Chapter 239: What Does Qin He Amount To?

Qin Bi had already married into the family, only to divorce later.

He Zu watched Qin Bi in the crowd with a complex expression. He had always looked down on her. When Qin Bi demanded to break the engagement, He Zu felt contempt, thinking she was nothing compared to Qin He; how could she compare? Only Qin He was worthy of his cousin, He Yan.

After He Yan and Qin Bi divorced, He Zu thought Qin Bi was at least sensible enough to vacate the position of Young Master's Wife of the Yan Marquis Manor for Qin He.

Qin He could earn silver, was a disciple of the Immortal Sect, and possessed high fortune; she was far more suitable than Qin Bi to be the Young Master's Wife of the Yan Marquis Manor. After Qin Bi divorced and married the Rong Young Master, He Zu maliciously suspected she had used some scheme.

Qin He thought the same. When Qin He was discussing marriage with the He Young Master, He Zu was satisfied.

Who knew that Qin He had thin fortune? He Yan's fate of cursing his wives and having no children was detrimental to her. Qin He nearly died again, and the engagement was called off. At that moment, He Zu was stunned and at a loss.

By the time the He Young Master married Qin He off in grand style, Qin He was completely out of the picture.

With the position of Young Master's Wife of the Yan Marquis Manor empty, He Zu felt a tiny bit of regret. If he had known this, he would have preferred not to divorce Qin Bi; at the very least, the He Young Master would have someone by his side.

This regret persisted until Qin Bi became pregnant. To nourish Qin Bi's health, the Rong Young Master nearly exhausted the entire Rong Prince Manor's resources. Only then did He Zu truly regret it; he had been frantic with longing for his great-nephew.

As it turned out, the Rong Young Master, like He Yan, had a fate of cursing his wives and having no children, yet the Rong Young Master had a child.

He Zu's eyes turned red with anxiety. If Qin Bi had not divorced, He Yan should have had a child by now.

The matter of abandoning Qin Bi to choose Qin He could not be mentioned. The entire He family regretted it. Bringing it up only led to endless remorse and frustration. If only they had known, if only they had known... what did Qin He amount to?

Qin Bi, whom He Zu had always looked down upon, suddenly knew how to cultivate spiritual melons. The young man's heart was filled with mixed emotions. Initially, he had defended Qin He and looked down on Qin Bi in every way. Now, He Zu had to flatter her.

It was not for any other reason; for the sake of his great-nephew, Rong Yang, He Zu had to please Qin Bi.

If Qin Bi became displeased and refused to let him see his great-nephew, He Zu would have nowhere to vent his tears.

He Zu dared not make a sound. He feared Qin Bi would remember his past sarcasm and his defense of Qin He. Having always been humble in the wilderness, He Zu tried his best not to offend Qin Bi's eyes.

For the sake of Rong Yang, He Zu put aside his arrogance.

While He Zu was full of thoughts, the Confucian scholars were extremely excited. A small plot of land was surrounded by people. A middle-aged scholar said, "Stay further away; do not trample the melon seedlings. Each one is growing robustly. It would be a pity to break even a single stalk."

Lin Yao took one look, pulled his foot back, and spared himself the need to stop them.

The scholars cherished the crops and, after gazing for a long time, did not leave.

The light rain summoned by Qin Bi was still falling. The melon seedlings, nourished by sufficient rainwater, stood even taller. Their leaves were emerald green. The scholars found them more and more rare, while the cultivators' eyes sparkled, wishing they could dig one up.

No, dig them all up. One was too few.

Someone suggested buying the melon seedlings. Not buying even one would be unbearable; such excellent seedlings had to be transplanted into one's own field to feel at ease.

"I offer one low-grade demon beast crystal to buy one of your melon seedlings," someone called out.

Someone nearby chuckled, "Offering one low-grade demon beast crystal? You are trying to fool them into not knowing the price. I offer five low-grade demon beast crystals for one melon seedling."

"I'll buy it too. I offer ten low-grade demon beast crystals."

"These are spiritual melon seedlings. How dare you offer low-grade demon beast crystals to buy them?"

An old man stroked his beard and said, "Two mid-grade demon beast crystals, how about that? My price is not low. Besides, without sufficient rain, melon seedlings easily wither and die; they might not even bear spiritual melons."

This old man was a wood-element cultivator who usually enjoyed planting melons, fruits, and vegetables.

To increase one's cultivation base, one must attempt to cultivate crops with spiritual energy. The Immortal Sect did not sell their melon seedlings. The old man had asked several times but was always shut out. Today, coming to reclaim wasteland, he unexpectedly stumbled upon this opportunity.

Lin Yao knew the old man and understood the situation. He turned to look at Qin Bi, "Young Master's Wife, what is your opinion?"

Two mid-grade demon beast crystals were not a low offer and could be considered. After all, the seedlings were just the beginning. It would take time for the vines to grow and bear fruit. During that period, the vines could easily die or fail to bear melons.

Qin Bi was a Half-Divine Emperor; she could see through fate and fortune. She spoke up, "Not for sale."

The old man gritted his teeth, "I will add fifty low-grade demon beast crystals."

Qin Bi did not know the price. She asked Lin Yao, "For the spiritual melons grown by the Immortal Sect, how many demon beast crystals is a single melon worth?"

Before Lin Yao could answer, Rong Yang looked up, extending his small hands, "Two high-grade demon beast crystals. They are very precious. Father raising me and my younger brother was not easy."

Mid-grade and high-grade demon beast crystals were worlds apart. Qin Bi clicked her tongue and was even less willing to sell. She did not know a single spiritual melon was so ridiculously expensive; the Immortal Sect's pricing was simply outrageous.

"Not for sale," Qin Bi said. Not a single one would be sold.

The old man felt regretful and stared longingly at the melon seedlings, unwilling to leave. A Minister from the Ministry of Revenue saw the situation, exchanged glances with others, and felt it inappropriate to speak directly to the Rong Young Master's Wife. He could only discuss it with Lin Yao.

"Here, in the wilderness, the Ministry of Revenue must at least be given two spiritual melon seedlings," the Minister thought. If the Rong Young Master's Wife gave two, fine. If not, they would go to their Minister of Revenue to resolve it. They must get two spiritual melon seedlings somehow.

Lin Yao understood the rules and consulted with Qin Bi.

Qin Bi pondered what use transplanting two seedlings would be. Unable to figure it out, she said, "Very well. In this field, two seedlings will belong to the Ministry of Revenue. The rest are mine."

The Minister of Revenue smiled and said, "Naturally, they belong to the Young Master's Wife."

Both sides were reasonable, and the matter was settled immediately: two seedlings would be transplanted tomorrow.

Nearby was Rong Yang's small melon field. The Minister of Revenue turned his head. Qin Bi and Lin Yao both looked over. What? This tiny plot of land must also be stripped of two seedlings? How could you have the heart to strip a child's field?

He Zu spoke up, "Go and discuss with the Rong Young Master and the He Young Master. See if you can take two of the six spiritual melon seedlings belonging to the Young Master. If the He Young Master and the Rong Young Master agree, then you may take them."

The Minister of Revenue fell silent, too afraid to ask. He decided to report back to their Minister of Revenue instead.

Rong Yang had attended court since childhood. Hearing that someone wanted to dig up his melon seedlings, he warily tugged on Lin Yao, the First Strategist. Lin Yao understood immediately and activated a defensive formation to cover the melon field.

It was transparent; one could see the melon seedlings, but touching it revealed a barrier.

People continued to come and ask Lin Yao if he was selling. Lin Yao smiled and refused. Qin Lang was envious, wishing he could dig one up too. He ran to Qin Bi, chattering endlessly, saying he wanted a melon seedling too!

Qin Bi instructed him, "Come tomorrow and try using your Half-Divine power."

Qin Lang was stunned, utterly confused, "Isn't a Half-Divine person a fortune teller?"

Qin Bi looked at Qin Lang, wanting to tell him, Yes, a Half-Divine person is a fortune teller. But she was a Half-Divine Emperor, capable of performing immortal arts to ensure a bountiful harvest. Since Qin Lang possessed low-grade Half-Divine power, he could certainly try.

Giving Qin Lang a melon seedling? Impossible.