Chapter 390

Fu Bao raised her head, opened her mouth, and cried: "I, I explained, but they didn't listen to me."

Qin He was angry: "How can they be like this!"

The Xue Prince Consort didn't completely believe Fu Bao's words. She understood her own child; she had been spoiled by Qin He to be somewhat overbearing. No matter what it was, she had to have the most.

"Did you really not pinch the little Heir Apparent Rong Chi?" The Xue Prince Consort stared at Fu Bao and asked suspiciously.

"I didn't," Fu Bao felt the suspicion and shouted very loudly.

Qin He also wasn't sure if Fu Bao had pinched Rong Chi. Fu Bao indeed didn't have bad intentions, but sometimes she would hit her younger brother, and she was imprudent. Scolding her several times was useless.

Qin He looked at the maid who followed: "You tell me, what is the situation?"

"We were all in the living room," the maid lowered her head and said: "This servant was waiting outside, I don't know what the situation was in the living room."

Qin He was completely clueless. Before, her maids and guards could go to the Yan Duke Manor at will and could follow her all the time, but since when did the maids not be able to follow?

Qin He gripped her handkerchief tightly. This was not allowed. If it weren't for the Heir Apparent He's fate of being a wife-killer and childless, everything in the Yan Duke Manor should have been hers. She was the mistress of the Yan Duke Manor.

Qin Bi and her son wanted to squeeze out her influence; absolutely not.

"Fu Bao," Qin He squatted down, raised her head, and looked at Fu Bao, saying seriously: "Tell Mother the truth, did you pinch Rong Chi? Coming back crying like this, being told you bullied a child, your reputation is not good."

"I didn't, I didn't..." Fu Bao cried loudly, shouting: "Even Mother doesn't believe me. I don't like you anymore. You are all bad people. Why frame me?"

Qin He didn't feel good inside and followed suit, feeling uncomfortable.

Qin He wiped her tears and also coaxed Fu Bao.

"Enough," the Xue Prince Consort couldn't watch anymore. What are these people making a fuss about? Crying for her to see? The Xue Prince Consort said: "Since Fu Bao says she didn't pinch the little Heir Apparent Rong Chi, you take Fu Bao to the Yan Duke Manor to ask for an explanation."

Qin He hesitated: "Mother should go."

The Xue Prince Consort glared at Qin He in frustration: "You follow and go together."

The Xue Prince Consort took Qin He and Fu Bao to the Yan Duke Manor. The Yan Duke's wife was meeting guests in the side hall. The maid served tea. Fu Bao was sobbing, and Qin He stopped speaking several times, her face full of anger.

The Xue Prince Consort was very composed, drank a cup of tea, and then put it down and said: "Duke's wife, Fu Bao came to your Yan Duke Manor once and went home crying, saying she was framed. What is going on?"

Qin He immediately pulled the sobbing Fu Bao and said: "Our Fu Bao has never suffered such a great grievance since she was small. Look at the child crying, out of breath. Doesn't the Yan Duke's wife feel sorry for her? Fu Bao is a child who grew up by your side since she was small. How is she any different from your own granddaughter?"

Compared to the two who came later, Fu Bao was the most intimate.

The Yan Duke's wife drank tea slowly, took a small sip, and raised her eyes: "It's not a big deal. Children were playing, and Fu Bao was imprudent, pinching our Rong Chi's little face."

The Xue Prince Consort nodded: "Children playing is indeed imprudent, but Fu Bao says she didn't pinch the little Heir Apparent Rong Chi. Perhaps there is some misunderstanding here. A child of a few months is prone to scratching their own little face."

The Yan Duke's wife nodded: "Perhaps."

"That little green tea didn't even have a red face," Fu Bao shouted: "He deliberately framed me."

The Xue Prince Consort scolded: "Fu Bao, shut up."

"Mother," Qin He pulled Fu Bao and immediately protected her: "Mother, don't scare the child."

Shameless thing, the Xue Prince Consort cursed inwardly.

Sure enough, the Yan Duke's wife had already sunk her face: "Xue Prince Consort, Fu Bao is the Xue Prince Manor's little Little Junzhu after all. How can she call another child a little green tea? Is this the upbringing of your Xue Prince Manor? In this case, I have to suspect that Fu Bao pinched Rong Chi."

A noble young lady who speaks without thinking is not even as good as a child from an ordinary family.

The Xue Prince Consort came from a prominent family and was flushed with shame from the accusation. Suppressing the anger in her heart, the Xue Prince Consort said: "Fu Bao is a straightforward child and has no bad intentions. Yan Duke's wife, Fu Bao is our own child. Where I cannot take care of her, please give her some guidance."

The Yan Duke's wife was about to speak, but the Xue Prince Consort snatched the lead: "No matter what, Fu Bao was raised as the Yan Duke Manor's legitimate young lady, and can be considered your own granddaughter, Yan Duke's wife."

The Xue Prince Consort stood up and said: "Leave Fu Bao here. Whether to punish or fine her is entirely up to the Yan Duke's wife. My Xue Prince Manor absolutely has no second words. Since she is the Yan Duke Manor's legitimate young lady, then follow the Yan Duke Manor's rules."

Without waiting for the Yan Duke's wife to say anything, the Xue Prince Consort stood up and left.

Leaving Fu Bao to the Yan Duke Manor, Fu Bao would still be the Yan Duke Manor's legitimate young lady. If they parted on bad terms like this, Fu Bao might be kicked out of the Yan Duke Manor and wouldn't even count as an ordinary relative.

The Xue Prince Consort would never allow this situation to happen. Over the years, she and the Xue Prince knew how many benefits they had gained. This fortune and blessing must be grasped tightly; if they weren't careful, they would be thrown off by the Yan Duke Manor.

The Xue Prince Consort couldn't see that the Heir Apparent He still had some care for Qin He, but she could see that the Yan Duke Manor wanted to throw off the Xue Prince Manor. Today was just an excuse to make a fuss.

Was she, the dignified Xue Prince Consort, a vegetarian?

Hehe, the Xue Prince Consort turned to the hesitant Qin He and said: "Let's go. Fu Bao is the Yan Duke Manor's legitimate young lady and has been raised in the Yan Duke Manor since she was small, receiving all the pampering. Are you, this mother, still not at ease?"

The Yan Duke's wife was anxious and took the opportunity to say: "My manor has things to do these few days. Xue Prince Consort should take Fu Bao back."

Qin He also looked at the Xue Prince Consort in a dilemma and said: "Fu Bao is still crying."

The Xue Prince Consort wished she could gouge Qin He with her eyes. Her eyes turned cold, and she turned and walked away, not giving the Yan Duke's wife any chance to continue speaking. Qin He looked back at Fu Bao and had no choice but to follow the Xue Prince Consort.

When Qin He arrived close, the Xue Prince Consort caught her and grabbed Qin He: "Fu Bao has the Yan Duke's wife to teach her, so you can rest assured. You, you are just too doting on the child."

Qin He felt pain in her hand, and then she raised her eyes to meet the Xue Prince Consort's gaze, shocked in her heart.

The Xue Prince Consort's eyes carried cold light. She was afraid to show too much, fearing the Yan Duke's wife would see, so the Xue Prince Consort only glared threateningly and then restored her usual dignified smile.

"If you are not at ease, take her back quickly," the Yan Duke's wife followed, ordering people to bring Fu Bao.

Fu Bao was a bit dumbfounded, following the Yan Duke's wife all the way outside the manor. The Xue Prince Consort had a decent smile on her face, but she never let go of Qin He's hand, pulling Qin He into the carriage.

"Yan Duke's wife," the Xue Prince Consort said to the Yan Duke's wife through the carriage curtain lifted by the old woman: "We are not outsiders, no need to see us off. Return to the manor."