Chapter 220: How Can You Take Without Asking?

Rong Yang stood up holding his little pillow, a tiny little ball.

The teenagers looked down. Was there a grass growing here? They weren't sure.

He Yan picked up the little milk bun and said to the younger generation of the He family: "You guys go."

It wasn't appropriate for adults to go and ask, but the little milk bun minded, so He Yan couldn't care about anything else. The He family's little scholars valued Rong Yang, this little milk bun, very much. Since He Yan had spoken, they naturally had to go.

The teenagers, who were less than ten years old, rolled up their sleeves: "Let's go, to the Xue Wang Fu."

The teenagers called several sisters from the family. The sisters weren't very old, so it was reasonable for them to find Fubao to ask for the flower and grass back. They all rushed away.

"This, this, isn't it appropriate?" the second young mistress said.

He Yan's expression was indifferent, and Yan Guogong Lady pondered for a moment, sighed: "It's good to go and make a scene, so they don't run to our Yan Guogong Manor for help with every big or small thing. Is there no one in the Xue family? They think the things of our Yan Guogong Manor have no owner."

Although she said that, Yan Guogong Lady walked to the flower bush and looked down at the scattered soil. She felt embarrassed to say there was a grass in this position. Fortunately, it was the younger generation going, so it was a warning to Qin He.

Everyone went to the living room to wait for news from the Xue Wang Fu.

He Yan looked down at the little milk bun. Thinking about how he pointed at the scattered soil and said there was a grass there, it simply melted his heart. He Yan felt soft, but this personality didn't seem like him.

The He family's younger generation went to the Xue Wang Fu aggressively, and Xue Shizi went out to greet them.

When he heard it was because Fubao had picked the Yan Guogong Manor's flower and grass, Xue Shizi was stunned: "Is there any misunderstanding? Our two families are on good terms, and Fubao is just a child."

"There is no misunderstanding," the little scholar reached out: "Return the flower and grass."

Fubao had thrown it away on the road, so where could he get it? Xue Shizi tried to negotiate, but the younger generation of the Xue family didn't care about this. If the flower and grass were lost, they were lost. A glance swept over, and the Xue Wang Fu's garden was planted with flowers and grass.

"Pluck them for me." The leading teenager gave an order, and the others pulled at the flowers and grass.

Fubao wouldn't have it: "I only picked one flower."

Who cared about her? Since your hands were itchy, then don't blame us. Their little milk bun Rong Yang even minded, so they were sorry. Pulling a patch of flowers and grass wasn't even enough to vent their anger. The little young masters and young ladies pulled at the flowers and grass.

Qin He was trembling with anger: "Does He Shizi know?"

The little scholar answered her: "Heh..."

Fubao cried and made a scene, and Xue Shizi's face also sank.

The He family disciples' scene soon spread throughout the capital. The ladies were stunned at first, then found it funny. They went to the Xue Wang Fu to dig up flowers and grass just because of one flower and grass. How could it sound so unbelievable?

"Could there be anything else? It shouldn't be!" Prince Anyuan Hou Lady said to a friendly lady.

This lady guessed: "Could it be that the Little Junzhu took something valuable?!"

"The Xue Wang Fu's First-Rank Little Junzhu isn't short of anything, so she shouldn't be so petty."

Everyone was discussing it, and He Shizi's colleagues were even more puzzled. The Great Yan Emperor naturally heard about this matter. No matter how he thought about it, this wasn't something the Yan Guogong Manor would do.

The Great Yan Emperor summoned He Yan to the palace to ask: "My dear, the Yan Guogong Manor and the Xue Wang Fu have always had a good relationship. Over the years, you haven't taken care of Xue Shizi less. Is it true that your younger generation went to the Xue Wang Fu to make a scene?"

He Yan held Rong Yang: "True."

"Just for a flower and grass?" The Great Yan Emperor's eyes widened.

Naturally not. For the little milk bun, He Yan wouldn't give the child a willful reputation. He nodded: "Just for a flower and grass. The things of our Yan Guogong Manor, how can you take without asking?"

When the Prime Minister heard this, he stroked his beard, oh, he understood. This was a warning to those who didn't know their own limits. You can't treat yourself as an insider; an outsider is an outsider. He Yan's things were all for the little Shizi Rong Yang.

The relationship between the Yan Guogong Manor and the Xue Wang Fu would have to be reconsidered in the future.

The Prime Minister gave the Emperor a look, and the Great Yan Emperor saw it and immediately waved his hand: "I heard about it and just asked. It's nothing. He, my dear, go and get busy. Rong Yang, your imperial brother will come to play with you in a while."

Rong Yang played well with the Little Imperial Prince and stayed behind. He Yan left.

As a result, just after he left, several stacks of memorials were moved to the little milk bun. Rong Shizi had no hope; he didn't want to go to the morning court at all. The Great Yan Emperor didn't want to tire himself, so he waited for the little milk bun to enter the palace.

Rong Yang ran away, and the Minister of War hummed, he couldn't run.

Eunuch Fu followed with the little eunuchs and the memorials. Rong Yang couldn't outrun the adults, so he took a pile of memorials to the Rong Wang Fu first. Rong Shizi was holding his little son Rong Chi at home, and when he saw this scene, his handsome face darkened.

"Send them back," Rong Shizi said.

Eunuch Fu and the little eunuchs slipped away fast, and they couldn't be sent back.

Qin Bi was speechless and said to the little milk bun: "Why didn't you run?"

Rong Yang spread his little hands: "They were all blocking me."

Rong Shizi cursed: "The civil and military officials of the court are all promising."

In his previous life, when he was the emperor, if anyone dared to do this, he would have ordered them to be executed.

In this life, Rong Shizi had a wife and children. Looking at this little milk bun in his arms, Rong Juan had even less interest in being the emperor. Helpless, he beckoned Rong Yang over and separated the memorials, so as not to benefit He Shizi.

Rong Juan and Rong Yang separated the memorials, and the little milk bun was still talking "ah-ah." The little guy was tiny and short, leaning against Rong Juan on his tiptoes. Rong Juan pointed out the types of memorials, and the child nodded his little head and memorized them one by one.

"You said Fubao dug up a grass, and the younger generation of the He family killed their way over?" Qin Bi was stunned after listening, and looked at the little milk bun. This temper didn't follow He Yan.

"Yes." Rong Yang nodded happily.

Rong Juan was in a good mood, but: "Whose temper does it follow?"

Qin Bi looked away. Rong Yang thought about it. At this time, Qin Lang came. This kid came to find his sister whenever he had nothing to do, or ran to the Yan Guogong Manor to find Rong Yang.

"Follows He Shizi." Qin Lang said.

"No." Rong Juan's gaze moved from Qin Bi to Qin Lang: "He Shizi doesn't have this temper."

"Our Qin Yan Hou Manor's people don't have this temper either!" Qin Lang shouted: "Petty and money-grubbing, and black-bellied. I, I, anyway, my cousins and I aren't like this."

Qin Bi smiled, her smile bright: "Follows me."

If it follows Qin Bi, then let it follow. Rong Juan looked at the little milk bun in his arms: "Our Rong Chi follows me."

Qin Bi also looked at the little milk bun and sneered: "Just wait." ===== CHAPTER 221 =====

"The people of our Qin Yan Marquis Manor don't have that kind of temper!" Qin Lang shouted: "Narrow-minded, money-grubbing, and black-bellied too. I—I—anyway, my cousins and I are not like that."

Qin Bi smiled, her smile bright: "They take after me."

If they take after Qin Bi, then so be it. Rong Juan cast his gaze upon the little milk-bun in his arms: "Our Rong Chi takes after me."

Qin Bi also looked at the little milk-bun and hummed with a laugh: "Just wait and see."