Chapter 323: No One Gets to Eat the Great Yan Emperor's

Jiang Xu and Rong Yan discussed it and raised the spirit poultry ducks on their adjacent manors.

Rong Yan's family had no troublesome matters. Rong Yan was blessed; his younger half-brothers were even younger than him and couldn't cause trouble. The problem was that these half-brothers didn't want to fight Rong Yan for anything; they were fine with whatever Rong Yan let slip through his fingers.

There's a reason why people say who is blessed; there's no need to argue about this.

Jiang Xu, who was not blessed, was not so lucky. His family was full of blood-sucking brothers and sisters, and Old Master Jiang was biased, although he wasn't so biased now. But Jiang Xu couldn't rest easy with so many spirit poultry ducks.

Compared to the Jiang family, Jiang Xu trusted his good friend Rong Yan more.

Jiang Xu hardened his heart and distributed one thousand spirit poultry ducks to his maternal grandfather's family. Only if his maternal grandfather's family didn't fall could they support him, so his elder brother and sister wouldn't be too shameless.

The Su Guogong Manor didn't need to worry about these things. Originally, quite a few of the Heir Apparent of Su's generation went to the small space of the Beast Realm. Ten thousand spirit poultry ducks weren't much after being divided. Everyone was overjoyed, handed a portion to the public treasury, and hid them away.

The Great Yan Emperor was anxious, pacing in the palace: "Where is Qin He? A useless piece of trash. He He Shizi Apparent's wife has already returned, so why is she, a Heaven-Chosen Daughter, still staying in the small space of the Beast Realm?"

The Prime Minister frowned: "Hiss, she wouldn't have failed to catch even a single spirit poultry duck, would she?"

"That can't be, right?" The Minister of Revenue looked up. Is she that useless?

"She's just a daughter of a concubine," the Minister of War stroked his beard and said: "She only became the Heir Apparent's wife of the Xue Wang Manor by relying on the Heir Apparent He. It's fine to earn some silver among ordinary people, but the path of cultivating immortality is difficult. Can you really expect her to have much ability?"

The Minister of Works was serious and puzzled: "I heard from my wife that Qin He is blessed."

"I heard that too," the Minister of War spread his hands and looked at the Prime Minister. All the ministers' wives had heard that Qin He was blessed. The Minister of War said: "But Qin He just has no movement. I don't expect her to catch spirit poultry ducks. If her luck is okay, she could kill a few beasts to get beast crystals and trade them for a spirit poultry duck to eat."

Talking about spirit poultry ducks made the Great Yan Emperor even more greedy. He gulped down two bowls of tea.

The Prime Minister and the six ministers felt sad. Each of them stroked their chins in the hall, pondering how to get a spirit poultry duck to eat. They couldn't wrong their blessed Great Yan Emperor!

The Minister of Rites whispered to the Minister of Personnel: "The Emperor has lost weight."

The Minister of Personnel nodded: "Indeed."

The Minister of War and the Prime Minister had slightly higher cultivation and were sharp-eared and bright-eyed. They glanced at the Great Yan Emperor and didn't see any weight loss; he was still as chubby and blessed as ever. Look, looking at this cultivation world, the most blessed one had to be their Great Yan Emperor.

"Go to the Rong Wang Manor and ask for a spirit poultry duck," the Minister of Rites suggested.

The Great Yan Emperor stopped pacing, sat back in his chair, and said: "Rong Yang blames me for being biased toward Qin He. If I send someone to ask and they don't give me a spirit poultry duck to eat, how embarrassing would that be? I'll wait for Qin He to catch spirit poultry ducks and return. I've been biased toward her several times; she went to the small space of the Beast Realm once, so she shouldn't be able to return with nothing."

The Minister of Rites closed his mouth. Then let's wait.

It's just that the Prime Minister and the six ministers exchanged glances, fearing that the more eagerly they hoped, the easier it would be to fall short. Sigh, it's hopeless. It's more reliable to ponder buying a spirit poultry duck from the other families to eat.

"The Qin Yan Hou Manor won't do," the Prime Minister shook his head at the six ministers: "The Qin Yan Hou Manor is protected by the Heir Apparent. If we touch one of his spirit poultry ducks, we won't be able to get past the Heir Apparent. We can't beat Rong Juan."

After exchanging glances, they couldn't beat him, so they wouldn't provoke him.

It was clear that because the Great Yan Emperor was biased, the Rong Wang Manor just wouldn't give the Great Yan Emperor spirit poultry ducks to eat. If they went to the Qin Yan Hou Manor, the Heir Apparent would also block them. This bias had gone down the drain.

"This useless Qin He," the Minister of Personnel cursed.

The Little Imperial Prince returned from the Rong Wang Manor. The Great Yan Emperor twitched his nose—the smell of spicy braised duck. The Great Yan Emperor, a foodie, found nothing else tasty to eat. He bought a spirit-planted chicken from the Immortal Sect, killed it, and put it in a pot to stew.

Fubao followed the Heir Apparent He into the palace. The Great Yan Emperor and the Little Imperial Prince were guarding the pot, waiting to eat the stewed chicken.

"Is it stewed spirit-planted chicken?" Fubao ran over.

The Great Yan Emperor: "......"

The Little Imperial Prince: "......"

If she didn't eat something good, she wouldn't come. The spirit-planted chicken was stewing, and the greedy Fubao had entered the palace.

"Have your parents returned from the small space of the Beast Realm?" The Great Yan Emperor changed the subject, using his chubby body to block the pot.

"No," Fubao poked her head out, peering into the pot: "I want to eat spirit-planted chicken."

You want to eat spirit-planted chicken, but the Great Yan Emperor also wants to eat spirit poultry duck. He didn't get to eat it either. Since the Great Yan Emperor couldn't eat it, no one else could eat his. The Great Yan Emperor looked at Eunuch Fu.

Eunuch Fu understood and sent Fubao back to the Xue Wang Manor. If you want to eat something, let your grandfather and grandmother buy it for you. Coming into the palace to eat off the rich—what a beautiful thought. Fubao returned to the manor and didn't get to eat anything, crying loudly to the Xue Wang couple.

He He Shizi Apparent heard about it, brought the big one, held the small one, and entered the palace to mooch a meal.

"I heard you stewed spirit-planted chicken," the Heir Apparent asked.

The Great Yan Emperor: "......"

Rong Chi's little hands fluttered, looking for the Great Yan Emperor: "Eat."

The Great Yan Emperor had no choice but to take the child.

The Little Imperial Prince flattered Rong Yang, pointed to the pot, and said: "Stewed spirit-planted chicken. You can eat the chicken leg in a while."

Rong Yang's eyes lit up, and he looked at the Great Yan Emperor: "Imperial Uncle!"

The Great Yan Emperor waved his chubby hand: "Eat."

He He Shizi Apparent suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth. A spirit-planted chicken wasn't big, and with so many meat-eaters waiting, there was no choice but to add more water. When the spirit-planted chicken was stewed, the children were more capable of eating than anyone else, and the Great Yan Emperor drank the soup.

After eating and drinking their fill, the Heir Apparent took the two little fellows out of the palace.

The Minister of Personnel's face turned green: "Ask him for a spirit poultry duck."

The Minister of War didn't stop him: "Go ahead and ask. Low-grade spirit poultry ducks are most suitable for children to eat. He He Shizi Apparent has two little heirs in his manor. Do you have the face to ask for children's spirit poultry ducks to eat?"

The Minister of Personnel was choked up. He turned back and offered a strategy to the Great Yan Emperor: "We can't open this precedent in the future. Whether it's Fubao or the two little heirs, don't let them eat spirit food anymore."

The Great Yan Emperor had only drunk chicken soup, and upon hearing this, he nodded: "This strategy is excellent."

It was settled. No one else would get to eat his.

The Prime Minister also felt that this was how it should be done. He stroked his beard and nodded. They shouldn't have let Fubao take things from the palace in the first place. Once this precedent was opened, the people of the Xue Wang Manor would never get enough of taking advantage.

The Rong Wang Manor didn't count; the Heir Apparent was one of the two powerful ministers of Great Yan, shouldering the national fortune of Great Yan.

What is Qin He? She didn't look like any Heaven-Chosen Daughter. The fact that she was born of a concubine was true, and her conduct was petty, and she was also useless.

Returning to the Rong Wang Manor, Rong Yang said: "Mother, my brother and I ate spirit-planted chicken."

Qin Bi was stunned and speechless: "We didn't even give the spirit poultry ducks to the Emperor, so why did you go into the palace to mooch a meal?" ===== CHAPTER 324 =====