Chapter 382: Following the Emperor's Fortune

Lin Yao quickly condensed a protective shield to keep Qin Bi, the young prince, and Rong Juan from getting soaked.

These few are extremely precious.

Qin Bi was not precious originally; she was merely a concubine-born daughter of Marquis Qin Yan's Hou Fu. But after marrying their young master, she became incomparably precious. Besides, the one who bore the young heir is undoubtedly the Rong Rong Shizifei.

After condensing a protective shield, Lin Yao stood in the rain curtain, his eyes startlingly bright.

Standing in the rain, Lin Yao felt the bean-sized raindrops pouring down, bringing rare rainfall to the fiefdom. The young prince was so anxious he nearly bounced up; he wanted to get soaked, he wanted to stand in the rain.

Lin Yao, the number one strategist of Rong Wang Fu, stood in the rain, overjoyed and excited, while the young prince couldn't get a chance to get soaked.

"I don't need a protective shield, I don't need a protective shield," the young prince shouted. He dared not move, so he could only yell: "It's finally raining, and you put up a shield to block the rain? That's not fair."

Rong Juan also spoke in a milk-voice, waving his small hands and shouting, "Take it down, take it down."

Guard Yan held Rong Juan motionless. If he weren't holding the young master, he would have already gone into the rain to feel its essence. Guard Yan looked up at the sky, where dark, rolling clouds gathered.

Let it rain; the fiefdom is short on water.

Guard Yan felt excitement mixed with complexity; such heavy rain was truly rare! He only hoped it would soak the fertile fields thoroughly, yet worried it might stop after a while.

Qin Bi was also delighted but hurriedly stopped the two children: "You can't get soaked; you might catch a cold."

"I'm not afraid of catching a cold," the young prince waved his hand: "Take it down."

The young prince's momentum was fully charged.

Qin Bi disagreed. With a torrential downpour falling from the sky, the children kept shouting, creating chaos. The thunder's momentum was intimidating, and everything in sight looked like night.

The entire scene was a continuous rain curtain, the rain so dense it was unbelievable. The sheer intensity of this downpour lifted everyone's spirits; mere excitement could overwhelm a person.

The children laughed so hard their mouths wouldn't close, smiling like blooming flowers.

Qin Bi still couldn't empathize with this cultivation world's longing for rain.

She only worried about the children catching a cold, yet the children were desperate, still daring not to move a step, fearing the suddenly formed magic array might scatter and the heavy rain would vanish with it.

If that happened, the young prince would cry himself to death.

In the city of the fiefdom, the rain fell as well. Children and women ran out of their homes. Men, women, old, and young all felt the rain falling on them with surprise, while the children cheered and jumped for joy.

"Sister Qin He," Qin He's legitimate younger sister excitedly pulled Qin He: "Two powerful ministers' young masters are blessing you. Your max-level luck value has never been revealed, and people still didn't believe it. Look, as soon as you arrived at Rong He Shizi's fiefdom, such a huge rainstorm came. This is truly max-level luck."

"Qin He." Qin Han and several other women were also surprised and delighted. Qin Han walked up close to Qin He and said excitedly, "I don't know what your luck value is, but it's amazing."

Qin He pretended to ponder, then flicked her sleeve, clasped her hands behind her back, and said proudly: "My luck value is naturally max-level. Let's see if anyone still doubts my max-level luck."

Qin He's legitimate younger sister hurriedly promoted Qin He's reputation, shouting to the cultivators and commoners on the street: "This rain was brought by Xue Wang Fu's Rong Shizifei Qin He. You must be grateful to my sister Qin He. Without her coming to Rong He Shizi's fiefdom today, such a huge rainstorm would not have come."

She had mentioned it just once before, and now she mentioned it again, so some people grew resentful.

The children looked around curiously. With the rain falling, visibility was poor, and it was like night, yet everyone's eyes were startlingly bright, utterly overwhelmed by excitement over this rain.

"How much luck value does one need to summon such a heavy rain?" A young scholar stepped forward, glancing at Qin He and her group: "Xue He Shizi's wife, you cannot claim credit falsely. You came to the fiefdom, and so did we. Why say it's your luck?"

Qin He immediately replied: "I have max-level luck."

Since returning from the small space in the beast realm last time, people had doubted her max-level luck. Qin He felt deeply aggrieved and resentful. Now that this rain had fallen, she would have something to talk about when she returned.

Let's see who still doubts her max-level luck.

Compared to summoning rain, rain brought by luck is even more impressive and convincing.

After declaring her max-level luck, Qin He felt her back straighten. She no longer minded standing in the rain. Her legitimate sister also proudly lifted her chin, her tail practically wagging to the sky.

Qin Han also looked as if she shared in the glory; following such a Qin He was very face-saving.

The scholar and his few cultivator friends examined Qin He from head to toe, seeing no sign of max-level luck, though they had heard a bit about a lucky treasure from Xue Wang Fu.

"Is she the mother of the two lucky treasures born with auspicious clouds?" the young scholar asked.

"Yes," Qin He declared proudly: "The first-rank little princess lucky treasure is my child."

Several scholars huddled together, whispering: "She swallowed children born with auspicious clouds. Perhaps this Xue He Shizi's wife also benefited from the blessings of auspicious clouds and truly has some luck."

"Hiss, could it really be her who brought this rain?"

The scholars frowned, took a deep breath, and hesitated to conclude. Looking down, they saw the rain on the ground; the dry ground had become wet, bringing the moisture everyone loved.

Green wild vegetables and grass sprouted along the bluestone road, soaked by the rain, releasing the scent of earth and plants.

The scholars looked up at the rolling dark clouds and suddenly noticed fortune swirling in the sky. The scholars and cultivators immediately perked up, squinting to observe. They saw the fortune of Yan Guogong Fu and Rong Wang Fu following closely behind the Emperor's fortune.

The fortune was not abundant, but it arrived with the rain.

The scholars' eyes immediately narrowed, their tearful eyes red with excitement: "Emperor's fortune, Emperor's fortune! It is the imperial clan's fortune of our Great Yan and the powerful ministers' fortune that brought this rain."

"Yes," another scholar wept with joy: "It is the Emperor's fortune."

The bitterness and joy within this were indescribable. Great Yan's fortune and luck values had always been forty points lower than those of Great Chu and Rong Di. With the same forty-point deficit, the imperial clan's fortune was weak, making it difficult for imperial descendants to summon rain.

After so many years, an old man shed tears: "The fortune and luck our Great Yan lacked have returned. The fortune of Rong Wang Fu and Yan Guogong Fu follows the Emperor's fortune. This rain has come at the right time."

The commoners of the fiefdom were excited: "Rong He Shizi's fiefdom, the fortune of Rong Wang Fu has also arrived."

"And the fortune of Yan Guogong Fu," someone added.

"Powerful ministers follow the Emperor," a fiefdom official came onto the street, looked up, and said: "Impressive."

Qin He's legitimate younger sister was stunned. She couldn't tell which family's fortune it was, so she whispered: "This was brought by Sister Qin He's fortune."