Chapter 340

Rong Juan sent someone to the Qin Yan Hou Fu to call Qin Bi back. The child had cried until his voice was almost hoarse.

The family sat together. Rong Yang also tightened his little face, while the little milk bun cried loudly, not looking at anyone's expression. The little prince followed out of the palace, standing on the side without a word. The little prince just wanted to know if this little milk bun would get beaten.

Qin Bi looked down at the little milk bun on the ground: "What are you going to the Yan Guogong Fu for?"

The little milk bun looked up: "My home."

Qin Bi: "......"

The child of the Yan Guogong Fu was indeed in the Rong Wang Fu, but it wasn't you! What are you sucking up for? Qin Bi couldn't help but doubt He Yan's fate. How did one after another take a fancy to the things of the Yan Guogong Fu?

Rong Yang was anxious: "That's not your home."

It was a loss; he didn't return to the Yan Guogong Fu, so why did he lose his brother over there?

Rong Juan was amused to the point of laughter. A guard brought a chair, and Heir Rong sat down with a flourish: "You go to the Yan Guogong Fu, what do you call me?"

The little milk bun looked up: "Father."

"Heh," Rong Juan chuckled: "Then what's with you calling Heir He father?"

The little milk bun held up the storage bag he had just extorted, his little hands squeezing it. The fire-attribute high-grade beast crystal was inside, and the whole storage bag had only this one thing, and it was all gone.

Rong Chi said in a milky voice: "I follow Heir He, I have this."

Rong Juan: "......"

Qin Bi: "......"

Rong Yang said: "We don't want Heir He's things."

"I am the most handsome cub in Great Yan," the little milk bun said: "I want."

"Is it yours just because you want it?" Qin Bi said to him helplessly.

The little milk bun said very firmly: "Mine."

After saying that, the little bun remembered and wanted to cry again.

He opened his throat: "My father~"

Qin Bi didn't say a word, went over, and gave him a light kick: "Looking for a beating."

"Ouch!"

There were many people who felt heartache. The little prince, Heir Rong, and Rong Yang were shocked. This precious treasure was hard to come by, so why was he being beaten? No matter who you beat, you can't beat this one.

Heir Rong was especially heartbroken, his composure swept away, and he strode over to pick up the little milk bun.

Prince Rong also came out of the living room, leaned closer, and said: "Stop crying, your mother is angry."

The little milk bun knew how to coax people, hugged Rong Juan's neck, and cried: "Father, I was crying for Heir He."

Not crying for you, so, Mother beat me, you have to protect me.

Rong Juan: "......"

This little spirit, Rong Juan was amused, not knowing whether he should be happy because he wasn't the one being cried for.

Prince Rong also laughed. Qin Bi rolled her eyes at the child. Rong Yang realized belatedly that this was crying for his biological father. The child was a bit confused, while the little prince laughed and coaxed the little milk bun.

Oh my, this brother is good, the little prince was very fond of him.

"Does it hurt?" the little prince asked.

"Hurts," the little milk bun knew how to pretend.

Qin Bi: "......"

Rong Juan picked up the child and talked to him seriously: "You know Heir He is not your father, why do you still want to go to the Yan Guogong Fu? Don't you know you are the Little Heir of the Rong Wang Fu?"

The little milk bun hiccuped and said in a milky voice: "If I don't call him father, he won't give me his things."

Rong Juan: "......"

The little milk bun added: "I am the child of the Yan Guogong Fu."

Qin Bi knew that this child must have heard it wrong. She took Rong Chi from Rong Juan's hands, coaxed him, and asked before she found out that the child often heard Rong Juan and Rong Yang discussing the Yan Guogong Fu and knew there was a child who belonged to the Yan Guogong Fu.

The little prince and Rong Yang also chattered about it when they had nothing to do, so Rong Chi felt that he was the child of the Yan Guogong Fu. Rong Chi thought so, and he also knew that the Rong Wang Fu was his home and he was Heir Rong's child.

The child's thoughts were inexplicable.

He was convinced. Qin Bi discussed it with him nicely: "Heir He is not your father."

The child reached out to Rong Juan, and Rong Juan took him.

The little milk bun looked at Qin Bi: "He is."

Qin Bi wanted to beat him, but Rong Juan was holding him, so she couldn't reach him.

Rong Yang stood on his tiptoes to protect him: "Don't hit, don't hit."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," the little prince blocked: "You can't hit him."

Rong Juan leaned his forehead. Rong Yang wouldn't return to the Yan Guogong Fu, and Fubao was one thing, but this kid Rong Chi was also adding to the chaos. Now it was great, he lost his wife and his army, and his precious little milk bun wanted to go to the Yan Guogong Fu.

If he didn't let him go, he would cry, his little milky voice even cracking.

Rong Juan had only one child after several rebirths, and he treasured him like anything. He truly felt heartache. And Prince Rong, Prince Rong also knew that Rong Juan might only have this one child in this life, and he treasured him so much he wouldn't give him the moon if he asked for the stars.

"I'll say hello to the Yan Guogong," Prince Rong said: "Let him go."

For now, this was all he could do. Rong Juan took a deep breath.

The little prince asked: "Who do you actually take after?"

Qin Bi's eyes flashed. In the life before she transmigrated, she seemed to be very noisy when she was a child. Rong Chi seemed to take after her in this regard. Why take after her? Taking after Heir Rong wouldn't be a loss.

Once Prince Rong's words were dropped, the little milk bun stopped crying.

Several people looked at each other, intending to fool him. As a result, the little milk bun was sharp, clamoring to go to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, he went down to get his little pillow and little quilt, directing the little prince to pack.

Rong Juan: "......"

Qin Bi: "......"

Rong Yang asked: "Brother, what are you doing?"

"I want to live in the Yan Guogong Fu," Rong Chi said, hugging his little pillow.

The little prince was very observant and quickly packed the little quilt. Rong Juan took a deep breath, knowing that if he didn't follow the little milk bun, he would only keep making a scene. Such a small child would hurt his body if he kept crying.

Rong Juan held the little one, Rong Yang followed, and the little prince followed, taking a carriage to the Yan Guogong Fu.

When they arrived at the gate of the Yan Guogong Fu, He Yan was already waiting. He Yan's expression was indescribable. Rong Juan held the child and lifted his foot to enter, but the little milk bun was unhappy and wanted to go down.

Rong Juan put the child down, the little prince threw a cushion, and the child sat on it.

"I want to pretend to be a little pitiful one," the little milk bun pointed inside the gate: "Make the people of the Yan Guogong Fu feel heartache to death."

Rong Juan: "?????"

He Yan: "?????"

The little prince: "......?????"

Back then, Rong Yang pretended to be a little pitiful one, making the people of the Yan Guogong Fu feel heartache to death later, and the effect was good. Even now, He Yan felt a dense pain in his heart when he thought about it. The little milk bun pretending to be a little pitiful one was a bit annoying.

He Yan didn't necessarily feel heartache, but Heir Rong must have felt heartache to death.

Rong Juan picked up the little milk bun: "Save it."

The child kicked his little legs: "Won't save it."

Rong Juan's patience was exhausted, and he carried the child into the Yan Guogong Fu, the child still hugging his little pillow.

Once in the living room, Rong Juan said bluntly: "He Yan, you didn't put effort into Rong Yang, I raised him. My son is coming to your house to stay for two days, you have to take care of him yourself."

He Yan was dumbfounded: "I don't know how to take care of children."

Rong Yang said: "Brother is left at your house."

He Yan glanced at Rong Yang and nodded: "Okay."

Rong Juan wasn't in a hurry to go back, watching He Yan take care of the child for a while.