Chapter 405: Is Qin He Worthy?

Qin Bi handed the silver note back: "The Wang Fu's foundation is thin; you need not give it to me."

Rong Juan had no intention of taking it back. Seated before the desk, the man took a sip of tea and offered Qin Bi a suggestion: "The Wang Fu can spare this amount. You could take it to slap Qin He's face, telling her that she, Qin He, merely works for you, and that you can collect silver just by staying at home."

Qin Bi laughed; she had no interest in doing so.

Still, just thinking about it made her guess how frantic Qin He would be.

Rong Juan did not care whether Qin Bi slapped Qin He's face or not. One's personality cannot be changed; Qin Bi was simply like this, unlike Qin He, who pretended to be aloof and high-minded yet frequently opened her mouth to beg others for resources.

Talk of being aloof? Was Qin He even worthy? Rong Juan sneered.

All of Qin He's cultivation resources were obtained by simply opening her mouth and asking!

Rong Yuan trotted over, looking at the silver note, while Qin Bi put it away.

Rong Yuan asked, "Can this be used to build a courtyard for the Hou Fu?"

"What?" Qin Bi was confused: "Why build a courtyard for my maternal grandfather's family?"

"Mother's private room is small, and she shares a courtyard with Aunt Qin Han," Rong Yuan said in a milk-sweet voice. "I will live at my maternal grandfather's house often in the future. The courtyard where Mother lives is too small. Later, there will be a younger brother. When our whole family goes to my maternal grandfather's house to stay sometimes, the courtyard is very small."

Qin Bi and Rong Juan exchanged glances; both felt somewhat moved.

Rong Juan smiled; he had long intended to renovate the courtyard of the Fourth Branch of the Hou Fu: "Very well. Later, I will mention it to your maternal grandfather. Our whole family will go live at your maternal grandfather's house; it must be comfortable."

In this cultivation world, if a married daughter is favored in her natal home, her courtyard there will always be kept for her. She may live in her natal home whenever she wishes; this is also a form of blessing.

The reason Qin Bi often returned to her natal home was precisely this.

Let alone Qin He; that person would practically run straight to the Qin Yan Hou Fu with a single step. Since Qin He also opened shops to earn silver, the younger generation almost all fawned over her, and Qin He's courtyard was well-appointed.

Among the concubine-born daughters of the Hou Fu, the courtyard where Qin He lived was considered the best.

In previous years, the Fourth Branch had been neglected by Rong He Shizi and He He Shizi, with few opportunities to rise. Therefore, they could not compare to the Second Branch in prosperity, and naturally, the courtyards where the concubine-born daughters lived were smaller.

This matter could not be raised; raising it would invite retaliation.

Rong Juan absolutely would not bring it up. He He Shizi had neglected Qin Bi, yet Rong He Shizi himself did not necessarily treat Qin Bi well either. Now, Rong Juan would simply focus on expanding the courtyard of the Fourth Branch; he would provide the silver so the Fourth Branch would not spend much.

The next day, Rong He Shizi continued to his fiefdom to collect spirit vegetables.

After collecting all the spirit vegetables that were ready, the ones not yet matured continued to grow. No one knew why, but collecting spirit vegetables easily attracted weather changes. The sky grew gloomy for a day, followed by a fine, dense drizzle at night, and then light snow.

The Great Yan Emperor, the Chancellor, and the Ministers of the Six Ministries were all surprised.

"No wonder the child of the powerful minister's heir has not been born; our Great Yan has lost forty points of blessing value and luck value," the Chancellor said, stroking his beard. "The young heir plants vegetables, yet it brings about a light snow."

The Minister of Revenue nodded: "Young Heir Rong Yuan is blessed."

"It is just that the spirit vegetables are sold too expensively," the Minister of War grumbled. "Selling them leaf by leaf, leaf by leaf. I have never seen anyone sell vegetables like this. Even the immortal sects are not so calculating."

The Chancellor thought this was not strange. Rong He Shizi doted on his wife and children, allowing the Rong Shizifei and the young heir to do as they pleased. Naturally, their conduct seemed childish, but one could not fault Rong He Shizi for doting on them.

He He Shizi did not cherish her, yet the concubine-born daughter of the Hou Fu became the Rong Rong Shizifei. The ministers could understand that Rong He Shizi treated the Rong Shizifei like a pearl and a treasure.

The spirit vegetables were sold with great willfulness, yet the Minister of Works said, "Later, I will go buy some spirit vegetables too."

"Buy them quickly," the Minister of War said. "The spirit vegetables just harvested are very fresh, and their spiritual energy is pure. If they are stored for too long, the spiritual energy of the spirit vegetables will develop impurities."

Upon hearing this, the Minister of Works could not hold back. He informed the Great Yan Emperor and went out of the palace to Rong He Shizi's fiefdom. The Minister of Revenue thought for a moment, followed him, and also bought a cartload of spirit vegetables.

The Great Yan Emperor wished to generally raise the cultivation base of the Great Yan's cultivation families, so he summoned Rong Juan into the palace. Rong Juan held his young son; the little milk bun was a glutton, his tiny hands clutching a small pointed pepper and gnawing on it.

The Great Yan Emperor was stunned: "Is it not spicy?"

The little milk bun opened his small mouth: "Sss, it is so spicy."

The Great Yan Emperor loved spicy food. He reached out for the child's small pointed pepper: "Let your imperial uncle taste it."

The little milk bun was not stingy. He pulled a small pointed pepper from his pouch, extended his tiny hand toward the Great Yan Emperor, and offered it: "Taste it. It is delicious. All thanks to Rong Yuan and my older brother."

The Great Yan Emperor asked, "Are you not selling them?"

The little milk bun: "Not selling."

The Great Yan Emperor looked at Rong Juan, who said, "The spiritual energy in the chili peppers is somewhat higher and purer. After discussing with the Rong Shizifei, we decided to keep them for our own family to eat and not sell them."

The Great Yan Emperor took a bite of the small pointed pepper and pondered how to broach the subject with Rong Juan. Eh? The small pointed pepper was so fragrant in its spiciness; it was crisp and delicious, the spice making one's mouth water.

The Great Yan Emperor also coveted the small pointed peppers. After finishing the pepper, the Great Yan Emperor said, "Rong He Ai Qing, do not sell the spirit vegetables from your fiefdom to others; sell them to your colleagues instead. I will buy some too."

Rong Juan immediately understood the Great Yan Emperor's reasoning and nodded: "No problem. However, the chili peppers are not for sale."

Qin Bi very much liked the chili pepper field, as did Rong Yuan and Rong Yuan's brother. The mother and her children all cherished this spirit vegetable plot, so Rong Juan had no intention of moving it. Even the Great Yan Emperor could not; a ruler should not hinder his doting on his wife and children.

The Great Yan Emperor: "...He Ai Qing..."

Rong Juan said, "It is not easy for a subject to have a wife and children."

"Uh..." The words the Great Yan Emperor was about to say choked in his throat.

He feared that the two powerful minister heirs would use their wives and children as excuses. As long as they brought up their doting on their wives and children, the Great Yan Emperor would find it hard to open his mouth and ask for anything, especially regarding things the Rong Shizifei and the young heir loved to eat.

Could the Emperor possibly have the face to ask for such things???!!

The Great Yan Emperor smacked his lips; the fragrance of the chili peppers still lingered in his mouth. It was delicious. The Great Yan Emperor reached out to the little milk bun: "Imperial nephew, come, let your imperial uncle hold you."

The little milk bun's small body threw itself forward, and Rong Juan handed the child to the Great Yan Emperor.

The Chancellor finally caught Rong He Shizi and moved a stack of memorials over to him.

Rong Juan: "..."

Very well. He picked up his brush and began flipping through the memorials. Rong He Shizi started reviewing the memorials.

With a bit of coaxing here and there, the Great Yan Emperor managed to coax away all the small pointed peppers from the little milk bun's pouch. The little bun patted his small pouch: "They are all gone."

When he went out, his older brother had filled it for him.

The little milk bun's dark, bright eyes held a look of confusion. What was to be done?

The Great Yan Emperor said nothing. Since the small pointed peppers were not for sale to him, he could only coax the small pointed peppers from his imperial nephew's pouch. Boiled watermelon seeds were brought up, and the Great Yan Emperor peeled them for the child to eat. In a short while, the little milk bun forgot about the empty pouch.

The Chancellor and the Minister of War felt guilty; even the Great Yan Emperor giving the child a bag of boiled watermelon seeds did not make them feel pained anymore.