Chapter 455: All Must Be Coaxed

Fu Bao had no choice but to hesitate for a while before returning.

The Great Yan Emperor let out a hiss, very puzzled, and asked the Prime Minister: "My lord, what is going on with Fu Bao? Her Xue Wang Fu has summoned rain and snow; why has she come to ask the young prince for the rain and snow he has gathered, time and again?"

If the Xue Wang Fu did not have any, that would be understandable, but the problem is, the Xue Wang Fu has indeed summoned rain and snow.

If you have rain and snow to grow vegetables, yet still want someone else's, it raises suspicion.

"Perhaps the Wang Rong Shizifei of the Xue Wang Fu also knows that the rain and snow she summoned lacks fortune," the Prime Minister remarked, not particularly concerned, since Fu Bao was not asking him for it. "The Xue Wang Rong Shizifei probably heard that the rain and snow summoned by the Rong Wang Fu carries fortune, so she wants some to grow spiritual vegetables."

The Great Yan Emperor hesitated: "Is Qin He not the Chosen One?"

The Prime Minister: "..."

Who knows? This Qin He has some luck; even while at her natal home, she knew how to make soap and glass, and could produce some strange and novel items, very innovative, and she was skilled at opening shops.

As for this Chosen One? The Prime Minister remained noncommittal.

Qin He is still a disciple of the Immortal Sect; indeed, she cannot be underestimated. And her child, the First-Rank Little Junzhu Fu Bao, this young girl also has some ability; whenever there are good things to eat in the palace, she always manages to get them.

Therefore, the rain and snow summoned by the Rong Wang Fu should carry no small fortune.

Otherwise, Fu Bao would not have entered the palace to ask the young prince for the rain and snow he gathered. Fu Bao only sets her sights on good things; Fu Bao was born having swallowed auspicious clouds, so she certainly has fortune.

"Prime Minister," the Great Yan Emperor chuckled, "you have been allocated quite a lot of rain and snow, haven't you? Can you use it all up?"

The Prime Minister kept his expression unchanged: "My wife is busy growing vegetables at home, and several of our children have gone to the farmland to dig up the finest soil. Your Majesty, do you want soil? I will have my legitimate son dig up more and send it to Your Majesty."

The Great Yan Emperor: "..." No soil, uh...

The Great Yan Emperor's tone faltered, and the Prime Minister said, "Then forget it."

The Great Yan Emperor: "..."

Forget it, forget it??????

His gaze swept across the table; there were still a few pieces of cake on a plate. The Great Yan Emperor took one, took a bite, and thought the Prime Minister was far too unperceptive; he couldn't even understand this. Who would want soil?

He wanted the rain and snow gathered from the Rong Wang Fu.

Fortunately, he had some himself; originally, he had intended to get some of the gathered rain and snow from the Prime Minister with nothing to offer in return.

If he wouldn't give it, then so be it; the Great Yan Emperor ate another piece of cake.

The Prime Minister felt somewhat uneasy, so he sent someone back to the residence to give the Great Yan Emperor a jar of rain and snow. The Prime Minister's Lady had some complaints, but the Prime Minister didn't care. See, this is what having maxed-out fortune looks like; ministers cannot bear to see the Emperor unhappy.

By now, it was nearly evening. The young prince moved a planting pot over for Rong Yang to see. He was small, and since taking on the duty of caring for the child, he had left the palace several times a day. When Fu Bao entered the palace, the young prince had just arrived at the Rong Wang Fu.

"Rong Yang brother," the young prince said, "I have planted some too. I moved a pot over for you to see. There is more in the palace. I planted chili peppers and a few other vegetables; when they grow, I will give them to you to eat."

Rong Yang nodded: "Okay, give some to Rong Chi to eat too."

"You must give him some," the young prince nodded. "Otherwise, he will cry."

The young prince had grown fond of caring for children. Originally, he already treated Rong Chi like a younger brother; after caring for him for a while, the young prince felt he was almost like the Rong Wang He Shizi, thinking of the little milk bun wherever he went.

A child who makes a fuss must be coaxed.

Qin Bi sat nearby by the stove, brewing a bowl of tea, calmly drinking it to nourish her spirit. If she got hungry, there were roasted fruits, sweet potatoes, and peanuts on the stove.

The Rong Wang He Shizi would certainly not neglect his wife and children. Whether it was something Qin Bi and the children liked or disliked, the Rong Wang He Shizi had instructed people to prepare it and place it on the stove to roast; the room was warm and cozy.

Just then, someone from the young prince's palace came to report that Fu Bao had entered the palace to find the young prince.

"Young prince," Qin Bi said, "Perhaps there is something urgent; you should return to the palace."

Qin Bi did not struggle; if Fu Bao was looking for the young prince, sending the young prince back was enough. In Qin Bi's view, the royal family's fortune was strong, and staying with members of the royal family could indeed enhance one's fortune.

If Qin He wanted to compete, Qin Bi would let her do as she pleased.

Qin Bi still preferred her own fortune, but Rong Yang did not think so. Why should what belonged to him be given to others? The young prince brother and he were of the same root, and there was also Rong Chi.

Fu Bao was not the child of the Rong Wang He Shizi's father or the He Wang He Shizi's father, nor was she the child of the royal uncle.

Rong Yang would not allow them to benefit from the royal family's fortune: "The young prince brother has just arrived."

Qin Bi could not say anything more; Rong Yang would not let the young prince return to the palace.

"I don't need to return to the palace; the Imperial Guard said Fu Bao has left the palace," the young prince said, not planning to return immediately. He guessed, "Fu Bao must want the gathered rain and snow. She asked for it before, and I didn't give it to her. She went home, but she still wants the snow I gathered from your Rong Wang Fu."

Rong Yang said, "Do not give it to her."

The young prince nodded. Qin Bi narrowed her eyes. She had asked once, the young prince hadn't given it, and now she had entered the palace again to ask for the gathered snow. This must be Qin He's idea; truly shameless.

Qin He had shops opened together with the Wang He Shizi, had silver, and was a disciple of the Immortal Sect. Qin He could claim to lack nothing. As a concubine-born daughter, she was already living extremely well, yet she still wanted more.

The Rong Wang Fu was about to have another snowfall; damn it, Qin He was actually coveting that too.

"Didn't Qin He summon a small snowfall?" Qin Bi thought for a moment and said to the young prince, "I heard that the rain and snow Qin He summoned also carried fortune. Fu Bao has her own rain and snow."

The young prince muttered, "They say it has fortune, but who knows?"

At that time, the person the Prime Minister had sent to investigate returned and reported that the small snowfall Qin He summoned had no fortune at all. Qin He had even ordered people to gather snow, but no one gathered any; the scene was quite comical.

Qin Bi knew this, the young prince knew this, and the Prime Minister knew this too.

Afterwards, it was spread that the small snowfall Qin He summoned also had fortune.

If it had fortune, so be it; no one coveted it. Neither the young prince nor the Prime Minister coveted it.

But the result was the opposite; the young prince did not care to have the rain and snow Qin He summoned, yet Fu Bao kept entering the palace again and again to ask the young prince for the snow gathered from the Rong Wang Fu. Qin Bi sneered; Qin He's intentions were obvious.

The young prince ignored Fu Bao and did not return to the palace that night either.

By the next day, Fu Bao entered the palace again to find the young prince, but the young prince was at the Rong Wang Fu.

Just after finishing breakfast, Rong Yang ran to check the planting pot. The child's eyes widened, and he ran screaming to find Qin Bi and Rong Juan, his small face radiating joy.

"Father, Mother," the child Rong Yang said, "Spiritual vegetables have sprouted."

Rong Juan was surprised: "Let's go see."

Qin Bi stepped out immediately, and Rong Juan took a cloak and fastened it around Qin Bi.

In the side hall where the planting pots were kept, the young prince ran ahead with Rong Yang. Rong Juan wrapped the little one tightly, put his arm around Qin Bi's shoulder, and they went over. A layer of small spiritual vegetable seedlings had emerged from the planting pot.