Chapter 339

Was the little milk bun just crying? He was also tugging at He Yan's clothes.

The child cried: "My father, don't want me anymore."

He Yan: "......"

Qin Yan: "......"

Heir Su: "......"

Heir Xue held Xue Rui, his mouth unable to close in surprise: "???!!!"

Rong Yang tugged at the little milk bun: "Brother, you can't cry in this tone."

Rong Juan saw Rong Yang's action of pulling Rong Chi and his vision went black. Heir Su couldn't help but say: "Stop pulling your brother; he's becoming more and more like it."

As for what he was like? Everyone knew it in their hearts.

One was sitting on the ground crying, still tugging at Heir He's clothes, and one was pulling. Unfortunately, there was no one lying down; He Yan didn't cooperate at all, and the little milk bun's eyes were red from crying.

Rong Juan truly felt pained. This was a child he had only obtained after several lifetimes of rebirth, and he was afraid he would melt if he held him in his hands. Rong Chi had never cried like this since he was small. Although it was very annoying, Rong Juan still felt pained.

Rong Juan knew that coaxing was useless, so he reached out to pick up the child he didn't want anymore.

Rong Chi hugged He Yan's leg: "Don't want to go, don't want to go."

He Yan's mood was subtle, and he even magically thought, "How about I let Heir Rong take care of the child for a while?" Rong Yang was raised by Heir Rong; it was reasonable for him to let Heir Rong take care of the child.

However, He Yan thought too much; Rong Chi didn't like him that much.

And he didn't insist on recognizing him as his father.

Rong Juan approached He Yan, took his own storage bag, pretended to pull the storage bag from He Yan's waist, squatted down, and showed it to the little milk bun: "Rong Chi, the storage bag you want, Heir He gave it to you."

The child's crying stopped abruptly, and he took the storage bag with his little hands to study it, still sobbing once.

Heir Su was stunned, then laughed out loud. Qin Yan also laughed helplessly, Heir Xue was dumbfounded, and Qin He was completely stunned, feeling pained to death. The storage bag was filled with good things!

"Doesn't look like this," the little milk bun tugged at the storage bag in confusion.

Rong Yang recognized it; this was Father Rong Juan's storage bag. He was fooling his younger brother because he was small and couldn't recognize it.

Rong Yang said: "It's the same."

Rong Juan understood his youngest son, a money-grubber, and immediately said: "You got a storage bag; you earned it. Hurry up and go; if they regret it later, you'll have to return it."

The little milk bun said: "Go."

Rong Juan was amused, but he couldn't expose it, or there would be a scene. Rong Juan learned for the first time that his precious youngest son could be so troublesome and hard to fool.

Picking up the little milk bun, Rong Juan left.

Rong Yang followed; he couldn't let the little milk bun stay here.

"Heir He," Qin He then said anxiously, "Your storage bag?"

He Yan told her: "It's not mine."

"The storage bag is filled with good things," Qin He stomped her feet: "If you feel you owe the child's mother, you can compensate her, but you can't give the storage bag to the Rong Wang Fu's little heir. Besides, Little Heir Rong Chi isn't Little Heir Rong Yang; he isn't your child. You can give it to Fu Bao and Xue Rui, but you can't give it to Sister Qin Bi's youngest son."

Heir Su couldn't stand it, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Heir He's storage bag, he gave it away, so he gave it away. Why are you so anxious? Someone who didn't know would think it was your thing."

Qin He was speechless, unable to retort.

Heir Xue protected Qin He: "Heir Su, saying it like that is harmful to Qin He's reputation."

Heir Su chuckled and said no more.

Qin He wanted to say something else, but Qin Yan reminded her: "That's Heir Rong's storage bag, fooling the child, pretending it was Heir He's storage bag. Everyone saw it; only you are blind and ignorant."

Qin He looked, and sure enough, Heir He's storage bag was still there, her face flushing red.

Rong Juan held his youngest son and Rong Yang and returned to the Fourth Room's courtyard. Rong Yang ran to Qin Bi's side with a look of surprise, babbling and mimicking. Qin Bi was surprised, looking at her youngest son with amusement.

Qin Bi said to him: "How can you be so capable?"

The little milk bun said: "Capable."

Qin Bi couldn't help but laugh: "Who did you learn that from?"

The little milk bun said in a milky voice: "Little Imperial Prince brother."

Rong Juan chuckled, immediately holding his youngest son, calling Rong Yang to enter the palace to find the Great Yan Emperor. He had almost been cried to death by the child as his father; fortunately, He Yan caught it, but Heir Rong still felt he had lost out.

Was it easy for him to get a child? Rong Chi calling He Yan father made him feel uncomfortable.

As soon as Rong Juan entered the palace, the Little Imperial Prince was chased and beaten by the Great Yan Emperor. The Little Imperial Prince cried out, feeling aggrieved. The little milk bun laughed. At this time, the child also knew that this was not Heir He's storage bag, but his father Rong Juan's.

The little milk bun was not very happy.

Outside the Imperial Study, Rong Yang looked at his younger brother. The Great Yan Emperor and the ministers were discussing matters. The Little Imperial Prince had been beaten, but after feeling aggrieved for a while, he forgot the pain and whispered to Rong Yang.

The Little Imperial Prince stared at the little milk bun: "You tricked me."

The little milk bun was unhappy, and the Little Imperial Prince became happy again: "Little Brother Rong Chi is too amazing, daring to cry to his father."

Rong Yang straightened his little face and said to his younger brother: "You can't cry to Father again in the future."

The little milk bun listened to his elder brother, understanding only half of it, but still nodded, fiddling with an empty storage bag in his hand. Empty, the child was about to cry again; there had been things in it before.

Father and brother were not his own; he wanted to find his own father.

The Little Imperial Prince said: "Little Brother Rong Yang, your father Heir He is too biased. I heard that he favored Fu Bao at the banquet. You are right not to pay attention to him; don't recognize this father anymore."

"At first you even pretended to be a little pitiful, and Heir He didn't cherish you."

Rong Yang nodded: "I won't recognize him; I won't pay attention to him anymore."

The little milk bun was anxious and pounced over: "Recognize."

The Little Imperial Prince waved his hand: "Nothing to do with you."

Rong Chi was too small and not qualified to join the topic.

Rong Yang picked up his younger brother: "Don't crawl on the ground."

"My father~" Rong Chi cried again: "Don't want me anymore."

Inside the Imperial Study, the Great Yan Emperor, the Chancellor, and the Six Ministers had finally witnessed the little milk bun's operation. Good heavens, this tone was quite catchy, and they all looked at Heir Rong in unison.

The Great Yan Emperor looked for a feather duster: "I must beat this little rabbit to death; he actually taught his younger brother to cry to his father."

The Minister of War couldn't stop him. The Little Imperial Prince truly deserved a beating this time. He had just been beaten once; look, he let you watch the child outside the Imperial Study for a while, and the little milk bun started howling again.

The Little Imperial Prince felt aggrieved and was beaten again.

Rong Juan picked up his youngest son and asked Rong Yang: "Why are you crying again?"

"I want to go home," the little milk bun made a scene.

Rong Juan was convinced. Most importantly, he felt pained when the child cried. He said a word to the Great Yan Emperor and took the two children home. Once home, the little milk bun should stop making a scene.

No, he was still crying and making a scene.

Making a scene about what? He felt he was a child of the Yan Guogong Fu.

Rong Yang didn't recognize it, but the little milk bun did; he wanted to go to the Yan Guogong Fu.

Could Rong Juan let the apple of his eye go to the Yan Guogong Fu? Absolutely not, so the child cried and made a scene.