Chapter 342

He Yan was stunned for a moment. When Rong Yang was small, he also couldn't leave his parents.

Heir Rong was dashing and unruly, and he didn't know how much he had paid for his Rong Yang. He Yan was even more patient, first going to pour water for the child, warm water, neither cold nor hot.

"Stop crying," He Yan picked up the child to drink water: "You said you would be good."

The little milk bun was indeed thirsty, drinking the water gulp by gulp, swallowing it, his eyes full of tears: "I want to find Father and Mother."

He Yan really wanted to ask, didn't you want to live in the Yan Guogong Fu? But thinking this was a child, he swallowed the words. Perhaps, one shouldn't argue with a child about these things; a child making a scene before sleep has no logic to speak of.

He Yan had never raised a child, but the powerful heir of Great Yan did things steadily.

Summoning a guard, He Yan ordered: "Call Heir Rong, just say the little heir is making a scene looking for him."

The guard left. The little prince said to the little milk bun helplessly: "Hurry up and let your father take you away. Your little mouth is good at talking, you promised not to make a scene, look at this scene you're making, I can't even sleep."

The little milk bun sobbed, looking up: "Father."

He Yan's heart trembled. This milky, cute, and aggrieved look—if Rong Yang had been in the Yan Guogong Fu since he was small, it would have been great. He Yan took a deep breath, his eyebrows and eyes softened, patiently coaxing the little guy.

"Be good," He Yan said: "I've sent for your father."

Rong Juan was not asleep at this time. His own precious youngest son was in the Yan Guogong Fu, the first time he hadn't been by his side since he was small. It would be strange if Heir Rong could be at ease. He and Rong Yang were in the study handling official business.

Qin Bi came over. The autumn wind was cold and the dew was heavy. Rong Juan stood up: "You go to sleep."

"Not sleeping," Qin Bi sat down: "Wait for Rong Chi to come back and sleep together."

Rong Juan put a cloak on her, his expression indifferent: "Making a scene to live in the Yan Guogong Fu, you don't have to wait. If you are uneasy, I will go to the Yan Guogong Fu to pick up Rong Chi early tomorrow morning."

Qin Bi looked at the time: "He should be making a scene in a while."

Rong Juan sneered: "Who else can follow him?"

Qin Bi waited confidently. He Yan might not have the patience to follow Rong Chi, but the little guy could make a scene. I'm afraid he would make everyone restless, and he would have to be sent back.

Rong Juan saw Qin Bi was so confident and had someone boil spiritual plant soup, handing it to Qin Bi to drink to nourish her body.

As Qin Bi was drinking the soup, a guard from the Yan Guogong Fu arrived. Once Rong Juan heard the little bun was making a scene looking for him, he dropped his official business and went out. Qin Bi couldn't follow, but Rong Yang chased after him.

"Father," Rong Yang said: "I'm going too."

There was evil energy at night. Qin Bi stopped him: "Don't go."

Rong Juan also said: "No."

Qin Bi and Heir Rong thought of the same thing. Only those who have raised children know that children should go out less at night. Even a child with blessings and great luck like Rong Yang cannot ignore these mystic arts.

It wasn't that Qin Bi was belittling herself, but the child of a powerful heir occupied twenty percent of Great Yan's blessing and luck. This luck was not small, and I don't know how many cultivators were jealous.

"Father," Rong Yang followed a step.

The child insisted; he loved his brother Rong Chi very much.

Qin Bi was in a dilemma. Heir Rong was always decisive and swift in his actions. After only a moment of hesitation, he put on his cloak, picked up the child, and wrapped him in his clothes. Prince Rong rushed from the study.

It wouldn't work if everyone followed. Rong Juan considered that Qin Bi's lifespan had been damaged and she had just recovered, so he was not at ease.

Heir Rong said: "Father, take good care of the mansion."

While speaking, Rong Juan glanced at Qin Bi.

Prince Rong understood and sent Rong Juan and Rong Yang to the carriage.

Prince Rong returned from the gate and said to Qin Bi, who was standing in the courtyard: "Rong Juan is not at ease with you. Don't catch a cold, go back to your courtyard and wait. It's so late, Rong Juan might not be willing to hold the child back."

That was true. The autumn wind was cold and the dew was heavy, and Heir Rong wouldn't be willing to bring the child back late at night.

Qin Bi returned to the heir's courtyard. Prince Rong's concubine was indignant: "A little heir, it's like he's going to heaven."

"Indeed, the little heir can really go to heaven," the concubine's son finished, lowered his head, thought for a moment, and clicked his tongue: "This child is full of schemes, you have to admire him. He has blessings."

The concubine said: "If you put more thought and resources into your children, could they be any worse than him?"

The concubine's son sighed, covering his face: "I'd better just rot."

The concubine slapped the table: "Strive for me."

The concubine was unwilling for a reason. She said: "Qin He, a concubine's daughter, just because she delayed her marriage waiting for Heir He, gained the guilt of the Yan Guogong Fu and obtained so many good things. To put it bluntly, what does the Yan Guogong Fu have to do with her? Qin He can covet the things of the Yan Guogong Fu, you are Prince Rong's son, you should strive for it even more."

The concubine's son said: "That depends on who you are competing with. Competing with the Rong Wang Fu's heir, I have no chance of winning."

"You useless thing," the concubine scolded.

"Mother, do you know why you are fine when you do some small actions?" the concubine's son asked.

The concubine looked at him: "Why?"

"Because Heir Rong has children," the concubine's son said: "If my brother didn't have children, if you did some small actions, given his methods, he would have broken my legs long ago. My heir brother has children, so he has softened a bit. Don't be confused."

The concubine was not stupid and immediately understood her son's meaning.

It's fine to have some small thoughts, but don't touch Rong Chi. If you dare to have any small thoughts about Rong Chi and Rong Yang, Heir Rong will make you die very ugly. The concubine had always understood this point.

Heir Rong went to the Yan Guogong Fu and hadn't returned yet. The concubine said: "You go and show some favor."

The concubine's son covered his forehead: "They find me an eyesore."

The concubine: "......"

The concubine's sons and daughters of the Rong Wang Fu were the most aggrieved. It wasn't that Heir Rong wouldn't deal with you, but that he was arrogant and never put any concubine or concubine's son or daughter in his eyes.

Just one point, don't be an eyesore to Heir Rong.

Heir Rong used to hold great power in the court and could be said to be the most powerful of the powerful ministers. His murderous aura was awe-inspiring, but since he married and had children, he slowly lived his own little life.

Heir Rong's murderous aura had decreased a bit, but if you didn't have eyes, it was hard to say.

The concubine's son didn't go, and the concubine had no choice.

Fortunately, the concubine's son didn't go. If he had, Prince Rong would have sent him back.

Heir Rong went to the Yan Guogong Fu, and the guard took him to the heir's courtyard. He Yan was walking in the courtyard holding the child, and the little prince was jumping around coaxing the child. The little milk bun was amused until he laughed.

This was what Heir Rong saw. Before he came, the little milk bun was moody.

The little prince teased him, and the child laughed, but as soon as he was sleepy, he would cry looking for his father and mother.

He Yan had learned how to raise a child. When Rong Juan arrived, the little milk bun froze for a moment, and just as he was laughing, he started crying loudly. Rong Juan quickly put down Rong Yang and took the little milk bun.

Rong Juan coaxed him, and the little milk bun fell asleep. He had been too sleepy to open his eyes for a long time.

He Yan breathed a sigh of relief and picked up Rong Yang.

The little prince also breathed a sigh of relief. If he had known, he wouldn't have stayed at the Yan Guogong Fu to help take care of the child.