Chapter 41

Rong Juan and Rong Yang were both busy, the father and son busy inspecting their own fields.

Qin Bi watched as Rong Juan took Rong Yang by his side, diligently cultivating him into a qualified young heir, and narrowed her eyes; if she could not bear children in the future, Rong Juan would treat him as his own son.

If Rong Juan had not claimed the child was his back then, Qin Bi would not have wanted him.

Even though she had been told her fate was childless for this life, Qin Bi would not have wanted him; she would have run away while pregnant. Bearing children was not something Qin Bi would do, and since people did not welcome her, why give birth for them?

Rong Juan saying it was his meant that Rong Juan wanted this child.

It was too late to refuse now; Qin Bi loved the child, who could already call her mother. Besides, Rong Yang was Rong Juan's child, the legitimate eldest son of the Rong heir, a fact that would not change, as Rong Juan's attitude showed.

Thinking back to their divorce, Qin Bi's eyes turned red again; it was truly frustrating.

Qin Bi wiped away a tear. Rong Juan returned from inspecting the fields with Rong Yang; the moment the child entered the courtyard, there was laughter and joy. The small child loved to smile, yet when he put on a serious face, he looked like a noble young heir.

"Mother." Rong Yang ran to Qin Bi's side.

Qin Bi bent down and picked up the child: "Are the crops planted?"

"No, only the fertile fields are planted." Rong Yang shook his head, his voice milk-sweet: "In a while, Father and I must go back. The second-class fields have not yet been sown with winter millet, and the soil is no longer wet."

Qin Bi understood; the rain had been limited, and if they did not plant quickly, it would be too late.

Rong Juan looked at Qin Bi's eyes, his gaze sharp, and reached out to wipe the mist from her eyelashes. The handsome man spoke: "Do not think about unnecessary things. If you are idle at home, come with me to inspect the fields."

Rong Juan had subordinate officers and advisors, but Qin Bi understood nothing of this, so she shook her head: "I will not go."

Not going was fine; the fields were not a place for an heir's wife to visit, unless Qin Bi was skilled in farming. Rong Juan sat down to drink tea while a maid brought up pastries and fruits.

Rong Yang took a piece of osmanthus cake to eat. The child sat between his parents, swinging his little legs happily. After eating, he still wanted to go to his own fields to check on the planting; he had so much land.

Rong Juan wiped his mouth and fed him a sip of water. Qin Bi watched and saw no crumbs of cake at the child's corner of the mouth.

You see, that damned noble upbringing; she did not have it.

Rong Juan ate slowly and leisurely, though his speed was not actually slow; after all, having guarded the border for years, it was unrealistic for a military general to eat slowly. He waited a moment for the little one, and Rong Yang put the osmanthus cake in his mouth.

"Alright, I am full." Rong Yang said.

Seeing the child wanted to get down, Qin Bi reached out and lifted him from the stool.

Rong Juan glanced at Qin Bi: "Let him do it himself from now on."

Rong Yang immediately said: "I will do it myself."

Qin Bi: "..."

Rong Juan taught Rong Yang again: "Say goodbye to Mother."

Rong Yang pulled on Rong Juan's robe: "Mother, Father and I are going out."

Qin Bi was amused by his little demeanor and walked a few steps with them. Rong Juan picked up Rong Yang and left. Qin Bi felt indignant; just now, she could not even help a little, yet him carrying the child did not count as spoiling him.

Walking past the corridor, a guard stepped forward to report: "Young Master, the He heir has gifted fifty mu of fertile land to Qin He's child."

Hah, Rong Juan sneered coldly. When going to inspect his own fields, he took Rong Yang directly: "Rong Yang, did you see? This piece of land is also yours, but it was given away by the heir of the Yan Guogong."

Rong Yang was curious and poked his head out: "Mine?"

"Yes." Rong Juan nodded: "Yours, given to a wild child by the Yan Guogong Fu."

Rong Juan looked at the little one: "You have lost another piece of land."

"Do not give it." The child felt he had suffered a loss.

"No." Rong Juan said: "It has already been given away."

Rong Yang pointed to his own land: "Rong Yang's."

Rong Juan smiled and nodded: "Yes, Rong Yang's."

After inspecting for more than an hour, Rong Juan took Rong Yang back. After resting at home for a while, Rong Juan began to teach Rong Yang to read and write, practicing calligraphy, while an advisor stood by to guide the young heir.

In the few years since Rong Juan's rebirth, he had been indifferent to everything, but he valued this legitimate eldest son greatly. He slowly taught him civil strategy and military prowess, though the child still focused on play; his child must have the most fortune.

He had been Emperor enough; for the sake of his wife and children, in this life he would be the powerful heir of the Great Yan Kingdom!

However, no one could snatch away the things belonging to his son, Rong Yang.

"When you have a younger brother, give the title of the Prince's mansion to him." Rong Juan intended to tell the child something: "You have another home; you go inherit the things from that home. Do you think that is acceptable? If you do not want them, others will dig them all out."

Rong Yang nodded: "Okay."

"Where is that home?" Rong Yang asked.

Rong Juan carried Rong Yang to the street of the Yan Guogong Fu and pointed it out to the child. The child looked a few more times and remembered it; this land was his, and others would dig it all out.

What to plant? Cabbage or chili peppers?!

His second-class fields were not yet finished! Rong Yang still had plenty to do; the little one was very active.

A rain summoned by the Immortal Sect caused everyone to be busy with planting. Within three or five days, the crops were gradually all planted, and the temperature dropped slightly. At this time, an invitation from Marquis Qin Yan arrived.

There was no special matter; the harvest at Qin Yan Hou Fu was good, and the mansion was holding a banquet to celebrate.

Planting and harvesting were major matters in the Great Yan Kingdom. Rong Juan accepted the invitation. For Qin Bi, it was a return to her natal home, requiring no special preparations, just a gift. She asked the Prince's side consort, Zhang Luo, to handle the arrangements, as the capable should bear more burdens.

Qin Bi did not worry about the side consort using schemes; with Rong Juan present, the side consort could not even dig up a single vegetable.

That morning, Qin Bi took a few small robes to show Rong Juan: "Is this heir's robe okay? Orange suits children better than blue. I think Rong Yang looks good in this one."

Rong Yang tilted his small head to look, tugged at the small robe: "Okay."

Rong Juan did not say no, but simply picked out a red small robe: "This one looks good."

Rong Yang turned his small head: "This one is okay too."

Qin Bi: "..."

Qin Bi dressed the child in the small robe, tied the sash, and hung a jade of fortune around his neck.

"Does it look good?" Rong Yang asked his parents.

Qin Bi praised: "So handsome."

Once the child was dressed up, the adults did not care. After getting ready, Rong Juan took his wife and son into the carriage and went to Qin Yan Hou Fu. By the time they arrived, the front hall of the Marquis mansion was very lively.

Rong Juan was a distinguished guest and would naturally receive the same treatment as He Yan.

Even Rong Juan was more popular; Qin Bi, disliking showiness, exchanged a greeting and went ahead to the Fourth House. In the courtyard of the Fourth House, concubines and illegitimate children had all arrived, along with Qin Han's family, who had married out.

"Sister Qin Bi, you have come." Qin Han greeted first, with open generosity.

Qin Bi perfunctorily responded. This illegitimate sister harbored something in her heart.

When Qin Han's husband, Jiang Mo, saw Qin Bi, he felt awkward; originally, they had been betrothed, but the arrangement was ruined by the two Young Masters.