Chapter 349

Fubao was stunned. Occupying the magpie's nest is not a good word.

Fubao was just spoiled and domineering, not stupid. She could still hear good and bad words. The little girl was stunned and confused for a moment. She didn't occupy the magpie's nest. Mother told her that everything in the Yan Guogong Fu should be hers.

The maid from the Xue Wang Fu on the side was also anxious. Their first-rank Little Junzhu had always been raised according to the specifications of the Yan Guogong Fu's legitimate young lady. How did she become occupying the magpie's nest?

However, in front of the powerful heir, the maid didn't dare to speak.

Here, no maid had a say.

"I didn't occupy the magpie's nest," Fubao still listened to Qin He, remembered what Mother taught, raised her chin: "It was Rong Yang and Rong Chi who came to the Yan Guogong Fu to snatch my things."

He Yan didn't want to ask who taught her. It didn't matter. He Yan said: "Rong Yang is my child, this is his home. Everything in the Yan Guogong Fu belongs to Rong Yang. Your things are in the Xue Wang Fu."

Fubao felt aggrieved: "But I grew up in the Yan Guogong Fu since I was small. The Yan Guogong Fu has my legitimate young lady's courtyard. Rong Yang doesn't even have a courtyard in the Yan Guogong Fu. He is the outsider."

He Yan felt that he couldn't explain it to Fubao.

As for arranging a courtyard for Rong Yang? He Yan didn't want to.

Without him, the child had just returned, and He Yan only wanted to spend more time with Rong Yang.

However, since Fubao thought wrong, Rong Yang's courtyard should also be put on the agenda. Fubao, a child of an outsider, couldn't have a courtyard while Rong Yang didn't have one in the Yan Guogong Fu.

Rong Yang had his own courtyard and could also live in his heir's courtyard.

He Yan held the little milk bun and stood up, calling Rong Yang to go to the main courtyard. The little prince followed. No one paid attention to Fubao. Fubao looked left and right, and there was no one left.

The maid from the Xue Wang Fu was at a loss, feeling for the first time that they were outsiders in the Yan Guogong Fu. Fubao didn't think so much, and ran after them: "I can't let the Rong Wang Fu's two children snatch my things."

Along the way, He Yan held the little milk bun, walking leisurely.

Rong Yang was small and couldn't keep up, but He Yan wasn't in a hurry.

Fubao ran fast, running to the front: "I run fast."

Rong Yang looked at Fubao as if looking at a fool. The Xue Wang Fu produced fools, liking to compare everything. Why run so fast? Rong Yang walked with his little legs and the little prince to admire the flowers, and the servant handed over boiled melon seeds.

Rong Yang grabbed a handful of boiled melon seeds and shared them with the little prince.

The little prince was happy holding them: "What flavor are the boiled melon seeds?"

Rong Yang said: "Five-spice flavor, my mother loves to eat them."

Fubao ran back: "I want to eat too."

The servant looked at the heir who was talking to the little milk bun in front, pretended not to hear, walked a few steps faster, followed his heir, and the boiled melon seeds were spiritual melon seeds, prepared only for the two little heirs. How could they be given to outsiders to eat!

Very expensive, who could afford to eat them in an ordinary family.

Fubao thought the servant didn't hear, and shouted from behind: "I want to eat boiled melon seeds."

He Yan frowned, turned to the maid from the Xue Wang Fu and said: "Take your Little Junzhu back."

The maid was panicked. She couldn't speak in the Yan Guogong Fu at all. If it were someone else who said this, the maid could still rely on Qin He's status in Heir He's heart to refute.

However, it was Heir He who spoke now.

The maid couldn't guess Heir He's meaning, so she hurriedly said to Fubao: "Little Junzhu, let's go back. He He Shizi Consort is in the Qin Yan Hou Fu, let's go play at your maternal grandfather's house."

"I won't," Fubao hadn't played enough: "I want to play in the Yan Guogong Fu."

"Little Junzhu, go see your courtyard," the maid pulled Fubao and said: "You haven't been to your courtyard for a long time, see if anyone has moved your things."

The maid thought more and more that she should go and see. Maybe the little heir of the Rong Wang Fu had moved Fubao's things.

Children, you know, like to compare, like to compete.

Fubao was reminded, nodded, and went to her courtyard.

It would be fine if no one moved her things. If Rong Yang moved her things, she would make him look good.

He Yan held the little milk bun, and Rong Yang and the little prince followed to the main courtyard. He Yan was very patient, peeling melon seeds to feed the little milk bun, then peeling one and stopping his steps, leaning over to feed Rong Yang.

Rong Yang also peeled one to eat, and the little prince watched with envy.

The Yan Guogong's wife was drinking tea, watching several children come, stood up and greeted Rong Yang with a smile. He Yan mentioned arranging a courtyard for Rong Yang, and the Yan Guogong's wife stood up.

"Go to your grandmother's courtyard," the Yan Guogong's wife said: "Discuss it with your grandfather and grandmother."

He Yan was worried that Rong Yang would be tired from walking, so he picked up Rong Yang too.

Arriving at the old madam's courtyard, the old Yan Guogong and the old madam heard about arranging a courtyard for Rong Yang and immediately began to ponder. Their own child hadn't been raised in their own home since small, so they definitely had to arrange the best courtyard.

"The courtyard Fubao lives in is quite good," the little prince interjected: "Can let Rong Yang live in Fubao's courtyard."

"No," He Yan said: "The courtyard is too small."

Immediately, He Yan glanced at the little milk bun in his arms and said: "I plan to arrange a courtyard for Rong Chi too."

The old Yan Guogong nodded: "Should be. Rong Yang truly can't live in the courtyard Fubao lived in. It's small, and he is the little heir of our Yan Guogong Fu. I'm afraid it will hinder his luck and blessings."

Before, Fubao was raised as the legitimate young lady of the Yan Guogong Fu.

Rong Yang is He Yan's child, the legitimate little heir of the Yan Guogong Fu. If he lived in a place Fubao lived in, I'm afraid it would hinder something. If it suppressed something, it wouldn't be good.

Besides, Rong Yang driving Fubao away as soon as he returned was not the style of a noble family.

Looking at the entire Yan Guogong Fu, the largest and best courtyards were far from He Yan's heir courtyard. He Yan didn't approve, and finally discussed it with Rong Yang, found a mystic arts master to calculate, and opened up and expanded next to He Yan's courtyard to build two courtyards for the two little heirs.

After discussing, He Yan said: "This matter still needs to be discussed with Heir Rong."

The old madam and old Yan Guogong nodded: "Must discuss with Heir Rong."

He Yan held the little milk bun and stood up: "Rong Yang, I'll take you to see the location next to my courtyard."

The Yan Guogong's wife reached out: "Give the small one to me."

The little milk bun turned his head, hugging He Yan: "Father hold."

The Yan Guogong's wife laughed. He Yan held the little milk bun, led Rong Yang, and the little prince followed to the heir's courtyard. The Yan Guogong's wife thought for a while and followed to take a look.

Fubao walked around her courtyard, nothing was missing, couldn't find Rong Yang and the others, felt bored, and took the maids and old women back.

Rong Yang knew about it and didn't say anything. Rong Yang could make this decision.

He Yan didn't say anything either. Rong Yang could make this decision.