Chapter 233: Off to Scrounge

The Xue Wang Fu shares in this honor; Qin He is a favored disciple of the Immortal Sect.

Qin He's gloomy mood improved considerably. Since crossing over, she had never been so humiliated. Struck by lightning, people might think she had evil intentions. She checked her spiritual power and found it depleted.

However, Qin He was not afraid; she had the system.

Qin Tan and Qin Di had been studying fate lately, reading books and examining metaphysics whenever they had free time, after all, Qin Bi had been reborn and forgotten how to practice magic.

Qin Xun was even more impressive; he asked a friend to cast a fortune for someone, making that young master laugh uncontrollably.

Qin Yan came to visit Qin He and told her: "You don't know, Qin Lang even claimed An Yuan Marquis's heir was possessed by evil spirits. What does Qin Lang know? He must be bluffing people."

Qin He leaned against the bed, her hair strands hanging down, looking pitiful and delicate. She smiled lightly: "Immortal Sect techniques are indeed powerful."

"If only I were a member of the Immortal Sect," several young ladies of Qin Yan Marquis's residence envied deeply. Looking at Qin He, this injury was a loss, but her sect kept sending elixirs again and again.

Without a sect, Qin He thought it would take a long time to recover.

Ordinary people might have lost their cultivation base entirely; Qin He was truly fortunate.

"There are many prominent families in Jingcheng; everyone knows each other. Qin Lang shouldn't be bluffing people." Qin He sneered: "If he likes metaphysics, I can introduce him to a cultivator from my sect. How can he set up a stall to deceive people?"

Qin He's legitimate younger sister pouted: "People don't want your help."

Qin Han showed no displeasure, only smiling and saying: "Qin Lang has become Qin Bi's little sidekick."

Qin He disliked it; anyone close to Qin Bi was someone she disliked. Just a dodder flower. Qin He didn't even take Qin Bi seriously. If not for family rules, she would have torn up her face with Qin Bi.

For a man, was it worth it? She had long since given up on He He Shizi.

Thinking this, Fu Bao ran in: "Mother, Mother, the weather is so hot! I want to eat ice cream, and also freshly picked spirit melons. Watermelon is so delicious. I want to eat watermelon."

Qin He hesitated: "This... in previous years, the Yan Guogong Fu always provided the watermelons."

"I'm going to Yan Guogong Fu!" Fu Bao shouted.

Qin He didn't stop her. Fu Bao's maids and nannies followed Fu Bao out of the residence. Yan Guogong Fu had helped raise her child, watching her grow up since childhood. Eating a bit of their food was not wrong.

Qin Yan and the others watched this, filled with envy. Qin Cui said: "Qin He sister is truly fortunate. Food, drink, and supplies; even when injured, her sect sends elixirs. This is a true genius."

Qin He smiled faintly, feeling a bit proud inside.

In the future, she would stay away from Qin Bi; this matter would pass. Being struck by lightning was something Qin He didn't want to mention at all. Was she going to steal credit? She had summoned rainwater before. When the farmland rained, wasn't it natural for her to go check the situation?

Perhaps it was the rainwater she summoned earlier. Rainwater was scarce everywhere. Was summoning a rainstorm easy? Naturally, she couldn't just hand over what she summoned herself. No one could have it.

The Hou Men sisters played until they were tired and left. Soon, Fu Bao returned, the little girl pouting.

"What's wrong?" Qin He asked. "They didn't give you anything to eat?"

"They only gave me one slice of watermelon, and it was ordinary watermelon!" Fu Bao shouted, throwing a tantrum: "Who cares about ordinary watermelon? I want spirit melons. They definitely gave the good stuff to Rong Yang to eat."

Qin He frowned: "Just like her mother, she loves to snatch things from others."

Fu Bao screamed: "I hate Rong Yang."

Qin He was helpless. Rong Yang was He family's child; she hated him too, but she had no way to drive Rong Yang out of Yan Guogong Fu. Her Fu Bao's fortune and luck had been stolen by Rong Yang.

"Is He He Shizi not in the residence?" Qin He asked the maid.

"No," the maid replied.

Qin He knew He He Shizi was not there; otherwise, how could Yan Guogong Fu dismiss Fu Bao with just one ordinary spirit melon? These people were only mistreating Fu Bao behind He He Shizi's back.

Ordinary watermelons were available at their own estate. Qin He sent guards to the estate to pick melons.

When He He Shizi returned to Yan Guogong Fu and heard Fu Bao had visited, he guessed she was just looking to grab things again. He He Shizi gave the two spirit melons he brought back from the Immortal Sect to the guard.

"Deliver them to the two young heirs," He He Shizi said.

There was one for his son and one for Rong He Shizi's son. He wouldn't let Rong Juan raise his son for free. Rong Yang knew he was He family's child, but he was raised by Rong He Shizi since childhood and his heart leaned toward Rong Wang Fu. He could only coax him back slowly.

Rong Yang cherished this younger brother of his very much.

The guard took the spirit melons and left. Rong Yang, who was hot and wanted melon at that moment, received two freshly picked spirit melons. The little boy happily went over to take them, hugging the spirit melons to cool down.

Rong He Shizi, being so shrewd, looked at He Yan's guard and said: "Someone went to Yan Guogong Fu to scrounge again?"

The guard kept a straight face. Rong He Shizi chuckled. It seemed so. Whether cold or hot, whenever Qin He wanted good things, she thought of Yan Guogong Fu. Pfft. With him here, Fu Bao wouldn't even think about trying to grab things.

Rong He Shizi held his younger son in one arm, touched the spirit melon; it was ice cold. Eating it would definitely relieve the heat. Rong He Shizi handed the younger son to Rong Yang. Rong Yang was flattered, carefully holding his younger brother.

"I'll go wake your mother to eat melon," Rong He Shizi said. "Take good care of your brother."

"Okay, okay," Rong Yang said, holding his brother.

Rong He Shizi was still uneasy and quickly went to the bedroom to wake Qin Bi, who was napping.

Qin Bi opened her eyes. Rong He Shizi said: "There are spirit melons to eat. Don't sleep."

Summer was hot, and spirit melons were even more expensive. Seeing Rong He Shizi's expression, Qin Bi guessed they were sent from Yan Guogong Fu. Rong He Shizi's meaning was: don't let good things go to waste.

Should she leave them for Qin He and Fu Bao to eat? She wasn't afraid of choking them to death?

"Where is the little one?" Qin Bi got out of bed.

"Rong Yang is holding him," Rong He Shizi said.

Qin Bi panicked and hurried out of the room: "Rong Yang is still young. How can you trust him?"

Rong He Shizi followed behind: "Rong Yang is more reliable than you."

Qin Bi: "..."

When the two arrived in the courtyard, under the tree, Rong Yang was holding his brother, cherishing him immensely. Usually, he wasn't allowed to hold him, for fear he was too small, walked unsteadily, and would drop his brother. Now that he was holding him, he would hold him to his heart's content.

Rong Yang sat on a small stool, obediently holding his brother. The little boy also knew he was small and might drop his brother if he held him.

Qin Bi took the little milk bun. The guard took the spirit melons to wash them. The crisp melon was cut open, revealing red flesh that looked thirst-quenching. Rong He Shizi ate a piece, leaving the rest for Qin Bi and the children.

Spirit melons were rare; even the Immortal Sect was stingy and didn't sell them.

Young children are easily raised poorly. Rong He Shizi dared not be careless, raising both Rong Yang and his younger son with great care. Regarding He He Shizi sending spirit food, Rong He Shizi wouldn't be pretentious and refuse it.

He He Shizi just bought spirit melons from the Immortal Sect. Once they were finished in a couple of days, he would go again.

Rong He Shizi tapped the table with his hand, calculating, while his cold, sharp eyes softened as he glanced at his wife and children.