Chapter 225

Qin Lang was stunned. This actually worked?!

"You..." Shen Shi didn't know what to say. She didn't mind him messing around usually, but now that the Prince Anyuan Hou Fu had even sent gifts: "Tell me, how did you fool them? You, of all people, understand mystic arts?"

Qin Lang nodded, deeply agreeing: "Exactly, I really don't understand them. What's up with the Prince Anyuan Hou Heir? I just waved a small teacup over his head, and he actually got better."

Shen Shi: "..."

It would be one thing if it were a fluke, but twice in a row was suspicious.

Qin Lang couldn't figure it out, and since he hadn't used the teleportation array just once or twice, he didn't care about opening it again. He took the small teleportation array out of his storage bag.

"Teleportation arrays are very expensive," Shen Shi said, her heart aching.

"This is the only teleportation array I have left." Qin Lang's heart ached too. He opened the teleportation array scroll: "I'm going to ask my father. The distance is too far; I can't do it without the array."

Upon hearing it was the last one, Shen Shi couldn't bear to let him use it: "Keep it for an emergency."

Qin Lang thought about it, put the array away, and opened the gift. There were six boxes of famous pastries and ten small beast crystals. It wasn't a lavish gift, after all, Qin Lang wasn't a sorcerer, let alone a mystic master.

The gift wasn't heavy, but it was thoughtful; the pastries were freshly baked, and the boxes smelled incredible.

Qin Lang took the pastries and the ten small beast crystals: "I'm going to visit my sister."

Shen Shi asked: "Which sister?"

"Qin Bi Jiejie," Qin Lang replied.

Shen Shi: "..."

Qin Lang walked out of the Third Branch's courtyard, thought for a moment, and went to He Shi's courtyard. He took out two boxes of pastries for He Shi. Both He Shi and Qin Tang's wife, Jiang Shi, were surprised, and Lin Shi walked over upon smelling the fragrance.

"My Qin Bi Jiejie earned these," Qin Lang told He Shi.

Qin Di and Qin Xun returned from outside. Hearing this, Qin Di asked: "What's the situation?"

Qin Lang explained the Prince Anyuan Hou Heir's discomfort. After finishing, he said happily: "I was just guessing blindly, I didn't expect it to actually work. The Prince Anyuan Hou Fu sent a letter over; he's better again this time, and they sent a gift."

Everyone was speechless; no matter how they thought about it, it was unbelievable.

"These pastries?" Lin Shi asked.

He Shi said: "Eat them."

Lin Shi opened the pastry box. He Shi gave the order to send two boxes to Shen Shi. As the legal mother, He Shi could make decisions about Qin Bi's things. Qin Lang had been busy all day; he couldn't be left without even a single pastry to eat.

Qin Lang grinned and stayed to eat the fragrant, crispy pastries Lin Shi handed out.

"The Prince Anyuan Hou Heir is your friend, right?" Qin Di asked Qin Lang.

Qin Lang nodded: "Yes, we've been close lately."

Qin Di said: "Don't fool people next time."

Qin Lang thought the same and nodded: "I don't understand any mystic arts either. I won't fool him next time. I reckon the Prince Anyuan Hou Heir didn't have any real problems; he'd seen a physician, and he wasn't actually sick to begin with."

The Prince Anyuan Hou Heir wasn't sick; every time he used the magic tool, it was just a lucky guess.

While they were talking, Qin Tan came to the Fourth Branch. He had just returned and hadn't even had a sip of tea before coming straight here. Qin Lang explained everything to his father, Qin Tan, again, feeling smug—fooling people was just too easy.

Qin Tan's mouth twitched: "You and your Qin Bi Jiejie really are good at guessing blindly."

Qin Tan had come back from a long way. Qin Xun went to the Rong Wang Fu to pick up Qin Bi. Little Tuanzi Rong Yang followed; he wasn't attending court anymore, as his Imperial Uncle had prepared many memorials for him.

Qin Bi was wearing a summer ginger-yellow dress, which made her face look bright and dazzling.

Lin Shi's eyes lit up. This sister-in-law really was different now that she was the Shizifei. Qin He was still trying to compete, but in terms of appearance, Qin He really had no comparison; Qin He was at most a pretty girl next door.

"Jiejie." Qin Lang gave the ten small beast crystals to Rong Yang. The little Tuanzi took them immediately, acting like a total money-grubber. Qin Lang explained: "This is a thank-you gift from the Prince Anyuan Hou Fu. I wanted to send the pastries to you, but we all opened them and had a taste."

"It's fine," Qin Bi smiled faintly. She didn't mind her own family eating them.

After a few pleasantries, Lin Shi and Jiang Shi took the pastries for the Fourth Branch's children and Rong Yang to eat. The children ran into the courtyard, chirping happily. Only then did Qin Tan have time to speak with Qin Bi.

"Your talent is good." Qin Tan was a product of the imperial examinations and his words carried weight. He sat in his chair with a calm expression and said: "Practice diligently when you have time. Don't mess around with Qin Lang. Is someone else being possessed something for you two to manage?"

Qin Bi was about to speak, but Qin Tan raised his hand to stop her, saying: "Every time I see you take action, you must be the reincarnation of a great immortal cultivator. Do not waste your aptitude for cultivation. Meddle less in trivial matters."

Fine, Qin Bi shut her mouth.

Mentioning the reincarnation of a great immortal cultivator made everyone think seriously.

"This cultivation world has ten great immortal sects," Qin Di pondered for a moment and said: "I don't know which sect's great immortal cultivator this child is the reincarnation of, so it would be better to lean towards that sect's immortal arts when practicing."

Only by choosing the right immortal arts could one achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Qin Tan also started to think, but with their limited horizons, they couldn't tell.

Just then, the Prince Anyuan Hou Fu sent people over again. Everyone had a strange expression—could he have been possessed again? Normally, the Prince Anyuan Hou Fu and the Qin Yan Hou Fu weren't familiar enough to send people over at any time.

The servant entered the living room and grabbed Qin Lang: "Our Heir has a headache again."

Qin Lang looked at Qin Tan, and Qin Tan frowned.

"Why does he have a headache again?" Qin Lang had no choice but to respond.

The servant thought for a moment and said: "The Heir's Second Aunt just came to the manor again."

Qin Lang didn't want to get involved, but he became interested upon hearing this. It was strange—why did the Prince Anyuan Hou Heir get a headache every time he saw his Second Aunt? Once or twice was one thing, but every single time was hard to explain.

"Our Heir is even crying, and the Madam is terribly worried." The servant was anxious and wouldn't let go of Qin Lang: "Hurry and go take a look. This time he really is possessed; he couldn't even fake it if he wanted to."

Qin Lang looked at his father again. Qin Tan waved his hand, and Qin Lang followed him immediately.

After Qin Lang was dragged away by the Prince Anyuan Hou Fu's servant, everyone sat in silence for a long time. What a mess—they didn't want to fool people, but they had no choice. What is going on with the Prince Anyuan Hou Heir?!

Qin Bi lowered her eyes, having a rough guess in her heart.

At this time, the Prince Anyuan Hou Madam was also puzzled. Watching her son crying with red eyes, his handkerchief already soaked, she simply handed him a large towel. Cry then—the Prince Anyuan Hou Madam was both angry and anxious.

Qin Lang and the servant took a carriage and arrived very quickly.

When Qin Lang saw the Prince Anyuan Hou Heir's red eyes in the courtyard, he almost burst out laughing. My goodness, Qin Lang suppressed the corners of his mouth, and the Prince Anyuan Hou Madam immediately stood up to welcome him.

"Hurry and take a look," the Prince Anyuan Hou Madam said: "As soon as his Second Aunt came, he became like this again. It's even worse this time than the last few times. He was perfectly fine and then started crying. I think it looks like possession too."

The basic elements of possession were that the person had no energy, just like they had lost their soul.

Then there was the crying and making a scene. Although the Heir had had a headache for a long time, the Prince Anyuan Hou Madam hadn't taken it seriously. She hadn't believed Qin Lang when he said it was possession, but this time she truly believed it.