Chapter 387: Is She Stupid?

"The Young Master's Consort of Xue Wang Fu claims her luck summoned the rain???????" the young prince asked, "Is she stupid??????"

Qin Lang said, "She isn't stupid; she's sharp. She takes whatever is good."

"The imperial family's luck, the Rong Wang Fu's luck, and the Yan Guogong Fu's luck are clear as day," the young prince said incredulously. "Cultivators can see it at a glance. How dare she claim her luck summoned it? How stupid."

Even though the young prince argued with reason and evidence about how stupid Qin He was, Qin Lang insisted, "She isn't stupid. All the cunning of our entire Qin Yan Hou Fu is concentrated on her. If luck improves, she claims it's hers. If you summon a rainstorm, she claims she summoned it. Even if you happen to collect something by good fortune, Qin He thinks it's because she benefited from it. This isn't stupidity; her concubine mother must have eaten something strange when giving birth to her. She's never satisfied with taking advantage."

Whether she was stupid or not, Qin Lang didn't know; anyway, Qin He reaped all the benefits.

Was this stupidity? Qin Lang was starting to doubt what stupidity even meant.

The young prince: "..."

Qin Bi summarized, "Stupid and greedy."

Qin He wasn't entirely stupid, but she didn't even make up a good excuse for stealing credit. She constantly claimed her max-level luck value was so powerful. Today, seeing the torrential rain summoned by luck, she stubbornly insisted it was her luck that summoned it.

Very greedy, indeed not smart.

Qin Lang spoke ironically, "She is still considered a great talent of Great Yan."

The young prince: "..."

He didn't like Qin He much. He hadn't had an impression of her before, but after Qin Lang said that, what kind of person was she!

Claiming anything good belongs to her? That sounds very annoying. Setting aside everything else, this rain summoned by luck—was it something you could steal from the imperial family's luck?!!

The young prince lifted his little foot and stomped down hard, "If anyone dares steal my credit, I'll stomp her to death."

"Ouch..." The farmland in the heavy rain was muddy and slippery. The young prince slipped underfoot and almost fell. Feeling he had lost face, he made an excuse, "Ahem, ahem, I didn't notice. The rain made the farmland soil muddy."

"Yes," Qin Lang said happily, "This time the ground is thoroughly soaked."

Hearing this, the young prince grinned broadly.

Seeing this, Qin Bi smiled on her bright face. She looked around for Rong Juan. Little Little Tuanzi didn't know where he had run off to plant vegetables; Qin Bi couldn't see Little Little Tuanzi in the rain.

"Where is Rong Juan?" Qin Bi asked Qin Lang.

Qin Lang turned and looked at the farmland in the rain. The Little Luck Little Tuanzi and the Little Five Grains Abundance Cloud were too powerful; one used luck to summon rain clouds, while the other showered down premium rain from the Five Grains Abundance.

They drenched everyone thoroughly.

Did everyone fear getting wet? Haha, let it rain as long as it wants.

Qin Lang didn't see Rong Juan, but he knew what Rong Juan was doing. He answered Qin Bi, "Sister, Rong Juan went to find a place to plant chili peppers. I'll go find him. I reckon the child should be by the Rong He Shizi's side."

Qin Bi was worried, "Go find Rong Juan."

Qin Lang walked quickly into the heavy rain and gradually disappeared from sight. The rain was too heavy; otherwise, Qin He's legitimate sister had walked around and barely seen the Qin Yan Hou Fu's Little Luck Little Tuanzi.

Rong Juan was indeed by the Rong He Shizi's side at this moment. When Qin Lang found him, he said, "Your mother didn't see you and is very worried."

Hearing this, Rong Juan ran to tell Rong Juan, then followed Qin Lang to find Qin Bi.

The child was so excited. The chili pepper seeds he had planted had sprouted and were growing rapidly; in a moment, they had several leaves. As the child walked with his little legs, Qin Lang saw this and picked the child up.

It wasn't just Little Little Tuanzi Rong Juan who was happy; even Qin Lang's heart was pounding with excitement.

Let alone Qin Tan and Lin Yao and the others. The scholars were so excited their hands shook while planting vegetables. It was raining, so no one noticed; those who didn't know might have thought these scholars were shaking the rain off their cabbages.

Shake, shake, shake, even shaking all the mud off the vegetables.

"If they grow like this, we can eat them soon," a scholar observed.

"Yes, they are growing too fast."

"No wonder someone is stealing credit; it's worth stealing."

"Yes, if it were me, I'd steal it too."

Someone chuckled, "Truly disgraceful."

"Hehe, if she knew it was shameful, she wouldn't come to steal credit. And 'max-level luck value' indeed."

"Without mentioning the max-level luck value, even fewer people would believe her."

The scholars and cultivators discussed while planting vegetables. At this moment, Qin He indeed felt somewhat guilty. Stealing credit with vague excuses was one thing, but this time it was a huge embarrassment. Her third uncle Qin Tan and the Qin He Shizi had both ignored her.

This was a massive loss of face. Qin He cared about her reputation and was aloof.

She couldn't be criticized. Qin He cared deeply about her reputation throughout the Hou Fu. As she pondered, Qin He and her group went to a tea house in the city. Her legitimate sister kept complaining that the rain was too heavy, completely carefree.

Qin He was dissatisfied and slightly turned down the corners of her mouth.

The tea house waiter served a pot of fine tea. Several women had different thoughts. Qin Han broke the strange atmosphere, "Is there nothing else? We didn't find anything on Spirit Plant Street. Let's drink the tea and go back."

After all that fuss, Qin Han felt annoyed.

She had always had face following Qin He, but this time, it was shameful. She had no mood for anything.

"Going back is fine," Qin He began to disparage the rain. Since it had nothing to do with her, Qin He disliked this rain, "Farmers like rain, but we don't farm, and going out is inconvenient."

A young lady with them said, "Then let's go back."

"However..." Qin He pondered.

Everyone looked at Qin He. However what?

Qin Bi sighed lightly, took the tea Qin Han had poured, took a small sip, and said, "In the luck that summoned this rain in the Rong He Shizi's fief, there was clearly the luck of the Qin Yan Hou Fu. It should have been mine. However, no one believes it. Forget it, let's just pretend this heavy rain wasn't summoned by my luck. I don't care. With my max-level luck value, I don't fight for such small fame and profit. However, when you return, do not mention this matter. After all, my third uncle and the Qin He Shizi do not support me. They don't think the luck is mine. I won't fight for it, so there's no need to bring it up."

Someone hesitated, "Was it really your luck?"

"Forget it," Qin He waved her hand, "I won't fight for it."

Hearing Qin He say this, the young ladies who had harbored doubts believed her a little more and couldn't help but sigh. If the Qin He Shizi had admitted it was Qin He's luck, they could have benefited too.

Setting aside everything else, the Rong He Shizi would definitely reward her.

However, thinking about it, none of the luck tuans seemed related to Qin He. This matter was quite a spectacle. After finishing the tea, the women stood up to leave.

Qin Bi reminded them again, "Do not mention the luck matter when you return."

The young ladies nodded and agreed. Qin Bi didn't quite believe them; her heart was unsettled. She feared this matter would spread to the Qin Yan Hou Fu and wondered how everyone would view her. Qin Bi didn't want people to call her shameless.

Activating the teleportation array, Qin Bi and the others left the Rong He Shizi's fief.