Chapter 341

The more Rong Juan watched, the more uneasy he felt. Rong Yang also twisted his little eyebrows. He Yan only held the little milk bun, staring at the child. How could this be? His brother was not easy to take care of.

The little prince was curious, why wasn't he making a scene yet?

Rong Juan pointed out to He Yan: "You have to talk to him."

He Yan lowered his head and looked at the child: "Go home."

The little milk bun said in a milky voice: "I won't."

Rong Juan: "......"

Rong Yang: "......"

The little prince: "Right, just don't go home."

He Yan looked at the little prince: "Do you want me to go to the palace?"

In the threat in his tone, the little prince hissed. The Great Yan Emperor truly beat him. Eunuch Fu on the side was speechless. Can you blame the Great Yan Emperor for beating the little prince? Teaching what's not good, teaching the little heir to cry for his father.

Great Yan had two powerful heirs assisting the Emperor. Was the little heir Rong Chi crying for one? He cried for both. If it wasn't allowed, it wouldn't matter, but what if? If he cried them away, the one who should be crying would be the Great Yan Emperor.

Before the late Emperor died, he had calculated it. In the Yan family's imperial line, the two powerful heirs were indispensable.

If Heir He went to the palace, the little prince would have to be beaten again.

"Don't go home," the little milk bun emphasized, milky and fierce, pointing with his little hand: "This is my home."

Rong Juan was helpless: "This is your brother Rong Yang's home."

"Mine," the little milk bun crawled, wanting to stand up.

Rong Juan reached out to support him; it was easy for the child to fall if he couldn't stand steadily. In fact, Heir Rong thought too much. Although He Yan didn't know how to take care of children, he would definitely not let the child fall. Rong Yang also ran over to support the little milk bun.

"Rong Yang," He Yan spoke: "You stay too."

Rong Yang shook his head and turned to lie in Rong Juan's arms.

He Yan felt uncomfortable inside, glanced at the little milk bun, this one couldn't be driven away. The little milk bun even said, waving his little hand: "I won't go, Father, you and brother go. Come see me often."

Hearing this, he wanted to stay often. Rong Juan took a deep breath, and in helplessness, he left with Rong Yang. The little prince was reluctant to part; this brother was too fun and cute.

He Yan kept the little prince: "Little prince, why not stay at the Yan Guogong Fu?"

"Okay," the little prince was happy, waving at Heir Rong and Rong Yang: "Don't worry, I'll stay and help Heir He take care of the child, I definitely won't let your precious treasure suffer any grievances."

Rong Juan and Rong Yang were truly relieved. Seeing that it was late, Rong Juan turned back and instructed He Yan: "Just steam some egg custard for him to eat at night, keep it light."

"Add sesame oil," the little milk bun shouted.

There, no need for Rong Juan to say it, the little milk bun would ask for it himself.

Rong Yang also had to instruct: "My brother wants to eat eggs laid by spiritual plant chickens."

He Yan nodded and took the opportunity to say: "Rong Yang, if you are worried, you can eat before going back."

Rong Yang wouldn't eat: "Leave it for Fubao."

He Yan: "......"

"I'll eat, I'll eat......" the little prince took over.

He Yan felt that his fate indeed had problems. Rong Yang blamed him, but other people's children couldn't be driven away. Giving Fubao egg custard steamed with spiritual plant eggs, He Yan was afraid Fubao would choke.

The little prince could eat it. After all, the children of the imperial family were closer to the Yan Guogong Fu and the Rong Wang Fu.

"Does your house have eggs laid by spiritual plant chickens?" Rong Yang remembered to ask.

Even if there weren't, there had to be. He Yan said: "Yes."

The little milk bun chimed in: "Yes."

The more Rong Juan watched, the angrier he got. He couldn't bear to beat him, so he simply took Rong Yang and left.

He Yan held the little milk bun and sent them out the door. On the carriage, Heir Rong took a deep look at the little milk bun. The little milk bun was very happy, he had finally found his home.

"Go, go," the child said in a milky voice.

Now Rong Yang was also angry. Looking at how impatiently he drove them away, he had wasted his love.

Watching the Rong Wang Fu's carriage leave, the little prince turned his head, looking at He Yan and the child, a bit dumbfounded. Everyone knew whose child the little milk bun was, but this child heard it wrong and insisted on coming to the Yan Guogong Fu.

"You won't make a scene, will you?" the little prince asked the little milk bun.

The little guy said in a milky voice: "I'm good."

He Yan smiled. He was indeed very cute, no wonder Heir Rong treasured him like a treasure. He turned and walked back to the mansion, the little prince followed. Eunuch Fu sent the Imperial Guards into the palace to report to the Great Yan Emperor and the Imperial Consort that the little prince wanted to stay at the Yan Guogong Fu.

It was beneficial for the Emperor for the prince to stay at a minister's house, so the Great Yan Emperor would definitely agree.

He Yan held the child into the Yan Guogong Fu's living room. Before the Yan Guogong could speak, the little milk bun called out: "Grandfather."

Yan Guogong: "......"

The Yan Guogong's wife on the side: "...... Yo, this child has a sweet mouth."

The Yan Guogong and his wife were both charmed by the child, loving him to pieces. The Yan Guogong immediately gave the child a box of beast crystals, and the Yan Guogong's wife searched and gave the child a few defensive badges.

The old Yan Guogong and the old madam heard about it and gave the child several magical treasures.

The child took them without being polite, putting them into his storage bag one by one: "Mine, mine, mine......"

He Yan's mouth twitched. This little bun didn't come to his Yan Guogong Fu for nothing. Rong Yang blamed him for giving Fubao many things, but in fact, the real good things were left for Rong Yang.

The little prince watched eagerly on the side. The Yan Guogong gave the little prince a summoning magical tool.

The Yan Guogong went to the Xian Sect, caught a spiritual plant chicken, bought eggs, steamed a bowl of egg custard for the child, and killed and stewed the spiritual plant chicken. The little prince prepared for a big meal.

The little milk bun looked up and said to He Yan, who was holding him: "Give brother a chicken leg, one for me, one for brother, and mother a chicken wing."

He Yan ordered: "Send half to the Rong Wang Fu."

When the spiritual plant chicken was stewed, a guard took the food box and left. They couldn't send the stewed chicken, so they sent the stewed chicken, a portion of egg custard, and a few pastries, all things the child loved to eat.

The Yan Guogong's wife was worried that He Yan wouldn't know how to take care of the child and wanted to help feed him, but when she reached out, the little milk bun pushed her away: "Father hold."

He Yan said: "I'll do it."

He Yan had seen Rong Juan take care of the child, so it wasn't difficult to get started. The child could really eat; the little prince only managed to eat a few pieces of meat.

Everything was fine, but when it came to sleeping at night, He Yan had a headache.

The little milk bun sat on the bed, directing: "Shoes."

He Yan took off his little shoes, and the little milk bun held his little feet: "Socks."

He Yan pulled off his socks. Next was coaxing him to sleep. The little milk bun wouldn't sleep, playing with his little feet, his mouth chattering. He Yan had patience.

The little prince also climbed onto the bed to sleep. He Yan finally waited until the little milk bun felt sleepy.

The child cried loudly: "My father~"

He Yan: "...... What's wrong?"

"I want to find Father and Mother," the child made a scene, wanting to go home.

The little prince was dumbfounded: "You were the one who wanted to stay."

"I want to find Father and Mother," the child looked around for Rong Juan and Qin Bi.