Chapter 428

He Yan chuckled lightly: "Stay at Yan Guogong Fu, and I'll show you the shop's profit share."

Rong Juan pondered; not returning to Rong Wang Fu but staying at Yan Guogong Fu was fine too. He was already big, over a year and a half old, much bigger than his younger brother, the little milk bun Rong Chi.

"Okay." Rong Juan nodded.

He Yan smiled and called to Rong Juan: "Take your brother Rong Chi home."

Rong Chi wasn't stupid; he heard he was only being sent off and made a fuss: "I'm not going, I'm not going."

He Yan hissed, daring not to keep the little rascal. Every time they stayed, he threw a fit at bedtime. Spring and summer were fine, but winter was cold, and children easily caught a chill at night.

He Yan knew how to raise children now, but his precious son Rong Juan gave him a headache.

"He won't go." The young prince was at a loss.

He Yan couldn't decide whether to let the child stay. Rong Chi was Rong He Shizi's child, treasured beyond measure. He Yan didn't mind having another child; he mainly worried about not being able to soothe him, as he threw tantrums at bedtime.

He Zu went to Rong Wang Fu and told Rong He Shizi: "Rong Juan wants to stay at Yan Guogong Fu, and little Rong Chi is also making a fuss, refusing to leave. Rong He Shizi, what do you think? Can little Rong Chi stay?"

Of course he couldn't stay. Rong He Shizi immediately rushed to Yan Guogong Fu, riding a horse.

As soon as Rong Chi saw Rong He Shizi, the child immediately knew he had come to pick him up. His elder brother wasn't leaving either, so the little one shouted: "Not going, not going..."

Rong He Shizi didn't coax him: "Ride back on the horse."

Rong Chi froze, stretching out his little hands: "Father."

Rong He Shizi took the little one, looked down, and asked Rong Juan: "You're staying?"

Rong Juan nodded: "I'm staying."

Rong He Shizi had no worries; He Yan was Rong Juan's father. He carried Rong Chi away, the young prince followed, and He He Shizi picked up Rong Juan to see them off at the gate.

After they left, He He Shizi took the child back into the manor.

When the He clan heard Rong Juan was staying, they discussed going to Yan Guogong Fu to play that evening. He He Shizi said: "Another day. I have account books for Rong Juan to review; after dinner, Rong Juan won't be free."

Thus, the He clan members dropped the idea.

The entire Yan Guogong Fu was in a cheerful mood because of Rong Juan. Dinner was prepared with spiritual food for the child. Some He clan members brought high-grade spiritual fruits and spiritual melon seeds, which the kitchen immediately pickled and began to cook.

After dinner, He He Shizi took Rong Juan for a walk under the corridor to aid digestion.

Then, He He Shizi called Rong Juan to the study and gave him the account books for the shop's profit share. The child flipped through them; for anything he didn't understand, He He Shizi taught him. Beside them was a box of banknotes. It was his own child; He Yan didn't feel pained giving it away.

Rong Juan didn't take it all; he took out a few months' worth of shop profits and put them into his storage bag.

"Why not take it all?" He He Shizi asked.

"I can't use that much." Rong Juan said.

He He Shizi found a spot in the study and put the box away: "When you need it, come take it yourself."

Rong Juan thought for a moment but couldn't help asking: "Have you ever spent money on my mother?"

He He Shizi fell silent, bent down, picked up the child, and said: "Rong Juan, I thought your mother liked poetry and books. She never asked me for money; everything I gave her was books."

Rong Juan also fell silent. After a moment, he said: "Why didn't you give my mother some money to spend?"

He Yan was speechless; spilled water cannot be gathered back.

"I'll spend it for you," He He Shizi said.

Rong Juan hugged He He Shizi's neck and said no more. He He Shizi didn't bring it up again, carried the child to sleep. The child lay on the bed for a while before falling asleep. He He Shizi watched the child, feeling warmth in his heart; this was his child.

With Rong Juan not at Rong Wang Fu, Qin Bi felt unaccustomed. At first, she couldn't sleep. Rong He Shizi placed his younger son in Qin Bi's arms, and only then did she stop missing Rong Juan. Early the next morning, Rong He Shizi woke the little milk bun up.

"Going to find your eldest brother?" Rong He Shizi asked.

"Find eldest brother." The little milk bun Rong Chi immediately wobbled to his feet.

He couldn't walk, but the little one could stand up.

Rong He Shizi smiled, and Qin Bi, awakened by the noise, opened her eyes.

"Take Rong Chi to Yan Guogong Fu," Rong He Shizi said. "You go too; check on how Rong Juan is sleeping. It's not time for breakfast yet; take Rong Chi to mooch a meal."

Qin Bi indeed wanted to go find Rong Juan: "Let's eat first, then go."

She didn't approve of mooching meals; what was this habit? Rong He Shizi liked taking children to the palace to mooch spiritual food from the Great Yan Emperor, and Fu Bao loved to mooch meals too. Now it was Yan Guogong Fu.

Sorry, Qin Bi wasn't used to it.

"Don't go mooching a meal," Qin Bi added.

"Why not go mooch a meal?" Rong He Shizi dressed the child. "Save it for that chaotic Fu Bao? Or that Qin He? It's better for our Rong Chi to eat a meal."

The little milk bun understood the words: "Go eat."

Rong He Shizi chuckled lightly, very satisfied. That was right; don't let good food go to waste. Eat the spiritual food at Yan Guogong Fu. Send both children; Fu Bao shouldn't get to eat any of the good stuff anymore.

Qin Bi thought for a moment: "I won't go."

Rong He Shizi left it to her. Early in the morning, Rong He Shizi called the young prince Yan Xun, picked up his younger son Rong Chi, and went to Yan Guogong Fu. He He Shizi was so angry he laughed, while Rong Juan was overjoyed.

Seeing his eldest son happy, Rong He Shizi put down the little one and left.

Yan Guogong's Lady immediately instructed the kitchen to prepare spiritual food: steamed egg custard with spiritual plant chicken. The young prince got a portion too; since the child had been taking care of the kids, who would have the heart to make them work without feeding them?

Even though the young prince Yan Xun was taking care of the little milk bun Rong Chi, Yan Guogong Fu appreciated the gesture.

Nothing else; Rong Juan's younger brother was a child of Yan Guogong Fu.

He He Shizi went to the study and returned with a stack of banknotes.

The little milk bun's little eyes were sharp: "For whom?"

He He Shizi laughed in exasperation: "For you."

The little milk bun didn't hesitate, stretched out his little hands to take them, and showed them to his eldest brother Rong Juan.

"What?" the little milk bun asked.

Rong Juan glanced at it: "Soap shop profit share."

The little milk bun knew this; his mother had a lot of profit money. He had been envious for a long time. If it wasn't given to him, he'd keep it. The father He He Shizi gave it, and the little one was over the moon.

He carefully folded it and put it into his storage bag.

He He Shizi: "......"

Yan Guogong's Lady: "......"

Little Imperial Prince: "......"

"I knew she was a little money-lover," Yan Guogong's Lady said. "I didn't expect her to be so obsessed with wealth."

"This is bad," the Little Imperial Prince thought of something.

"What's wrong?" Rong Juan asked.

"Xue Rong Shizifei is going to die of anger." The Little Imperial Prince knew Qin He was sick from anger because He He Shizi gave the items collected from the small space in the demon beast realm to Rong Juan, and also because of the shop's profit share.

That was because Rong He Shizi's shop profit share went to Rong Rong Shizifei. If they found out He He Shizi gave the shop's profit share to Rong Juan and Rong Chi, the two little He Shizi, oh heavens, she would die of anger on the spot.

After speaking, the Little Imperial Prince sized up He He Shizi.

He He Shizi's expression was indifferent. Rong Juan said, "After eating, we'll go to my maternal grandfather's house."