Chapter 406: Rong Chi Is a Little Money-Grubber

If it were in the past, the ministers would have been blowing their beards and staring.

The little milk bun was puzzled while eating the shelled boiled melon seeds, his dark, bright eyes filled with confusion. Today he was eating the spiritual melon seeds from the palace, so why was no one making a fuss? His little head couldn't figure it out.

Rong Juan glanced at his youngest son. The spiritual vegetables had been coaxed away! The Great Yan Emperor, supported by the Chancellor and the Ministers of the Six Ministries, hadn't suffered a loss, so naturally, no one said anything. The child had spiritual melon seeds to eat, and Rong Juan pretended not to see it.

The memorials couldn't be finished. Some military affairs needed the Rong Shizi, who was dressed in fine clothes and riding a fast horse, to review. The Great Yan Emperor just needed to guard the capital and enjoy his blessings, but Rong Shizi didn't want to go to the border either.

Rong Juan had a wife and children, and they were a delicate wife and young children. Rong Shizi didn't know how to pamper them enough, afraid they would melt if he held them in his palm. The border was bitterly cold, and Rong Shizi wouldn't let his wife and children follow him to the border.

In this way, he could only handle border military affairs in the capital.

In fact, ever since the Shizifei was pregnant with Rong Yang, Rong Shizi had thrown all the power to the Great Yan Emperor. He didn't want to do it anymore. Aren't Emperors always worried about powerful officials? He had handed over the military power, and Rong Shizi was focused on staying at home to accompany his wife and children.

Now it was good; the Great Yan Emperor was anxious, looking forward to Rong Shizi attending court every day.

The two powerful official Shizis were just right. Rong Shizi didn't want to do it anymore, so who would handle his military affairs? The Great Yan Emperor had suffered for the past year or two, reviewing all the memorials that belonged to Rong Shizi.

At this moment, the Great Yan Emperor was shelling melon seeds for the little milk bun while staring at Rong Shizi. Seeing Rong Shizi about to leave, he immediately ordered: "Fu Eunuch, bring the memorials for Rong Shizi."

Fu Eunuch immediately packed up the memorials. All the unreviewed memorials were brought along.

Rong Juan's face turned black. The Great Yan Emperor felt guilty. Fu Eunuch didn't know how to put this stack of memorials into Rong Shizi's hands. It was fine when he held the power, but now that Rong Shizi didn't even want the military power, it was unreasonable to still make him take the government affairs home to handle.

The Chancellor was clever. Who would review the military affairs that belonged to Rong Shizi!

The Chancellor took the memorials from Fu Eunuch's hands, smiled gently, and handed them to the little milk bun: "Come, Little Heir Apparent, take your family's things home."

The little milk bun was a little money-grubber. If you gave him things, he would want them. He took out his small storage bag.

Oh my, the eyes of the Great Yan Emperor and the Chancellor lit up. They hurriedly helped the child put the memorials into the storage bag.

Rong Juan: "......"

The little guy was a money-grubber. He would have to teach him later; he couldn't want everything.

Rong Yang had no choice but to attend court since he was small, and the little bun could already review a few memorials. This little one absolutely couldn't be taken to court. Reviewing memorials didn't require ability; the more Rong Shizi thought about it, the more he felt that both children shouldn't have to work so hard reviewing memorials.

They didn't need to know how to review memorials, but they had to recognize them; they couldn't just want them.

Rong Juan was not the Emperor of the previous life; he couldn't bring himself to throw the memorials to the Great Yan Emperor.

Holding the little milk bun out of the palace, the little milk bun had already accepted the memorials, so he would keep them.

Leaving the palace, they got into the carriage.

Rong Juan took a memorial out of the child's storage bag: "What is this?"

The little milk bun looked up: "Book."

"This is a memorial," Rong Juan said: "Don't want them next time."

"Why?" The little milk bun was still quite curious.

Rong Juan didn't answer the child. When they returned home, Qin Bi wasn't staring at the spiritual chicken seedlings anymore. She stood up to welcome them, took the little milk bun from Rong Shizi's hands, and chatted with the child.

The little milk bun took out a bag of boiled melon seeds and shared them with Qin Bi. Rong Juan gave them all to Qin Bi.

The little milk bun: "......"

Rong Juan took a memorial and put it into the child's hand, staring at it. Read it. Why want everything given to you? He had paved a smooth and comfortable path for him, yet he didn't walk it, insisting on taking the memorials.

Qin Bi was startled, held the little milk bun, and asked Rong Juan: "Can he understand it?"

Rong Juan said: "He wanted it when it was given to him, so let him hold it even if he doesn't understand."

If he looked at it enough, he would recognize that this was a memorial.

Qin Bi only paused for a moment before understanding that the little milk bun had brought the memorials back. The Chancellor and the Great Yan Emperor had no choice against Rong Shizi, so they dumped the memorials on the little milk bun.

Rong Juan didn't want his child to review memorials in the future; he wanted to pave a path for Rong Chi to be an idle prince.

The little milk bun was a little money-grubber, wanting everything. Rong Juan was teaching him a lesson.

The little milk bun Rong Chi didn't recognize what a memorial was at this moment. His little hands held the memorial, and his little head pressed against it, as if he were going to look for a flower. Father loved him, so what he gave him must be good things.

Imperial Uncle also gave him this. This one after another was so rare; it must be a good thing.

The little milk bun studied the memorial. Qin Bi wanted to laugh. In fact, the little milk bun didn't recognize many characters. Qin Bi, these two characters he recognized, Rong Juan he also recognized, Rong Yang the child also recognized, and probably these two characters He Yan.

The little milk bun was very attached to He Yan. Qin Bi felt that it was unlikely he didn't recognize the characters He Yan.

Knowing only these few characters, yet looking at the memorials? Qin Bi hummed, watching the child's joke. The little guy didn't understand anything. At first, he was curious holding the memorial, but slowly he became bored.

Rong Juan went to the fief, selling most of the spiritual vegetables to the ministers.

Qin Bi stayed at home to look after the children. As long as the child dropped the memorial, Qin Bi would catch it with quick eyes and hands, straighten it, and put it back into the child's hands, mocking the little milk bun: "Hold it, study it well. You brought it back, so you must look at it clearly."

The little milk bun held the memorial and looked at it again. Immediately, he turned his head: "Eat melon seeds."

"Eating melon seeds is not as good as the memorial," Qin Bi bullied the child: "Your father loves you so much, paving a flat and smooth path for you, being an idle prince is so blessed, yet you insist on dragging the memorials home. Cherish it, let you cherish it enough."

The little milk bun: "......"

Holding the memorial, the child widened his eyes and looked at it, flipped it over to look, nothing, looked at the other side, the pattern on the outside of the memorial was quite good-looking, the child studied it.

Qin Bi laughed uncontrollably, just liking to watch the child's confused little expression.

In the evening, Rong Shizi and Rong Yang returned from the fief, along with the Little Imperial Prince.

The Little Imperial Prince didn't leave, planning to eat and live at the Rong Wang Fu. He ran to the Heir Apparent's courtyard and saw Rong Chi holding the memorial. The Little Imperial Prince was stunned for a moment, then full of joy, another good seedling for reviewing memorials.

Dinner was rice steamed with spiritual rice, paired with spiritual vegetables, plus a spicy spiritual poultry duck.

The little milk bun raised his hand to throw the memorial, but Qin Bi caught it and put it back into his little hands: "Eat after you understand it. Your father paved a path for you, you don't understand how to walk it, but you can understand it by looking."

Rong Juan glanced at Qin Bi and said to Qin Bi: "I'll discuss it with He Shizi later. Rong Yang won't attend court in the future, nor will he review memorials. He Shizi and I will pave an idle and smooth path for the two children."

Would He Shizi be willing? It would be strange if he wasn't. One discussion and it would be done.

At this moment, the Little Imperial Prince went to the kitchen and didn't hear it. He didn't want to review memorials, so he couldn't let the people of the Imperial family hear it. If the powerful officials didn't work, the Great Yan Emperor wouldn't be idle. ===== CHAPTER 407 =====