Chapter 435: The Young Ladies of the Marquis Manor All Want to Marry High

Heir He glanced at Qin Yan, a trace of mockery crossing the corners of his mouth.

Everyone was a shrewd person; what didn't they understand? Qin Yan said: "Rong Yang and Rong Chi are eating; you all swaying back and forth is hindering the children from eating. Go play somewhere else."

It wasn't good to say that noble ladies of the Marquis Manor should be reserved when entertaining guests at home. These words were too blunt. Qin Yan was the Marquis Manor's Heir Qin, and his every word and action maintained the Marquis Manor's dignity; a little warning was enough.

Several girls looked at each other and retreated to the side.

What a good opportunity to approach Heir He; the eldest cousin actually stopped them. Several girls pouted, complaining in their hearts. Heir He hadn't married a primary wife yet; Qin He Jiejie and Qin Bi could both marry high, so why couldn't they?

Especially the concubine-born daughters of the Marquis Manor; their goal was to be the Heir's wife.

There were only two influential official heirs in Great Yan; being the Heir's wife of the Yan Guogong Manor was also fine.

Qin Yan scanned his younger sisters; they were courting death. Had they forgotten Heir He's fate of being a wife-killer and childless? By the way, Heir Rong married Qin Bi and nothing happened, and when Heir He got married, Qin Bi was also fine. They were harboring a fluke mentality, gambling on fate.

Qin Yan didn't stop the sisters in his family from marrying high, but they couldn't disregard dignity.

Qin Bi and Qin He married too well, so the young ladies of the Marquis Manor all wanted to marry high.

Qin Yan sighed. Could this be compared? Qin Bi had beauty, didn't cling to others, and had her own merits in character. Qin He had a good brain and could think of many strange things to earn silver.

Other Marquis Manor sisters? Leave it to fate.

If the Qin Yan Marquis Manor produced another influential official's Heir's wife, it wouldn't be impossible. Qin Yan would be happy to see it, but now, compared to before Qin Bi and Qin He got married, it wasn't so urgent.

The main thing was that Heir He didn't have that intention, and Qin Yan couldn't thick-skinnedly matchmake a younger sister to Heir He.

In the past, when Qin Bi and Heir He divorced, the Qin Yan Marquis Manor and the Yan Guogong Manor almost fell out. Fortunately, Qin Bi was a good one, remembering that the Marquis Manor had fallen out with the Yan Guogong Manor for her sake.

Heir Xue, accustomed to women scheming for marriage, smiled while holding his teacup: "Heir Qin, several Marquis Manor young ladies are ready to discuss marriage, right? Heir Rong's marriage had no issues, so fate should be fine. The Yan Guogong Manor is still missing an Heir's wife."

Qin Yan looked at Heir He. Qin Lang frowned. Rong Yang picked up the peeled sweet potato and ate it.

Heir He stopped feeding the little milk bun—he had eaten enough—and turned his head: "Heir Xue, my affairs don't need your concern. Just raise your own child well, so you don't think about finding me for no reason."

Heir Xue smiled awkwardly: "Our two families have a good relationship; I only think of you when I have something."

"I'm not very free either. Things I can handle myself don't need to be brought to me," Heir He said. "I also have children to raise. One Rong Yang is fine, and there is also Rong Chi. There are no extra resources to divide."

Qin Yan found it hard to respond. Qin Jue's heart tightened. This means...

Really not raising Fubao anymore???!!!

Not raising Fubao didn't matter; the main thing was whether Qin He still had weight with Heir He.

If Qin He had no weight in Heir He's heart, the second branch wouldn't get anything either.

Qin Lang, however, couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth. Heir Xue had a friendship with Heir He, so he smiled like brothers: "You are willing to raise one more Rong Chi, so why do you care about Fubao and her brother? Heir He has a big family and a big business."

Qin Jue's heart rose. Heir He gave a faint, light laugh, the smile having little warmth: "My Rong Yang hasn't been by my side since he was young. Everything that should have been his was given to Fubao. Heir Xue, are you still not satisfied? That should have been my child Rong Yang's."

These words were heavy. Heir Xue withdrew his smile and laughed it off: "I'm joking. Fubao has already enjoyed many benefits. Fubao is a good child; she remembers it all and also said she wants to be good to her younger brother Rong Yang."

The little prince had eaten his fill and grabbed a handful of roasted melon seeds from the side hall to the living room. Hearing this, the child curled his lips. Be good to Rong Yang? Forget it; Rong Yang didn't even bother to look at Fubao.

The little prince found it very strange; Rong Yang hated Fubao.

Seeing that the little milk bun was sleepy, Heir He stopped talking nonsense with Heir Xue. Qin Yan glanced at the child in Heir He's arms and tried his best not to speak. Soon, the little milk bun fell asleep.

Heir He couldn't leave even if he wanted to. Winter was dry and cold, and it was easy for the child to catch a cold if he fell asleep.

Qin Lang put down Rong Yang and picked up the little milk bun. Heir He stood up, took the small quilt and small cloak he had brought, and wrapped Qin Lang and the child tightly. The little prince and Rong Yang followed, and Qin Lang carried the child toward the outside of the living room.

He He Shizi's wife said: "There is a small bed in the side hall."

"It's noisy," Qin Lang said. "He won't sleep soundly."

Qin Lang carried the little one, with the little prince and Rong Yang following. The children of the fourth branch also ran out of the side hall one after another. The little prince was very careful in taking care of the children and even checked to see if the little milk bun's little feet were covered.

When a child is carried by an adult, it's easy to freeze their feet.

Qin Lang carried the child back. Jiang Shi and Lin Shi hurriedly went to make the bed. This age was too young, and he was the apple of Heir Rong's eye, so they were very careful, making the bedding warm.

Qin Lang put the child down, Jiang Shi gently covered him with the quilt, and the little prince also pulled the quilt, helping to make the bed warm so as not to press on his Great Yan's twenty points of good fortune and luck.

Lady He also doted on her grandson and originally wanted to sit beside him to accompany the child.

As a result, the little prince sat by the bed and wouldn't leave; he wanted to watch the child sleep.

Lady He: "..."

Alright, Lady He and everyone else went to the outer room. Qin Di and his two legitimate sons looked at the drawings for expanding the courtyard in the main hall. Rong Yang went to the bedroom to take a look, and the little prince stayed by Rong Chi's side without leaving an inch.

Rong Yang whispered: "Little Prince Brother, I'm going to the courtyard where Mother lives. The fourth branch is going to build a courtyard, so I'll tidy up some things for Mother. If my younger brother wakes up, send someone to call me. Don't take him out immediately."

The little prince nodded: "Go."

Rong Yang went out and said a word to Lady He. Qin Lang went to Qin Bi's courtyard with Rong Yang.

Qin Han was already tidying up. Seeing Rong Yang and Qin Lang come, Qin Han deliberately hid in the room to avoid greeting them. She was waiting for Rong Yang to come and see her, this aunt.

Rong Yang and Qin Lang went upstairs, and the child had no intention of paying attention to her.

Heir Rong had told Rong Yang that except for his grandfather and these elders, there was no need to pay attention to others. Aunts and such had always had an average relationship with his mother, so there was no need for the child to see any aunt.

Entering the bedroom, Qin Lang asked: "What do you want to tidy up?"

Rong Yang took out his summoning magic tool and ran to the bedside to play. The child liked to stay in the place where his mother lived. He didn't do anything; he just felt at ease here. He did whatever he wanted.

After playing enough, Rong Yang rolled up his sleeves, and his chubby little hands carefully organized the books.

"My mother loves books very much," Rong Yang said.

Qin Lang nodded: "Heir He gave your mother many books in the past. Since she likes them, they shouldn't be returned."

"Even if you give books, you still have to eat," Rong Yang said. "He didn't give any silver." ===== CHAPTER 436 =====