Chapter 351: None of Them Want to See Her Well

Times have changed; what does Qin He amount to now?

The Second Young Mistress did not want to send a servant to deliver a message.

"Just say that He Yan and Fu Bao have arrived," Qin He said in a tone implying her own importance.

The Second Young Mistress clicked her tongue. See? She still thinks she is the mistress of the Yan Marquis Prefecture. Now that the Yan Marquis Prefecture's heir has a child, Qin He's status is no longer the same as before.

Didn't Qin He understand after the banquet last time?

With Qin He so arrogant, the Second Young Mistress worried that Qin He's weight in the He Heir's heart remained unchanged, so she hesitated to decide not to pass the message. After all, over the years, Qin He and Fu Bao had received many good things from the Yan Marquis Prefecture.

Just for these reasons, Qin He and Fu Bao still held considerable weight.

The destructive power of a white moonlight cannot be underestimated. The Second Young Mistress gave the order: "Go and ask."

After the maid left, the Second Young Mistress invited Qin He to drink tea. There were fruits on the table. Fu Bao leaned over to look, picked a very red fruit, and ate it. Actually, what Fu Bao wanted most was a spirit fruit, but there were none.

In the past, when Fu Bao came, she could eat spirit fruits. Ever since Rong Juan arrived, Fu Bao had not eaten a single spirit fruit. Fu Bao was indignant; she hated Rong Juan, daring to compete with her.

The Second Young Mistress kept her company and talked with Qin He.

The maid went to the heir's courtyard. He Yan was holding a little dumpling in his arms in the study, meeting with advisors to discuss court affairs.

The Rong heir often held the little dumpling while meeting with advisors. The child continued to eat, eat, eat. While discussing matters with the advisors, He Yan peeled melon seeds for the little dumpling; if he didn't peel them, the little one would throw a tantrum.

Rong Juan was writing calligraphy copies on the side, holding the brush with proper form.

He Yan glanced over occasionally, offering a few words of guidance, then fed another melon seed to the little dumpling. The He Heir spoke gently, full of patience. The advisors exchanged a glance, clearly understanding that the status of young Heir Rong Juan was no different from that of young Heir Rong Juan.

The little prince peeled melon seeds on the side, eating and drinking at their expense. What a good life.

The little prince didn't eat for free; he knew how to coax children. The little dumpling also loved a lively atmosphere, chattering away. So the little prince had to coax the little dumpling in He Yan's arms to prevent the child from making a scene.

When the maid arrived, she was stopped by a young attendant.

The maid explained her purpose. He thought that since Qin He and Fu Bao had arrived, the He Heir would personally inquire. Instead, the young attendant told her to wait outside the study and went to report.

"Heir," the young attendant said, "the Xue Heir's wife and Fu Bao have arrived."

He Yan's expression remained indifferent: "No time. I will not see them."

The little dumpling also said, "No time."

The advisors: "..."

Who would have thought that the Rong heir's son was a little chatterbox?

The young attendant withdrew. As the heir was holding a meeting, the attendant dared not disturb him. He exited the study and relayed He Yan's words to the maid in the front courtyard. The maid intended to rush forward to report to the Second Young Mistress but was called back by the young attendant.

"What do the Xue Heir's wife and Fu Bao want?" the young attendant asked. "Didn't Fu Bao just leave?"

The maid sighed: "Ah, don't mention it. She says Fu Bao was hit by young Heir Rong Juan and has come to demand an explanation."

"Nonsense." They did hit each other, but how much could it hurt when children play? The young attendant got angry: "Fabricating facts. It is common for children to bump into each other while playing. How has it turned into hitting little Princess Fu Bao?"

"This..." the maid asked, "Should we have the Second Young Mistress send them away?"

"The heir is busy. He has no time to see anyone today. He can barely keep an eye on the children; where would he find time to see others?" The young attendant had followed the He Heir since childhood and naturally knew how to handle this. He said, "Let the Second Young Mistress decide. Please trouble the Second Young Mistress to send them away."

The maid hesitated, saying, "The Xue Heir's wife has a relationship with our heir. If we send them away, will the heir be displeased? Besides, Fu Bao was raised as the legitimate young lady of the Yan Marquis Prefecture."

Whether as the heir's white moonlight Qin He, or as Fu Bao raised as the legitimate young lady of the Yan Marquis Prefecture, neither could be casually dismissed. The maid worried the Second Young Mistress's handling of the matter would not satisfy the heir.

The young attendant shrugged: "The heir has no time."

The maid returned to report. In the living room, Qin He stopped talking, stood up, and prepared to see the He Heir. As long as she, Qin He, came, the He Heir would surely see her; delivering a message was superfluous.

The maid could not stop her and reported to the Second Young Mistress: "Second Young Mistress, the heir is holding a meeting with advisors and has no time to receive guests."

The Second Young Mistress calculated in her mind: Qin He's status is no longer what it was. Fu Bao certainly cannot compare to Rong Juan. Not to mention the Yan Marquis Prefecture heir, even the Yan Marquis himself prioritizes Rong Juan.

The Second Young Mistress looked at Qin He: "Xue Heir's wife, perhaps you should come another day?"

These words were a clear dismissal.

Qin He was stunned. Unhappy, she glanced suspiciously at the maid. She did not believe the He Heir had no time to see her; someone must be interfering, deliberately preventing her from seeing the He Heir.

Qin He's eyes sharpened, and she secretly hated them all. None of them wanted to see her well; they were jealous of her.

"Did you say that He Yan and Fu Bao have arrived?" Qin He asked the maid, staring at her sternly.

"Yes, I did," the maid replied.

"Fu Bao has arrived. No matter how busy the He Heir is, he will see her. You definitely did not deliver the message." Qin He did not trust her and showed no intention of leaving. She ordered the maid: "Go deliver the message again. I do not believe the He Heir will refuse to see He Yan and Fu Bao. Tell the He Heir personally that we have arrived. Do not have someone else deliver the message; telling the He Heir's young attendant is fine too."

The maid said, "It was the heir's young attendant who told me. The heir has no time."

Qin He was angry. Would she believe such words? Someone must be acting hypocritically, failing to deliver the message to the He Heir. If the He Heir knew that He Yan and Fu Bao had arrived, there would be no need for anyone to deliver a message; the He Heir would have come over long ago.

"Where is the He Heir?" Qin He stepped forward: "I will go find him myself."

The Second Young Mistress did not stop her. The maid led Qin He and Fu Bao to the heir's courtyard, but they were stopped by guards. The He Heir had forbidden entry; Qin He and Fu Bao could not enter the courtyard at all.

Qin He was furious: "You dare? How dare you stop me? I am the Xue Heir's wife. If the He Heir knew you stopped me and a legitimate young lady, he would certainly not spare you."

The guard stood still and did not argue with Qin He.

The young attendant entered the study to report: "Qin He and Fu Bao are making a scene outside the heir's courtyard, demanding to see the heir."

Before He Yan could say anything, Rong Juan said, "Just say my father is busy and tell them to wait."

He Yan said nothing, and the young attendant withdrew.

The guard received the message and told Qin He: "Xue Heir's wife, please wait. Our heir will see you once he finishes his work."

They waited for more than an hour. Qin He's legs went numb from standing. Fu Bao made a fuss about leaving. With no other choice, Qin He took Fu Bao to find the Yan Marquis's wife to demand an explanation.

The Yan Marquis's wife said, "Qin He, are you really making a fuss over children playing?"

"How can it be me making a fuss?" Qin He cried out. "My Fu Bao was hit!"

The Yan Marquis's wife sighed: "What do you want to do?"

"Let Rong Juan apologize to Fu Bao," Qin He demanded.