Chapter 439: No Envy

Qin Bi stared blankly at a spot, somewhat surprised; she had thought Qin He would explode with anger.

When He Yan married her, he also intended to take Qin He as a co-wife; Qin Bi was furious, nearly filled with hatred. At that time, her chest felt stifled, her mind foggy, and she almost killed someone.

Consumed to the end, the heart no longer governs the spirit, and lifespan is damaged.

Is Qin He's anger that simple? Without the heart failing to govern the spirit, without lifespan damage, Qin He wouldn't even dare to make a scene with He Yan. Qin Bi recalled that back then, she made such a fuss that her father and brothers intervened, and they agreed to divorce immediately after the wedding.

Well, Qin He is just a coward, only capable of shouting in the Marquis Manor.

After this incident, Qin Bi realized clearly that Qin He is not noble; she is just an ordinary person. She was called a talented lady only because she traveled through time and gained a cheat. In reality, she is nothing special.

If she were truly angry to the extreme, Qin He would have already suffered lifespan damage.

Rong Juan came from the study, saw Qin Bi lost in thought, and his steps halted.

Rong Juan sat down, picked up a tea bowl. Qin Bi said, "Qin He's heart is not failing to govern her spirit, nor is her lifespan damaged. I thought since she is very angry, making her angrier would mean she wouldn't die from anger, but would be half-dead from it."

"Do you think Qin He is you?" Rong Juan sneered. "You have many concerns; your heart holds your family and the Marquis Manor. Qin He only cares about herself. If she truly had feelings for He Yan, she should have been betrothed to him back then, even if it meant being cursed to death."

Qin Bi chuckled lightly, took hot tea from the stove, took a small sip, and said, "Qin He has a system. She wants to be the great female lead of cultivation and can't bear to die. If she can't marry He Yan, she can marry someone else."

Rong Juan pondered; indeed, Qin He does not have to marry He He Shizi.

"Don't hope for it," Rong Juan said. "Qin He won't die from anger; she can't bear to die from it."

Qin Bi sighed in frustration. Indeed, she had seen it too. Even if He Yan gave all his good things to Rong Yuan, Qin He still wouldn't die from anger.

Qin He is certainly angry, but she won't die from it.

Rong Juan rose from his chair, walked to Qin Bi, put his arm around her shoulder, and said gently, "Winter is cold. What do you want to eat? I'll go to the Immortal Sect to buy you some spiritual food."

"When will it snow?" Qin Bi asked. "If it snows, it would be so comfortable to eat by the hot pot in winter."

Rong Juan was speechless, glanced outside, and said, "This winter, it probably won't snow. If it does, it will be hail. Wait and see; if it doesn't snow next month, the Great Yan Emperor will have to ask the Immortal Sect to summon snow."

Asking the Immortal Sect costs a great deal; no heavenly treasures or earthly gems can be spared.

Qin Bi sighed. Actually, she didn't like snow; it is very cold. But without snow, the earth is dry and cold, which is more biting than snowy cold. Compared to that, she now hopes for snow.

Rong Juan was very doting toward Qin Bi. He didn't ask what she liked to eat, rose, and left the main hall.

He activated the teleportation array and went to the Immortal Sect. He picked a small basket of this spiritual fruit and that spiritual fruit, and also bought several rare spiritual melons he saw.

Returning to Rong Wang Fu, Rong Juan immediately went to Yan Guogong Fu to pick up the children.

Rong Yuan was watching the construction of a courtyard, the one for him and Rong Chi's young heir. Rong Juan happened to glance over; He He Shizi was very attentive and not short of silver. The materials looked excellent, with stone and wood fully supplied.

Rong Juan could find no fault. If He He Shizi had been even a bit stingy, Rong Juan wouldn't have minded playing the villain.

Hearing there was good food at home, the children immediately followed Rong Juan back to Rong Wang Fu in a rush. The young prince naturally followed too, packing up some of Rong Chi and Rong Yuan's favorite foods.

Does Rong Wang Fu lack anything? No, but they still took them.

To be honest, the young prince favored Rong He Shizi.

For no other reason: the things in Rong He Shizi's hands would at most be given to Rong Chi, absolutely not to Qin He and her children. He He Shizi, however, was uncertain; the young prince dared not guarantee that He He Shizi wouldn't care for Fubao at all.

The young prince didn't believe it, and neither did the people of Qin Yan Hou Fu.

Rong Juan knew the truth in his heart, but would he speak well for He He Shizi? Ha, dreaming. He reaped what he sowed. While the young prince packed things, Rong Juan held the little one and waited with Rong Yuan.

Did the people of Yan Guogong Fu have objections? How could they? He Zu even helped pack.

"Take the boiled spiritual melon seeds too," He Zu said, worried they wouldn't take enough and the children wouldn't be satisfied later. "Also take some roasted sweet potato strips; the roasted beans smell great too."

The young prince said, "Take them, take everything."

Rong Chi tilted his small body and said, "Let's go."

Following the little bun, the young prince hurriedly grabbed things. Rong Juan led the children away. He Zu still wanted to ride a horse to see them off. Inside the carriage, the young prince gave Rong Yuan a roasted bean, then gave one to Rong Chi.

The children were delighted. Rong Juan doted on the children, yet he didn't treat the young prince like a child.

The young prince didn't complain. He put a piece of roasted sweet potato in his own mouth, then busied himself peeling melon seeds for the children. The two children ate quickly, so the young prince put a handful of boiled spiritual melon seeds into Rong He Shizi's hand.

When they returned to Rong Wang Fu, the little bun saw a table full of delicious food.

The children pounced excitedly: "Mine, mine."

Qin Bi was waiting at home. Seeing the children return, she kissed them and happily shouted loudly on purpose: "Rong Yuan, Rong Chi..."

Rong Yuan answered crisply: "Yes."

Rong Chi answered in a milky voice: "Yes."

The young prince: "..."

Rong Juan was in a good mood, his smile reaching his eyes. Having been reborn for several lives, in this one he is no longer an emperor but has a wife and children. He doesn't have to raise other people's children anymore. Let He He Shizi continue with that fate; Rong Juan isn't envious.

The little bun rummaged through the small basket, looking for his favorite spiritual fruits.

Qin Bi searched together with Rong Yuan. The young prince was in charge of holding them. Once everything was selected and placed on a plate, the young prince carried it to wash. The maids and nannies went off to play; who needed them? These were spiritual fruits.

The maids couldn't really go off to play, so they took bamboo charcoal and threw it into the stove to warm the room.

Warm water was placed by the stove. The young prince rolled up his sleeves to wash the spiritual fruits. Rong Yuan also rolled up his sleeves and went to help. Wow, the little bun's eyes lit up, and he twisted his small body, wanting to go over.

The little bun was very talkative: "Wash, wash."

Just him, treated like a precious gem, wanting to do work?

Rong Juan wouldn't indulge him. Qin Bi, playful as she was, picked up the little one and carried him over. The little bun was overjoyed, splashing his little hands in the basin, soaking the robes of the young prince and Rong Yuan.

"You really know how to cause trouble," Qin Bi said, giving him a slap.

Alright, he was quiet now. Rong Juan felt sorry for him.

The handsome man stepped over and reached out to pick up the little bun.

Qin Bi just pinched the little bun's small padded jacket; it was soft. "It's so thick; it won't hurt him."

The little bun was good at pretending: "It hurts."

Qin Bi: "..."

"I'm not playing with you anymore," Qin Bi said.

Rong Chi was dumbfounded. Rong Juan glanced at him and let it go.