Chapter 344: Going to the Yan Guogong Fu

"Go then, go," the little milk bun cried: "My father~"

Qin Bi: "..."

Looking for a beating this early in the morning.

"Stop crying," Qin Bi said impatiently, "I'll take you."

"Ah..." The little milk bun stopped crying, turned around, and asked, "Where is my storage bag?"

Qin Bi: "..."

"Look for it!" Qin Bi pretended to be clueless, helping to rummage through the little heir's robe.

Actually, Qin Bi had seen it long ago but pretended to be blind.

The little milk bun dug it out: "Found it."

Qin Bi praised him: "You are so smart."

The little milk bun beamed: "Smart."

Qin Bi hid the guilt in her eyes and kept pretending with Rong Juan: "Check if anything is missing. Don't wake up and claim something is gone to cheat someone. Count them and see if the number matches."

The little milk bun poured out a pile of good things to count, counted back and forth, and was delighted: "It's missing."

Qin Bi: "??????"

"Why are you happy that something is missing?" Qin Bi asked, puzzled.

The little milk bun laughed heartily, pulled Qin Bi up: "To the Yan Guogong Fu."

Qin Bi: "...??????"

Thinking for a moment, Qin Bi understood; if something was missing, they would go to the Yan Guogong Fu to demand it. The little milk bun, Rong Juan, didn't care at all about what was missing. He seemed carefree, but in truth, he didn't care about things he got for free.

Qin Bi sat on the bed and told him: "The Yan Guogong Fu belongs to your elder brother. You are not a child of the He family."

The little milk bun protested, acting fierce in a babyish way: "I am a child of the He family."

"Do you believe I can knock you down?" Qin Bi didn't take the little bun seriously at all.

The little milk bun: "I am very powerful."

Qin Bi stood up, went to the bedroom door to look around, and returned with a smile: "Your father is not here, nor is your elder brother."

Holding the little milk bun's small shoulders, Qin Bi pretended to knock him down. The little milk bun loved to play, so he顺势 fell onto the bed. Qin Bi saw it was too fake and wanted to try again.

The little milk bun got up. He couldn't walk yet, so he sat down: "Knock me down."

Qin Bi poked him, but he didn't fall over. Qin Bi paused for a moment, then used her hands to push the little milk bun. As a result, she couldn't move him. Qin Bi was surprised, while the little milk bun laughed until he swayed back and forth.

"I'm down, I'm down..." The little milk bun coaxed Qin Bi.

Qin Bi: "...Are you incredibly strong?"

The little milk bun, looking cute and babyish: "Just like my father."

Qin Bi was somewhat delighted. She dressed the little milk bun in his little heir's robe, picked him up, and went to tell Rong He Shizi. Rong Juan's expression was indifferent, and Qin Bi knew Rong Juan had known all along.

The little milk bun knew he was his father's favorite, so seeing Rong He Shizi again, he started acting up: "I want to go to the Yan Guogong Fu~"

After sleeping, he woke up, but they had returned. The child's world collapsed.

Just now, Qin Bi was playing with the child, so the child forgot, but now he remembered again.

Qin Bi knew the little milk bun was acting with impunity. Looking at his little feet, she said, "You haven't put on your socks and shoes yet."

"No socks, no shoes~" The little bun threw a tantrum.

Rong Juan, having been reborn several times, cared most about the little milk bun. Seeing his eyes red from crying, he wrapped him in a small quilt, ordered a carriage to be prepared, and called the little prince and Rong Yang to come along to see the fun.

"Going to the Yan Guogong Fu to see the child," Rong He Shizi said to the little prince.

"I haven't eaten yet," the little prince said. He only wanted to see the child for a meal. He hadn't even had breakfast yet. Could going to the Yan Guogong Fu provide a meal? "Let's eat first, then go."

The answer to the little prince was the little milk bun shouting loudly: "Going to the Yan Guogong Fu to eat."

Fine. Rong He Shizi nodded his chin at the little prince: "Let's go."

Qin Bi called Rong Yang, rushed to the kitchen, and ordered the guards to pack a large portion of spicy duck heads and five-spice duck heads. The little prince was coaxing the little milk bun at the Wang Fu entrance.

They hurriedly packed the food box and added steamed egg custard.

One guard carried the box, while another guard picked up Rong Yang and ran in big strides to the Wang Fu entrance. The little heir had an impatient temper; in this short time, the little milk bun started wailing again, his eyes red from crying.

Rong Juan said to Qin Bi, who arrived a moment later: "Stay home and wait for me. I will take the child to the Yan Guogong Fu and then return."

Qin Bi nodded. Rong He Shizi, Rong Yang, and the little prince got into the carriage. Since they were all in the carriage, they were definitely going to the Yan Guogong Fu. Only then did the little milk bun stop crying and calm down.

Sniffling and sobbing, he still looked quite aggrieved.

Rong Juan was both angry and heartbroken, so he used a warm towel to wipe his face.

"So handsome," the little milk bun said happily.

Rong He Shizi suddenly laughed in anger. The little prince tilted his body: "Let me see."

Rong Yang also poked his head out, and the little milk bun let them look without hesitation.

The little prince praised: "Truly handsome."

Rong Yang smiled with his lips pressed together. The little milk bun looked up at Rong Juan: "Handsome."

Rong Juan, doting: "Yes, you are handsome."

The little milk bun was delighted. Rong Juan's anger vanished completely. This was the child he had waited for through several rebirths; he would spoil him. The little milk bun coaxed Rong Yang, calling him "elder brother, elder brother," and was very good at coaxing people.

Rong Yang opened the food box and gave him a five-spice duck head.

The little prince saw this and said, "I've been running back and forth, coaxing the child for you since last night."

Rong Yang gave the little prince a spicy duck head: "Little Prince brother, eat too."

The little prince didn't stand on ceremony and started gnawing on the braised duck head.

When they arrived at the Yan Guogong Fu, the children had already eaten several duck heads. The Yan Guogong and He Yan came out of the manor to greet them. Shortly after, the Yan Guogong's wife hurriedly arrived; she had been instructing the kitchen to steam egg custard.

They steamed three portions: one for the little prince, and one each for Rong Yang and the little milk bun.

The little milk bun saw He Yan, his eyes red, and stretched out his tiny hands: "Father."

Rong Juan told himself to stay calm and not get angry.

He Yan, already accustomed to holding a child since yesterday, reached out to take the little milk bun, wrapped him tightly in the small quilt. The little milk bun looked down, reached for his tiny feet, and lifted them up for He Yan to see.

"No socks," the little milk bun said.

"Oh, why haven't you put on your socks yet?" the Lady of Yan Guogong quickly covered the tiny feet with the quilt.

Rong Juan took out tiny socks and small shoes from his storage bag and silently handed them to He Yan.

He Yan glanced at Rong Juan, took them, and the whole group hurriedly went to the main courtyard. The Yan Guogong Fu had not yet had breakfast; the little milk bun had woken up so early because he was often kept up by the officials attending court.

He Yan entered the living room, sat down, and put the tiny socks on the little milk bun, while Rong Juan helped from the side.

The young prince also tried to help. Now things were worse; one person dressing him was fine, but with more people around, the little one became restless. He kicked his tiny feet, deliberately causing trouble, and laughed gleefully at his own mischief.

"Was Rong Juan this troublesome when he was young?" He Yan asked Rong Juan.

Rong Juan said, "No, Rong Juan was very well-behaved."

He Yan finished putting the small shoes on the little milk bun and said to Rong Juan, "Shall we attend court together after breakfast?"

Rong Juan frowned, hesitating slightly: "Can you handle it yourself? Rong Juan and the young prince can stay behind to help you watch the child."

He Yan could handle himself in the court hall; how could he not handle a single child? He nodded: "No problem."