Chapter 338: Rong Chi's Clinginess

He Yan didn't dare move; how could a child even gnaw on a jade pendant?

He Yan had never raised a child and truly didn't know that children would gnaw on anything they could get their mouths on.

"Little brother," Rong Juan said with a stern little face, "You can't gnaw on a jade pendant."

The little milk bun clutched the jade pendant: "Wash it."

He even knew to say "wash it"; at home, whatever he wanted to gnaw on, they would just wash it and let him gnaw.

"This one can't be gnawed, wash it."

Rong Juan's mouth twitched: "Even if washed, it can't be eaten."

But the little milk bun wouldn't let go. He Yan, helpless, took off the jade pendant and stuffed it into the little milk bun's arms: "Here, it's yours."

Many children watched with envy, and even Prince Su felt envious. This was a magic treasure, given away so casually. Fu Bao's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Mother," Fu Bao said, "How can you give it to Rong Chi?"

Yes, Qin He was thinking, how could she give this jade pendant to Qin Bi's child? Her own children, whether Fu Bao or the legitimate son, had never received such a precious magic treasure from Prince He.

Before Qin He could speak, Fu Bao ran over: "Uncle He, I want one too."

Fu Bao's "I want one too" was something the little milk bun understood.

The little one stopped holding the jade pendant and immediately stuffed it into his chest.

The child said in a milky voice, "Gone."

Rong Juan: "..."

Rong Juan: "..."

Fu Bao: "..."

He Yan also said, "Gone."

Fu Bao was stunned. He Yan had brought only one jade pendant. Fu Bao turned to look at Prince Xue, thinking Prince Xue was useless and that only her mother indulged her in everything. The little girl began to cry looking at Qin He.

Prince Su frowned, and Qin Yan also felt Fu Bao was too much trouble.

On this side, the children cried at the slightest thing, and many guests looked over.

Qin He could no longer hold back; perhaps she should make a scene so everyone would know that Qin Bi's child was ill-mannered. Qin He bent down and gently coaxed Fu Bao, whose crying broke her heart.

"Prince He, how precious your jade pendant is; how can you give it away?" Qin He said with a serious face. "If children are being troublesome, just give them some food. If you give away such a precious magic treasure, what will you use when you go to the small space in the Demon Beast Realm to kill demons?"

After Qin He finished speaking, she turned to look at the little milk bun again: "Rong Chi, children cannot ask for a jade pendant."

Before He Yan could speak, Rong Juan spoke up: "Qin He, is Rong Chi a name you can call him?"

Qin He was stunned. She thought she, Prince He, and Prince Rong were childhood sweethearts and that things were different between them. Rong Juan's question caught Qin He off guard; Prince Rong rarely gave her such a public slight.

"I am his aunt," Qin He tugged at the corners of her mouth, forcing a smile with a hint of grievance. "Can't I call him Rong Chi?"

Prince Xue suddenly looked at Qin He; hearing that tone, he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

"No," Rong Juan said without hesitation. He stood up, holding Rong Juan. The handsome man stood tall and elegant, looking down on Qin He. "I am a prince holding great power, assisting the Emperor in the imperial court, unlike Prince Xue. My son is born with high status. You should address him as Little Prince. Rong Juan is the same."

Qin He felt so suppressed she couldn't even lift her head, but she was unwilling to give up. She looked at Prince He with a pitiful expression.

The little milk bun stayed in Prince He's arms, holding the newly acquired treasure jade pendant to show He Yan: "Like."

He Yan's attention was drawn. He looked down: "If you like it, keep it."

"Rong Chi-da," the child said.

He Yan helplessly nodded: "Yours."

Qin He wanted to cry, her voice soft: "Prince He~"

The little milk bun wasn't idle. The jade pendant was his now. The child spotted the storage bag again. Oh, this one was good too. The little milk bun tugged at it, and He Yan's gaze was drawn back.

The little milk bun tilted his small head, looking at He Yan: "Like."

He Yan: "..."

Prince Su and Qin Yan looked over and suddenly laughed. Good heavens, this little one liked whatever he saw. What kind of fate was this? His own son ignored him, while those not related to him clung to him one by one.

This fate was off. Prince Su pressed his forehead and chuckled lightly.

"Why do you want everything?" Qin He couldn't help but cry out.

Rong Juan swept a cold glance over, waved his sleeve, and Qin He nearly flew out. Prince Xue, arriving in time, blocked the fierce energy. Qin He was startled; she thought she was Prince Rong's childhood sweetheart and would never be struck.

"Prince Rong," Prince Xue said, "Qin He speaks her mind directly; she means no harm."

"No one is allowed to raise their voice at my son," Rong Juan said, truly doting on Rong Chi. "What is Qin He?" Rong Juan continued, "I am not holding a grudge only for the sake of Marquis Qin Yan's family."

Rong Juan had only glanced and had no intention of taking Qin He's life. Qin He was protected by the Heavenly Dao; she could not be killed when it was not her time to die. Most importantly, this was Marquis Qin Yan's family, Qin Bi's natal home, and the maternal grandparents' home of Rong Juan and Rong Chi. Rong Juan could not kill anyone from Marquis Qin Yan's family.

Prince Xue, holding his legitimate son, shielded Qin He and immediately moved away, unwilling to deal with her.

Qin Yan also scolded Qin He a few times: "You are a married woman now, the Princess Consort of Xue Wang Fu. How can your words and actions be so rash? You have children yourself; don't you know? What kind of behavior is shouting in front of children?"

Qin He dared not say another word, secretly shedding tears. Prince He was not protecting her. It was all that child's fault. Qin He felt her heart about to explode with anger, a fire blocking her chest.

Fu Bao stopped crying. Sensing the atmosphere was wrong, she ran off to play.

Rong Juan intended to take the children to find Qin Bi. He put down his eldest son, Rong Juan, and reached out to the little milk bun in Prince He's arms: "Let's go find your mother."

The little milk bun wouldn't go. He tugged the storage bag to show Rong Juan: "Rong Chi-da."

Rong Juan: "..."

He Yan spoke: "This one really won't work."

Rong Juan had no choice but to take off his own storage bag. Rong Juan also took off his own precious little storage bag. Both were handed to the little milk bun, Rong Chi. Children are all won over by coaxing. He Yan pondered thoughtfully.

"My storage bag is for you," Rong Juan said.

"No," the little milk bun twisted his small body, clutching He Yan's storage bag: "Want this one."

Seeing this, Qin Yan knew he couldn't take off his own storage bag for Rong Chi either. Storage bags contained good things; generally, no one would be willing to give a storage bag for a child to play with. Only Prince Rong was willing to do so.

Holding the child, He Yan was even more helpless. Rong Juan stopped indulging the little one, glanced at Rong Juan, and Rong Juan coaxed Rong Chi, taking the storage bag from the child's hands. Rong Juan then took the child.

"Not going, not going," the little milk bun wailed, tugging at He Yan: "Father."

Rong Juan felt both heartache and annoyance, while He Yan pressed a hand to his forehead.

In the end, the little milk bun sat on the ground: "Oh, my father!"

Hearing that tone, Rong Juan's face darkened; he decided he didn't want this child anymore: "Go cry to the new father you just recognized."

The child, Rong Chi, began wailing at He Yan: "Oh, my father..."

He Yan's face darkened further; next would come the tears about how terribly he had died.

Fortunately, the child cried: "You don't want me anymore."