Chapter 448

The He Heir suggested calling people into the palace, and the Great Yan Emperor didn't stop him!

As a result, he just called them over to mock them a few times. This is still a sweetheart? What kind of thing is this? The Great Yan Emperor couldn't even fathom what the He Heir was thinking. What does this mean?!

"Qin He?" the He Heir asked.

The Great Yan Emperor: "......"

"Does your sweetheart have anyone else?" The Great Yan Emperor liked gossip and didn't understand what the He Heir meant by this question. If it wasn't Qin He, then who? "Isn't Qin He your childhood sweetheart? Your sweetheart."

When the Minister of War heard that they were going to gossip, he had no interest and called the Minister of Works to leave.

The Rong Heir also left; his own manor was still bustling.

The He Heir: "Oh, I suppose so."

The Great Yan Emperor was stunned. What does "suppose so" mean? Can this sweetheart be barely considered one? No one knew better than the Great Yan Emperor how good the He Heir was to Qin He and her children.

To be fair, whenever there was something for Rong Yang, the Great Yan Emperor would always have something for Fubao every time he sent gifts. What's going on? Now he gives him a "suppose so"? No way. There were pastries on the plate, so he picked one up and took a bite.

"Qin He is heartbroken," the Great Yan Emperor mentioned again: "She doesn't want to pay attention to you anymore, to break off relations and never see each other again."

Then, the Great Yan Emperor glanced at the He Heir with his eyes to see his reaction.

The Great Yan Emperor just wanted to see if the He Heir would panic for Qin He. However, the He Heir was very indifferent: "What is there for Qin He to be heartbroken about? Break off relations and never see each other again? That's not necessarily true."

The Great Yan Emperor ate a piece of pastry: "It's true."

"How about this," the He Heir suggested again: "I'll call Qin He to the Yan Guogong Manor to see me now and see if she goes."

The Great Yan Emperor was stunned. Is a sweetheart you're prepared to protect for a lifetime supposed to be treated like this? This isn't right. All along, the Great Yan Emperor thought the He Heir's love for Qin He was very deep.

Looking at it now, that's not how it is!

"How can you treat a sweetheart like this!" The Great Yan Emperor laughed, worried that the He Heir had hurt Qin He's heart and it would be hard to clean up later: "This time, Qin He went back and cried, heartbroken. She even wanted to break off relations with you, never to see each other again. If you make Qin He lose face again, she really won't pay attention to you."

The He Heir scoffed. Would Qin He be willing? Qin He still had to rely on his power.

Qin Bi could do it, saying she would divorce and break off relations forever. Could Qin He do it? The He Heir looked at the Great Yan Emperor. If he didn't believe it, it was hard to say. Let's just call Qin He into the palace one more time.

"Just wait," the He Heir said to the Great Yan Emperor: "Qin He will definitely come."

"Impossible," the Great Yan Emperor said: "You just slapped Qin He in the face. Women love to get angry, and Qin He even vowed never to pay attention to you again, to break off relations forever. You should just cry secretly. It's hard to find a woman you like, and even if you can't marry her, protecting her for a lifetime is fine too. You actually deliberately embarrassed her and still want to call her into the palace to play with her."

The He Heir stared at the Great Yan Emperor, not believing it: "Call Qin He into the palace."

"Call her then," the Great Yan Emperor stopped eating the pastry, choked, and picked up the teacup to drink tea: "If you make her cry, see how you coax her. You've protected her for so many years, and now you've gone crazy and want to have a falling out with Qin He."

The He Heir's guard went to the Xue Prince Manor. Qin He saw the guard and heard that the He Heir had called her into the palace again.

Qin He's subconscious reaction was to put on airs. The man must have regretted it and called her to coax her. Qin He originally wanted to leave the He Heir hanging, but she felt it was inappropriate in her heart, worried that the He Heir would get angry.

Qin He tidied up, didn't tell the Xue Heir, and entered the palace again.

As soon as Qin He entered the palace, the He Heir said to the Great Yan Emperor: "I said it, it's impossible to break off relations forever."

The Great Yan Emperor: "......"

The chubby Great Yan Emperor had just picked up the half-eaten pastry, took a bite, and choked again. This Qin He is too spineless. Didn't she cry and say she wanted to break off relations and never see each other again?

See? She slapped her own face immediately. No backbone.

The He Heir should have protected Qin He, but he didn't hold back at all in slapping Qin He in the face in the palace. The Great Yan Emperor knew in his heart that from now on, there was no need to give Qin He face.

To the He Heir, Qin He was nothing anymore.

The Great Yan Emperor was so shrewd; if he couldn't see that the He Heir had called Qin He into the palace twice to slap her in the face, he would be a fool. So, this sweetheart was nothing more than this.

By now, the Great Yan Emperor probably understood what the He Heir meant by "suppose so" earlier.

Everyone thought Qin He was the He Heir's sweetheart, and the He Heir didn't deny it, but he no longer protected Qin He. The sweetheart was just like that, and all the He Heir's favoritism was to be withdrawn.

The Great Yan Emperor wanted to ask He Yan, do you still like Qin He? The words reached his lips but were swallowed along with the pastry. He'd better not interfere in emotional problems. He didn't want to interfere in the first place. Mainly, the two powerful heirs of Great Yan—the Rong Heir had a wife and children, and He Yan, in this lifetime, was afraid he would only have memories. Protecting Qin He for a lifetime was also quite good.

However, now, the He Heir no longer protected Qin He.

The Great Yan Emperor sighed: "Sigh."

He ordered people to send Qin He away, to leave the way she came. This breaking off relations was purely Qin He being quick with her tongue. Look, as soon as she heard the He Heir wanted to see her, she came into the palace again.

Qin He was bewildered now, not understanding what it meant to call her here and then not see her.

Angry in her heart, Qin He left the palace with a flushed face.

Returning to the Xue Prince Manor, the Xue Wang Fei asked her: "Was there a reward when you were called into the palace?"

"There was probably a reward," Qin He said perfunctorily and hurried back to the Heir's courtyard.

Back in the courtyard, Qin He smashed things in anger to vent her fury. Ever since she transmigrated, she had never been so humiliated. She was used to everything going smoothly and had never suffered this kind of anger. Qin He cried in anger again.

The maids and old maids retreated, surprised that the Heir Consort, who was usually very calm and elegant, liked to smash things. Her emotions were not restrained at all, and she had no demeanor of an Heir Consort.

The wife of the eldest concubine-born son got the news and mocked: "Still looking down on those born of concubines; Qin He isn't much better."

The wife of another concubine-born son leaned in and said: "Probably didn't go well in the palace."

The wife of the eldest concubine-born son frowned: "Can't be, right? Didn't the He Heir protect her? The He Heir has always protected Qin He. Our Heir Consort has a good fate, has fortune, and has someone protecting her."

The sisters-in-law mocked: "He doesn't even raise Fubao anymore."

He doesn't even raise Fubao, perhaps he doesn't protect Qin He either.

If this was the case, Qin He shouldn't think about being high and mighty in front of them. However, the concubine-born sons' wives of the Xue Prince Manor were not sure. The He Heir had protected Qin He for so many years, how could he suddenly stop caring about her?

When the Rong Heir returned to the Rong Prince Manor, Qin Tan and the Qin Di couple had all returned. Qin Lang moved the scooped snow; the little Five-Grains-Abundant Cloud was very fond of it.