Chapter 44: Wrapped into a Ball

Qin Bi could see that personality is innate.

Rong Juan and Rong Yang are not people who suffer losses. They are domineering, publicized, and imposing. He Yan just showed more care for Qin He's child, and Rong Juan couldn't stand it.

Rong Yang is also powerful, raised by Rong Juan, the same as him.

The child has already been born, Qin Bi didn't mean not to let Rong Yang recognize He Yan. Running with the ball, hiding it, there is no need. If Rong Juan hadn't said the child was hers, Qin Bi wouldn't have wanted it.

But what do Rong Juan and Rong Yang mean now?

Rong Yang treats himself as a control group, that is, how much Qin He's child is pampered and held, and how much He Yan shows care, Rong Yang will run to the little pitiful side, so that He Yan will regret it in the future.

This is really, specifically poking people's lungs.

"Full?" Qin Bi watched one feed with patience, and one eat actively, worried that the child would eat too much.

Rong Yang said: "Full."

Rong Juan simply ate a little, and Qin Bi wiped the child's mouth.

"I'll do it myself." Rong Yang said: "I'm grown up."

Qin Bi was not angry: "You are not even half a year old."

Rong Yang turned to find Rong Juan: "Father."

Rong Juan said to Qin Bi: "He is grown up, he is our Rong Prince Manor's noble little Heir."

Qin Bi: "......"

Qin Bi watched the little person get down from the stool, go to wash his hands. The maids in their courtyard were decorations. Serving water was a job that the maids could grab. The child washed his hands by himself. Qin Bi took a towel to wipe the child's hands.

After finishing here, Rong Juan finished his meal, and the maid cleaned up the table.

The little eunuch in the palace came to pass the word: "Heir, it's time to go to court."

Rong Juan's eyebrows didn't move: "I asked for leave."

The little eunuch bowed his head: "The Emperor invites the Heir to court to discuss matters."

Rong Juan hesitated: "I will enter the palace in the afternoon."

The little eunuch left, and Rong Juan and Rong Yang got busy, arranging how to dress to look like a little pitiful, and Yan Yan Yan Huwei and the strategist Lin Yao in the manor were called to give ideas and take care of the eyes.

Several small robes of the child were thrown on the small imperial couch. Rong Juan took a noble purple small robe and compared it on the little one: "What do you think of this one, does it look like a little pitiful?"

Lin Yao's mouth twitched: "Very noble."

Yan Yan Yan Huwei didn't speak. Qin Bi looked, none of them were suitable. Rong Yang's clothing and accessories were made by the Prince Manor's clothing workshop since he was a child, all of which were boutiques. Who would be blind enough to treat them as a little pitiful.

Rong Yang was very sensible, ran over and took a goose-yellow small robe, clustered with flowers: "How about this one, does it look like a little pitiful?"

Qin Bi pursed her lips. In ancient times, the cloth colors worn by ordinary people were single, and they couldn't afford such dazzling colors at all. Playing with such an eye-catching goose-yellow small robe, it's not a joke.

Lin Yao was too lazy to talk, and his view was the same as Luo Bi.

Yan Yan Yan Huwei slandered, the Heir and the little Heir didn't know what a little pitiful was at all. Any of these small clothes were worth a lot of money. Wearing them out didn't have anything to do with a little pitiful.

"Heir." Yan Yan Yan Huwei dared to say: "These small robes are all top-grade fabrics, none of them are suitable."

Rong Juan seemed to see the problem, raised his chin: "You go and get a few children's clothes."

Yan Yan Yan Huwei retreated, and after a while, took a child's old clothes. This one would definitely look like a little pitiful, but Rong Juan frowned when he saw it, waved his hand, and Yan Yan Yan Huwei sensibly took it away.

Forget it, Qin Bi and Yan Yan Yan Huwei, strategist Lin Yao were not familiar, and at this moment tacitly didn't speak.

Toss it, let Rong Juan and Rong Yang take their own ideas. As long as they think it's good, it's fine. They clearly want to dress up as a little pitiful, but they dislike the small clothes, which is no way.

Finally, Rong Juan took a black small robe, cloud pattern belt, animal skin small cloak, a pair of white fox animal small boots. Rong Juan put it on for the child, and Qin Bi went to help.

Just put it on, Rong Juan was not satisfied: "It's cooling down today, it's very thin to wear like this."

Qin Bi really wanted to say, Heir, please take the idea, slandering in her heart, Qin Bi didn't say it.

Rong Yang also learned to speak, pinched the small robe: "Not thick."

Rong Juan put on a small animal skin jacket for the child, put on a small robe outside, and put on a small cloak. Outside, there were hail particles and light rain. Rong Juan wrapped the little one into a ball.

Yan Yan Yan Huwei looked at Lin Yao, still dressing up as a little pitiful. In his opinion, the little Heir's fortune value was high.

Some things, the guard captain and strategist didn't dare to ask deeply, and could only listen to orders.

Qin Bi just didn't care. Whatever, anyway, if she were He Yan, looking at Rong Yang's furry appearance, she wouldn't think it was a little pitiful. She was Rong Yang's mother and couldn't open her eyes and talk nonsense.

Rong Yang was well-behaved. Rong Juan packed up for the child and led the child out.

"You go too." Rong Juan said to Qin Bi.

Qin Bi hesitated, then followed.

The ground was full of ice particles and rain. Rong Juan picked up the child, pulled the cloak for Qin Bi, helped Qin Bi into the carriage first, and finally Rong Juan held the little one and went up.

Yan Yan Yan Huwei drove the carriage, followed by guards, and the strategist stayed behind.

There was a table on the carriage, with melons and fruits on it, as well as tea.

Along the way, Rong Juan and Rong Yang continued to discuss how to dress up as a little pitiful. When they arrived not far from the Yan Guogong Manor, the carriage stopped. Rong Juan gave the little one a small hand-warming pot to hold.

"Come back when you are cold." Rong Juan exhorted his son.

Rong Yang nodded: "Know it."

The small hand-warming pot was not warm. The child ran to the door of the Yan Guogong Manor. Qin Bi helped and sorted it out. No matter what, since he wanted to make He Yan feel heartache that no one loved his child in the future, he had to look like a little pitiful.

Although, Qin Bi couldn't look at it, but she did things seriously.

The small hand-warming pot was covered, Qin Bi said: "Are you really going?"

"Going!" The child got off the carriage.

The ground was full of rain, and the cold wind blew the pedestrians to shrink. Rong Yang thought about it and shrank.

Rong Juan was startled and hurriedly leaned out of the carriage: "Rong Yang, is it cold."

The child waved his small hands and giggled: "Not cold, not cold, Father don't heartache."

Rong Juan stared at the child shaking and walking toward the door of the Yan Guogong Manor. Heh, He Yan is not a jade tree in the wind, he doesn't keep the wealth he saved for his own child, but gives it to outsiders.

He wanted to see, when He Yan knows that Rong Yang is his son, and thinks of today, will he feel heartache.

Rong Juan looked at his son, who was so small, shaking and walking in the rain. If he didn't wait for He Yan to feel heartache, Rong Juan's face changed, and his cold eyes stared at the child.

Qin Bi dared to say that if this fell, Rong Juan would have to hold the child back.

The Yan Guogong Manor is a hereditary first-class Duke, the kind that doesn't lower the title, a family of merit. In this kind of rainy day, the servants are waiting outside the manor gate, looking at this weather from time to time.

Seeing a child carved in pink and jade shaking and walking over, wrapped into a ball.

The guard was surprised and said: "Child, whose family are you, why did you run here." ===== CHAPTER 45 =====