Chapter 340: It's Mine

Rong Juan sent someone to Qin Yan Marquis Fu to fetch Qin Bi back; the child had almost cried his voice hoarse.

The whole family sat together; Rong Yang also wore a tight little face, the little milk bun wailed, looking at no one's face; the young prince, having left the palace, stood aside silent, wondering if this little milk bun would get beaten.

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

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

Qin Bi: "..."

The children at Yan Guogong Fu were indeed at Rong Wang Fu, but not you! What are you currying favor for? Qin Bi couldn't help but suspect He Yan's fate; how could one after another fancy things from Yan Guogong Fu.

Rong Yang grew anxious: "That is not your home."

What a loss; if he didn't return to Yan Guogong Fu, how had he lost his younger brother in the bargain.

Rong Juan laughed in anger; a guard brought a chair, and Rong He Shizi sat down with great authority: "You went to Yan Guogong Fu; what did you call me?"

The little milk bun looked up: "Father."

"Heh." Rong Juan chuckled: "Then what is this about calling He He Shizi father?"

The little milk bun held up the storage bag he had just swindled; his tiny hands squeezed it; a high-grade fire-element demon beast crystal was inside; the entire storage bag contained nothing else; it was all gone.

Rong Chi spoke in a milky voice: "I followed He He Shizi; I got this."

Rong Juan: "..."

Qin Bi: "..."

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

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

"Is it yours, so you want it?" Qin Bi said to him crossly.

The little milk bun stated very firmly: "It's mine."

After speaking, the little bun remembered again and started crying.

He opened his throat wide: "My father~"

Qin Bi said nothing, walked over, and gave a light kick: "Looking for a beating."

"Ouch!"

Many people felt heartache; the young prince, Rong He Shizi, and Rong Yang were startled; this precious gem was hard-won; how could they beat him? You can beat anyone, but not this one.

Rong He Shizi felt especially heartbroken; his composure vanished; he strode over and picked up the little milk bun.

Rong Wang also came out of the living room, leaned close, and said: "Stop crying quickly; your mother is angry."

The little milk bun knew how to coax people; he wrapped his arms around Rong Juan's neck and cried: "Father, I was crying for He He Shizi."

He wasn't crying for you; therefore, when mother hits, you must protect him.

Rong Juan: "..."

This little rascal; Rong Juan laughed in anger, unsure whether to be happy that he wasn't the one being cried for.

Rong Wang also laughed; Qin Bi rolled her eyes at the child; Rong Yang belatedly realized the child was crying for his own biological father; the child looked somewhat confused; the young prince smiled and coaxed the little milk bun.

Oh my, this younger brother is great; the young prince adored him.

"Does it hurt?" the young prince asked.

"It hurts," the little milk bun said; he was very good at pretending.

Qin Bi: "..."

Rong Juan picked up the child and spoke to him seriously: "Knowing He He Shizi is not your father, why did you still go to Yan Guogong Fu? Don't you know you are the little He Shizi of Rong Wang Fu?"

The little milk bun sobbed and said in a milky voice: "If I don't call people father, they won't give me their things."

Rong Juan: "..."

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

Qin Bi knew the child must have misunderstood; taking Rong Chi from Rong Juan's arms, she coaxed and asked, and learned that the child often heard Rong Juan and Rong Yang discuss Yan Guogong Fu and knew there was a child there from Yan Guogong Fu.

The young prince and Rong Yang also chattered about it idly; Rong Chi thought, well, he was the child of Yan Guogong Fu; Rong Chi thought this, yet he also knew Rong Wang Fu was his home and he was Rong He Shizi's child.

The child's thoughts were bizarre.

He had made up his mind; Qin Bi tried reasoning with him: "He He Shizi is not your father."

The child reached out to Rong Juan; Rong Juan picked him up.

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

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

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

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," the young prince blocked: "You absolutely cannot hit him."

Rong Juan held his forehead; Rong Yang wouldn't return to Yan Guogong Fu; Fu Bao was one thing, but this Rong Chi was causing trouble too; now it was a case of losing both the wife and the soldiers; the precious little milk bun was heading to Yan Guogong Fu.

If they didn't let him go, he would cry; his little voice even cracked.

Rong Juan, having been reborn several lives, had only this one child; he cherished him like nothing else; he truly felt heartache; so did Rong Wang; Rong Wang also knew Rong Juan might have only this one child in this life and would give him the stars but not the moon.

"I will send word to Yan Guogong," Rong Wang said. "Let him go."

For now, this was the only option; Rong Juan took a deep breath.

The young prince asked: "Who do you take after, anyway?"

Qin Bi's eyes sparkled; in the life before her transmigration, when she was young, she had been very mischievous; Rong Chi seemed to take after her in this; taking after her was fine; taking after Rong He Shizi meant no losses.

After Rong Wang's words were spoken, the little milk bun stopped crying.

The group exchanged glances, planning to brush it off; but the little milk bun was sharp; he insisted on going to the bedroom; once there, he fetched a small pillow and a small quilt, and directed the young prince to pack them.

Rong Juan: "..."

Qin Bi: "..."

Rong Yang asked: "What are you going to do, little brother?"

"I want to live at Rong Juan's Guogong Prefecture," Rong Chi said, clutching a small pillow.

The little prince showed good sense, quickly packing his small quilt. Rong Juan took a deep breath, knowing that defying the little bun would only make him throw a tantrum, and such a small child crying would harm his health.

Rong Juan carried the little one, Rong Yu followed, and the little prince followed too; they took a carriage to Rong Juan's Guogong Prefecture.

Upon arriving at the entrance of Rong Juan's Guogong Prefecture, He Yan was already waiting. He Yan's expression was hard to describe. Rong Juan, holding the child, lifted his foot to enter, but the little bun was unwilling and wanted to get down.

Rong Juan set the child down. The little prince tossed a cushion, and the child sat on it.

"I want to play the pitiful little one," the little bun pointed inside the gate: "Make the people of Rong Juan's Guogong Prefecture ache with pity."

Rong Juan: "????"

He Yan: "????"

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

Back then, Rong Yu played the pitiful little one, making the people of Rong Juan's Guogong Prefecture ache with pity ever since. The effect was good; even now, whenever He Yan thought of it, his heart ached with a dense, prickly pain. The little bun playing the pitiful little one was just irritating.

He Yan might not feel the ache, but Rong He Shizi would surely be heartbroken.

Rong Juan scooped up the little bun in one arm: "Save your breath."

The child kicked his little legs: "I won't save my breath."

Rong Juan's patience ran out. He carried the child into Rong Juan's Guogong Prefecture, the child still clutching his small pillow.

Entering the main hall, Rong Juan spoke plainly: "He Yan, you didn't bother raising Rong Yu; I raised him. My son is coming to stay at your house for two days, and you must take care of him personally."

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

Rong Yu said, "I'm leaving my younger brother at your place."

He Yan glanced at Rong Yu and nodded: "Very well."

Rong Juan was not in a hurry to return, watching He Yan take care of the child for a while.