Chapter 406: Rong Chi is a Little Money-Lover

In the past, the ministers would have been blowing their beards and glaring in anger.

The little milk bun, eating peeled boiled melon seeds, felt puzzled, his bright black eyes filled with confusion; today he was eating the spiritual melon seeds from the palace, so why was no one nagging? His small head couldn't figure it out.

Rong Juan glanced at his younger son; the spiritual vegetables had been coaxed away! The Great Yan Emperor, supported by the Prime Minister and the six Ministers, had suffered no loss, so naturally no one spoke up. The child had spiritual melon seeds to eat, and Rong Juan pretended not to see.

The memorials were endless to approve; some military affairs required the approval of Rong He Shizi, the young master in fine clothes and angry horses, while the Great Yan Emperor only needed to guard Jingcheng and enjoy his life. Yet Rong He Shizi did not want to go to the border either.

Rong Juan had a wife and children, and they were a delicate wife and young son. Rong He Shizi doted on them so much he didn't know how; he held them in his palms for fear they might melt. The border was bitterly cold, so Rong He Shizi would never let his wife and children follow him there.

Thus, he could only handle border military affairs in Jingcheng.

In fact, since his wife became pregnant with Rong Chi, Rong He Shizi had handed over all major power to the Great Yan Emperor. The man refused to work; wasn't it true that emperors never trusted powerful ministers? He had handed over military power, and Rong He Shizi was now wholeheartedly staying home to accompany his wife and children.

Now things were perfect; the Great Yan Emperor was anxious, hoping every day for Rong He Shizi to attend court.

Two powerful ministers were just right; if Rong He Shizi refused to work, who would handle his military affairs? The Great Yan Emperor had suffered over the past year or two, approving all the memorials that belonged to Rong He Shizi.

At this moment, while peeling melon seeds for the little milk bun, the Great Yan Emperor kept an eye on Rong He Shizi. Seeing Rong He Shizi about to leave, he immediately ordered, "Eunuch Fu, take the memorials to Rong He Shizi."

Eunuch Fu immediately gathered the memorials, taking all the ones that had not yet been approved.

Rong Juan's face turned black, the Great Yan Emperor felt guilty, and Eunuch Fu didn't know how to place that stack of memorials into Rong He Shizi's hands. With great power in hand, it was one thing, but since Rong He Shizi had already refused military power, asking him to take court affairs home to handle was unreasonable.

The Prime Minister was shrewd; regarding Rong He Shizi's military affairs, who else would approve them for him!

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

The little milk bun was a little money-lover; if you gave him something, he would take it. He took out his small storage bag.

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

Rong Juan: "..."

The little fellow is a money-lover; I must teach him later that he cannot take everything.

Rong Chi attending court since childhood was no longer possible; the little bun could now approve a few memorials. This younger one absolutely could not be taken to court. Approving memorials didn't even require skill. The more Rong He Shizi thought about it, the more he felt it was wrong for both children to suffer approving memorials.

He doesn't need to know how to approve memorials, but he must recognize them; he cannot just take them.

Rong Juan was not the emperor of the previous life; he could not lower his face and throw the memorials at the Great Yan Emperor.

Carrying the little milk bun out of the palace, the child had already accepted the memorials. Just keep them.

They left the palace and boarded the carriage.

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

The little milk bun looked up: "Book."

"This is a memorial," Rong Juan said. "Do not take them next time."

"Why?" The little milk bun still thought it was quite precious.

Rong Juan did not answer the child. When they arrived home, Qin Bi was no longer watching the spiritual plant chicks. She stood up to welcome them, took the little milk bun from Rong He Shizi's hands, and chattered with the child.

The little milk bun took out a packet of boiled melon seeds to share with Qin Bi; Rong Juan gave them all to Qin Bi.

The little milk bun: "..."

Rong Juan took a memorial and placed it in the child's hands. "Stare at it. When you understand it, you can eat. You take everything given to you. Instead of walking the comfortable path I paved for you, you insist on taking memorials."

Qin Bi was stunned. Holding the little milk bun, she asked Rong Juan, "Can he understand it?"

Rong Juan said, "If you give it to him, he takes it. Even if he doesn't understand, tell him to keep it."

After seeing it many times, he will recognize that it is a memorial.

Qin Bi only paused for a moment before understanding that the little milk bun had brought back the memorials. The Prime Minister and the Great Yan Emperor were helpless against Rong He Shizi, so they had dumped all the memorials on the little milk bun.

Rong Juan did not want the child to approve memorials in the future; he wanted to pave a path of leisure for Rong Chi as a prince.

The little milk bun, Rong Chi, was a little money-lover who wanted everything. Rong Juan was teaching him a lesson.

At this moment, the little milk bun, Rong Chi, did not recognize what a memorial was at all. His small hands held it, he opened the memorial, and pressed his small head against it, as if trying to see a flower bloom. His father doted on him; whatever he gave must be good things.

His Imperial Uncle also gave him this. Since each one was so precious, they must be good things.

The little milk bun studied the memorial. Qin Bi wanted to laugh. Actually, the little milk bun recognized only a few characters. He knew the two characters for Qin Bi, and he knew Rong Juan. The child also knew Rong Chi, and probably the two characters for He Yan as well.

The little milk bun was very clingy toward He Yan. Qin Bi felt it was unlikely he didn't recognize the two characters for He Yan.

Knowing only these few characters, yet trying to read memorials? Qin Bi hummed, enjoying the child's foolishness. The little fellow understood nothing. At first, holding the memorial, he was curious, but slowly he grew bored.

Rong Juan went to his fiefdom and sold most of the spiritual vegetables to the ministers.

Qin Bi stayed home watching the child. Whenever the child dropped a memorial, Qin Bi, with quick eyes and hands, caught it, straightened it, and placed it back in the child's hands. She even teased the little milk bun: "Keep it. Study it well. You brought it back, so you must understand it thoroughly."

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

"Eating melon seeds is not as good as memorials," Qin Bi bullied the child. "Your father dotes on you so much. He paved a smooth and prosperous path for you. Being a leisurely prince is so enjoyable. Yet you insist on dragging memorials home. You think they are precious? Well, enjoy them to your heart's content."

The little milk bun: "..."

Holding the memorial, the child widened his round eyes to stare. He flipped it over to look; there was nothing. He looked at the other side; the patterns on the outside of the memorial were quite beautiful. The child studied them.

Qin Bi laughed uncontrollably. She loved seeing the child's confused little expression.

By evening, Rong He Shizi and Rong Chi returned from the fiefdom, along with the young prince.

The young prince did not leave; he planned to eat and sleep at Rong Wang Fu. He ran to the He Shizi's courtyard, saw Rong Chi holding a memorial, and paused for a moment. Then, full of joy, he saw another promising seedling for approving memorials.

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

The little milk bun raised his hand to throw the memorial away. Qin Bi caught it and placed it back in his small hands: "Understand it before you eat. The path your father paved for you, you cannot walk it. Just look until you understand."

Rong Juan glanced at Qin Bi and said to her, "Later I will discuss with He He Shizi. In the future, Rong Chi will not attend court, nor will he approve memorials. He He Shizi and I will pave a leisurely and smooth path for both children."

Would He He Shizi be willing? He would be unwilling only if he were strange. Once discussed, it would be settled.

At this moment, the young prince had gone to the kitchen and did not hear. Not wanting to approve memorials, this could not be heard by anyone of the imperial clan. If powerful ministers refuse to work, the Great Yan Emperor will not have peace.