Chapter 439: Not Jealous

Qin Bi stared at one spot, lost in thought, somewhat surprised. She thought Qin He would be furious.

In the past, when He Yan married her and also wanted to marry Qin He as a secondary wife, Qin Bi was extremely angry, almost generating hatred. At that time, her chest was stifled, her brain was dizzy, and she almost wanted to kill someone.

Consumed to the end, she was distracted, and her lifespan was damaged.

Is Qin He's anger so simple? No distraction, no lifespan damage. Qin He didn't even dare to make a scene with He Yan. Qin Bi thought of the past; she had made a scene until her father and brothers stood up for her, only then agreeing to divorce as soon as they married.

Alright, Qin He is just a coward, only knowing how to clamor in the Marquis Manor.

After this incident, Qin Bi was clear that Qin He couldn't be considered noble, just an ordinary person. It was only because she had a cheat code after transmigrating that she was called a talented woman. In reality, she was nothing more than this.

If she were truly angry to the extreme, Qin He would have had her lifespan damaged long ago.

Heir Rong came over from the study. Seeing Qin Bi lost in thought, his footsteps paused.

Rong Juan sat down and picked up the teacup. Qin Bi said: "Qin He is not distracted, nor is her lifespan damaged. I thought since she was very angry, making her even angrier would kill her or half-kill her."

"You think Qin He is you?" Rong Juan sneered: "You have many concerns; you have family and the Marquis Manor in your heart. Qin He only cares about herself. If she really had feelings for He Yan, even if she were to die, she should have settled the marriage with He Yan."

Qin Bi smiled lightly, took hot tea from the stove, held it in her small hands, and took a sip: "Qin He has a system and wants to be a big heroine of cultivation. She can't bear to die. If she can't marry He Yan, she can marry someone else."

Rong Juan pondered. Qin He indeed didn't have to marry Heir He.

"Don't look forward to it," Rong Juan said: "Qin He can't be angered to death. How could she bear to be angered to death?"

Qin Bi exhaled a breath of turbid air in frustration. Indeed, she also saw it. Let alone Heir He giving some good things to Rong Yang; even if he gave them all, Qin He wouldn't be angered to death.

Qin He was definitely angry, but not angered to death.

Rong Juan stood up from the chair, walked to Qin Bi, reached out to wrap his arms around Qin Bi's shoulders, and said gently: "Winter is cold. What do you want to eat? I'll go to the Immortal Sect and buy spirit food for you."

"When will it snow?" Qin Bi said: "If it snows, eating hot pot in winter is comfortable."

Rong Juan was dumbfounded and looked outside the house: "This winter is afraid it won't snow. If it does, it will be ice particles. Wait for a period of time. If it doesn't snow next month, the Great Yan Emperor will ask people from the Immortal Sect to summon snow."

Asking people from the Immortal Sect costs a lot, and heavenly treasures cannot be less.

Qin Bi sighed. Actually, she didn't like snow; snow is very cold. However, if it doesn't snow, the earth is dry and cold, which is colder and more bone-chilling than snow. Comparing the two, she looked forward to snow.

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

Opening the teleportation array, Rong Juan went to the Immortal Sect. He picked a small basket of this spirit fruit and that spirit fruit, and there were rare spirit melons. Seeing them, Rong Juan also bought a few.

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

Rong Yang was staring at the courtyard being built, the little heir courtyard for him and Rong Chi. Rong Juan happened to take a look. Heir He was very attentive and didn't lack silver. The materials used looked very good, and the stone and wood materials were also very complete.

Rong Juan couldn't pick out any faults. If Heir He were even a little bit stingy, Rong Juan wouldn't mind being a villain.

Hearing that there was delicious food at home, the children immediately followed Rong Juan back to the Rong Wang Fu. The little prince naturally followed, and also packed a few things that Rong Chi and Rong Yang liked to eat.

Was the Rong Wang Fu short of them? They took them even if they weren't.

To tell the truth, the little prince was biased toward Heir Rong.

No other reason, the things in Heir Rong's hands would mostly be given to Rong Chi and would definitely not be given to Qin He and her children. Heir He was not necessarily the case. The little prince couldn't guarantee that Heir He wouldn't care about Fubao at all.

The little prince didn't believe it, and the people of the Qin Yan Marquis Manor didn't believe it either.

Rong Juan had a count in his heart, but would he speak well for Heir He? Heh, dream on. He made his own bed, so he can lie in it. The little prince packed things, and Rong Juan held the little one, waiting with Rong Yang.

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

"Take the boiled spirit melon seeds." He Zu was worried that if they took too little, the children would want to eat them later and not have enough fun: "And the fried sweet potato dried, take some too. Fried beans are also very fragrant."

The little prince said: "Take them, take them all."

Rong Chi tilted his small body: "Go."

Depending on the little milk bun, the little prince hurriedly gathered things. Rong Juan took the children away. He Zu still had to ride a horse to send them. In the carriage, the little prince gave Rong Yang a fried bean to eat, and also gave one to Rong Chi.

The children were very happy. Rong Juan doted on the children; he just didn't treat the little prince as a child.

The little prince didn't pick faults either, eating a piece of roasted sweet potato dried himself, and was busy peeling melon seeds for the children. The two children ate fast, and the little prince put a handful of boiled spirit melon seeds into Heir Rong's hands.

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

The child fluttered: "Mine, mine."

Qin Bi was waiting at home. Seeing the children return, she was happy and deliberately shouted: "Rong Yang, Rong Chi..."

Rong Yang answered crisply: "Hey."

Rong Chi said milkily: "Hey."

The little prince: "..."

Rong Juan was in a good mood, his smile reaching the bottom of his eyes. Reborn for several lives, this life he is not an emperor but has a wife and children. He doesn't need to raise children for others. Let Heir He continue this fate; Rong Juan is not jealous.

The little milk bun rummaged through the small basket, looking for the spirit fruit he liked.

Qin Bi also looked for it with Rong Yang. The little prince let Rong Yang and Rong Chi pick. After the children picked, the little prince and Qin Bi also washed the spirit fruit to eat.

"Winter spirit fruit is more delicious than summer spirit fruit," the little prince said while gnawing on fruit: "The taste is also different. Winter spirit fruit has more fruit flavor. This one of mine is very delicious."

"Let me taste it." The little milk bun poked his small body.

The little prince handed the spirit fruit over. The little milk bun took a big bite, opening his mouth not small. Unfortunately, his teeth weren't strong enough, biting off a little bit. The little prince used a dagger to shave off a piece and put it in the little milk bun's hand.

Shaved off another piece and gave it to Rong Yang.

Qin Bi originally didn't want to care. The little prince wasn't her child. If he yielded to Rong Yang and Rong Chi, let him yield. As long as her own children didn't suffer a loss, Qin Bi pretended not to see.

However, Qin Bi's character was such that she couldn't do it.

"Rong Chi," Qin Bi called the little guy. The little milk bun turned his head. Qin Bi said: "Give Little Prince Brother a taste of your orange spirit peach, give him a little bit, not too much."

Qin Bi was also a money-grubber, but who knew, the little milk bun was simply stingy. He held the spirit peach and took a bite, took it out of his mouth, and handed the fruit flesh pinched by his small hands to the little prince.

"Little Prince Brother," Rong Chi said: "You taste it."

Qin Bi: "..."

The little prince didn't dislike the little guy's saliva at all, took the fruit flesh, and ate it.

The little prince said to Rong Yang: "This orange-level spirit fruit is indeed different. The taste is better, a bit like the taste of fruit that has been frosted in autumn. Rong Yang, you also wash one to eat."

Rong Yang washed three spirit peaches and divided one for Qin Bi and one for the little prince.