings sickness to Rong Juan?"

"The Xue Wang Prefecture is becoming more and more unworthy," the Yan Marquis scoffed.

The Yan Marquis's Lady ignored Fortune Baby, dismissing him with a few words. Fortune Baby walked into the courtyard, picked a flower, pouted, and left. Rong Juan said nothing, hugged his small pillow, and went home.

The little bundle said nothing, but He Yan saw the little one was unhappy: "I'll get it back for you."

The little bundle didn't say he was leaving; he hugged his small pillow and went to the flower bed. The tiny little bundle searched on the ground. He Yan let him, and several He family youths ran over, following the child to search.

None of them knew what they were looking for.

Rong Juan poked the scattered earth: "There's a grass missing here."

The youths froze. He Yan was also stunned, then chuckled softly: "Easy to say. We'll get it all back."