Chapter 392: The Princess of the Heir Is Definitely a White Lotus

Fu Bao called out, "Grandmother."

The Duchess of Yan softened her expression. "You are a good child, but you must grow up. Your biological grandmother is the Princess of Xue; surely you won't mistake that? My grandson is Rong Juan. In the future, the Yan Duke's Manor will be his. The resources of the Yan Duke's Manor will prioritize Rong Juan. Your cultivation resources should come from your father, the Prince of Xue, not from our Yan Duke's Manor."

Qin He looked serious. "Rong Juan came later. Fu Bao is the legitimate daughter of the Yan Duke. Besides, there is Rong Chi. He is not He He Shizi's child, so why can he receive the cultivation resources collected by He He Shizi?"

The Duchess of Yan's face grew cold. "Princess of Xue, kick Fu Bao out. Bringing a child from outside to raise for you, would you be willing to give all your cultivation resources to a child you are raising?"

"How is that possible?" Qin He cried. "I have my own child. Why should I raise someone else's child?"

There you have it. The Duchess of Yan sneered. Qin He herself wouldn't be willing to raise someone else's child.

On what grounds could she demand that He Yan, or even the entire Yan Duke's Manor, dote on her child?

The Princess of Xue wanted to say more, but opened her mouth only to be shut down by Qin He. Indeed, if Qin He wasn't willing to raise someone else's child, how could the Yan Duke's Manor raise Fu Bao while Rong Juan was present?

Besides, Qin He's entitled attitude made the Princess of Xue angry, let alone the Duchess of Yan.

Is it yours, or do you owe it?

The Duchess of Yan was indeed furious. If it weren't for the engagement between He Yan and Qin He back then, they would have had no connection. For so many years, how much cultivation resources had Qin He taken from He Yan? Yet she was still not satisfied.

Mother, raising you, raising your child. It never ends.

"Qin He, know when to stop," the Duchess of Yan said.

Know when to stop. Let everyone part on good terms and keep some dignity.

"Aunt," Qin He asked, confused. "What do you mean? Where did I go wrong? Fu Bao is young; cultivation requires resources right now. Is He He Shizi going to abandon her?"

The Duchess of Yan felt she was talking to a wall. Frowning, she asked, "Do you not understand human speech? Fu Bao is the Prince of Xue's child. Do you and your child intend to cling to our Yan Duke's Manor for the rest of your lives?"

"You, you..." Qin He was so angry her forehead throbbed. "Why must you humiliate people like this?"

The Duchess of Yan swept her sleeve. "You brought this humiliation upon yourself. Who is to blame?"

Qin He wanted to argue further, but the Duchess of Yan turned and left.

Saying one more word would make the Duchess of Yan angry. He Yan had no children. Out of consideration for his past with Qin He, raising Fu Bao cost only a few beast crystals. Now that they stopped, Qin He acted as if others owed her. Who is she trying to impress?

Thus, both sides were angry.

The Princess of Xue was too lazy to deal with Qin He. This Princess of the Heir was definitely a white lotus.

When noble ladies of great families spar, they argue by reason and play with schemes. Yet this Princess of the Heir, Qin He, had no reason at all. She simply believed it was right for others to raise Fu Bao.

The Prince of Xue's Manor's plan was not to cut ties but to cling to the Yan Duke's Manor. Of course, they needed to use some tact to coax them. Damn it, you just bluntly demand people raise your child as if they owe you!

Do you know how to scam people? Mother.

Both the Princess of Xue and the Duchess of Yan were angered by Qin He. Noble matriarchs had never seen anyone like this.

When the Duchess of Yan returned and reported this, He He Shizi only paused, his expression indifferent. He held a spirit fruit in his hand. Little Little Tuanzi knew how to enjoy life; instead of holding the spirit fruit himself, he lay on top of the little spirit bag and gnawed on it.

At this moment in Rong He Shizi's fiefdom, various vegetables were breaking through the soil in succession. They received rain falling from the Cloud of Abundant Harvest and the spiritual energy within the fortune, absorbing moisture.

Qin Tan looked excited. "These are all spirit vegetables..."

The scholars bent down to observe. "It's true!"

"This, this, this rain..." the old man exclaimed. "This is extraordinary."

A cultivator asked Lin Yao, "Can we dig up a bit of your soil?"

Lin Yao, Qin Tan, and the Prince of Qin watched the rain fall from near to far. Digging at their feet was absolutely impossible; the spirit vegetables had already filled the ground. Digging was strictly forbidden. What about further away? The areas where the small Cloud of Abundant Harvest did not rain could be dug.

The cultivator looked and said, "There is no rain from that palm-sized cloud cluster over there."

"Then there is no way," Lin Yao said, shrugging.

The cultivator: "..."

Seeing the sea of spirit vegetables, they were envious. Not even a bit of soil was allowed to be dug. It made their hearts ache.

Near dusk, the fortune gradually faded. The small fortune group took off their small bundle and scattered a handful of small fortune onto a patch of vegetable land. Good heavens, everyone watched in shock as the spiritual energy of a patch of chili peppers blazed brightly.

The crowd was so surprised their jaws dropped. Rong He Shizi glanced at Guard Yan.

Guard Yan immediately led his team to protect a patch of chili peppers. As the imperial fortune and the fortune of the powerful minister departed, the small fortune group of the Marquis of Qin Yan's Manor handed the small Cloud of Abundant Harvest to Qin Lang and left as well.

As the fortune departed, the rain ceased.

Looking again at the fifty mu of land planted with vegetables, oh my heavens, the fast-growing ones would be ready to dig and eat in another three to five days. The Chinese cabbages were emerald green, including crystal-like cabbages and varieties with many leaves.

There were several types of radishes, all grown enough to eat.

Only the chili peppers were slightly unripe. Many pointed chili peppers grew on the plants, green and not yet red. They could be eaten, or they could grow a bit longer. In half a day, the spirit vegetables on the fifty mu of land had matured.

Everyone's eyes were too busy to keep up. They were delighted yet dazzled.

Amidst the scholars' joy, there was a hint of disappointment. These were not their fields. Such wonderful spirit vegetables were so fresh, yet they couldn't eat them. Since they couldn't eat them, they would just look more. The more they looked, the more precious they seemed.

Rong Juan removed the defensive shield condensed by Lin Yao and draped a cloak over Qin Bi. "It's getting cool."

Qin Bi nodded. "Mm."

The young prince also ran off to look at the spirit vegetables. This was his achievement; eating a vegetable should be fine, right? The young prince ran back to ask Qin Bi, while Rong Juan draped a small cape over Rong Yang.

A one-year-old child is hard to keep still.

"Princess of the Heir," the young prince asked, "can I dig up one spirit vegetable to eat?"

Qin Bi glanced at Rong Juan. Rong He Shizi said nothing.

Qin Bi made the decision. She called Lin Yao and her third uncle, Qin Tan. "Lin Yao, everyone who helped today can have one vegetable. If it is coriander, give them a bunch."

"The Princess of the Heir is generous," Lin Yao said, immediately going to handle it.

Qin Bi then said to Qin Tan, "Third Uncle, your county office contributed greatly. How about this? I will give you a cart of Chinese cabbage and radishes. Just one cart. Fill it however you like. It is a gift for your county office."

Qin Tan was an appointed county magistrate with an assistant county magistrate under him. This cart of spirit vegetables did not require high spiritual energy, yet it was enough for Qin Tan to win people's hearts. Qin Tan glanced at Qin Bi in surprise but did not stand on ceremony.

Several thousand men under Rong He Shizi protected the fifty mu of vegetable land.