Chapter 459: How Wonderful

Qin Yan followed closely behind Qin Lang and paused in surprise at his words.

What did Qin Lang mean by that?

Qin Cui glanced at the sisters beside her; the others looked bewildered. Who was Qin Lang speaking to? Some young ladies of the Marquis's manor were puzzled, while others secretly glanced at Qin He with surprise before lowering their heads.

The young ladies of the Marquis's manor were not fools; they clearly understood that Qin He was used to claiming her good fortune. Even Qin Lang worried that Qin He would say this was her own luck. See, standing out everywhere is not a good thing.

One young lady of the Marquis's manor smiled subtly, somewhat mocking Qin He.

Qin He had married well, possessed good fortune, and had a powerful minister's heir protecting her side. Did only the unmarried young ladies of the Marquis's manor envy Qin Bi? Those with ulterior motives also envied and resented Qin He.

Qin He felt no guilt. Could Qin Lang's luck compare to her cultivation as a great female protagonist? Definitely not.

Qin Bi didn't even look at Qin He properly, only glancing sideways as she walked ahead. Shameless. Qin Bi continued walking, moving alongside Qin Tang and Qin Xun, while Qin Tan and Qin Di walked behind.

With Qin Tan present, anyone wanting to steal Qin Lang's reputation would have to think twice.

In the side hall of Qin Tan's study, spirit vegetables were planted in pots, a tiny layer of seedlings. Qin Lang said, "You may look, but do not touch. Spirit vegetables are very delicate. This is the first time I have grown so many spirit vegetables in a planting pot."

Qin Yan exclaimed with joy, "So many spirit vegetables."

"I also planted vegetable seeds," Qin Yuan said, unwilling to fall behind. "Sister Qin He summoned the rain and snow, so she must be able to grow spirit vegetables too, and they would grow just as many."

Qin Yan's eyes sparkled as she turned to find Qin He. "Sister Qin He, I want to plant some too."

Qin He could not suppress her joy but helplessly spread her hands. "There is no more summoned rain and snow. Wait for next time. I am a disciple of the Immortal Sect; when I lack rain and snow, I will surely summon snow. At that time, you can go scoop it up."

Qin Yan's attempt to flatter turned into confusion. The rain and snow summoned by the Immortal Sect's immortals in Great Yan were ordinary rain and snow. What was the point of scooping them up? She wanted rain and snow carrying luck, capable of growing spirit vegetables.

Bragging again. Qin Bi looked at Qin Lang's spirit vegetables and smiled lightly, an expression of undisguised contempt. Pity that Qin He remained unaware; she was still discussing scooping snow with several peers from the Marquis's manor.

Qin Yan frowned. This was too arrogant.

Qin He seemed to love being the center of attention. Qin Yan hadn't noticed before, but now, closing his eyes briefly, he thought: if she truly had ability, it would be fine. The problem was that the rain and snow Qin He summoned this time were clearly ordinary snow.

"Qin Lang," Qin Bi said, "the spirit vegetables you grew are better than mine."

"Really?" Qin Lang beamed with joy. "It's all thanks to my Little Five Grains Abundant Cloud."

Qin Bi kicked Qin Lang. Qin Lang turned his head and immediately saw Qin He reaching out to touch the spirit vegetables. "Hey, Qin He, what are you doing? I already said not to touch the spirit vegetables."

Scolded, Qin He's face fell. "It's just one spirit vegetable. Is it worth getting so upset?"

"You are rich, you are wealthy, you don't care about spirit vegetables." Qin Lang waved his hand, dismissing them. "Brothers and sisters, if you have business, go attend to it. The spirit vegetables haven't grown yet; there is nothing interesting to see."

Everyone exchanged glances and left tactfully.

Before leaving, Qin He said defiantly, "If I touch your spirit vegetables, they will grow even better."

"Wait until Qin Yuan's vegetables grow," Qin Lang said. "Then you can touch hers. As for my vegetables, forget it. They can't bear your light. My own luck is not small; I don't need your trouble."

"Ungrateful," Qin He said as she left.

Almost all the young masters and ladies of the Marquis's manor had left in a flurry, leaving only the Marquis's heir, Qin Tang, Qin Xun, and Qin Bi. Qin Bi thought about it and wanted to laugh; Qin He was truly shameless.

"Heh," Qin Bi sneered lightly. He Yan likes her.

Is the transmigrator always the great female protagonist? Ridiculous.

"I told her not to touch, and she still reached out," Qin Lang said angrily. "This Qin He is like she has no ears. You scold her, and she gets angry. She thinks everyone spoils her like He He Shizi does."

This was awkward. He He Shizi is Rong Juan's father; bringing up how he protected Qin He in the past was no longer appropriate. Qin Yan glanced at Qin Bi, who only smiled.

"He He Shizi towards Qin He," Qin Bi said, "is indeed deeply devoted."

"As long as you can let it go," Qin Yan said, worried that Qin Bi might later refuse to let Rong Juan recognize He He Shizi.

Qin Bi chuckled. She could naturally let it go and would not teach Rong Juan to hold a grudge against He Yan. With Rong Juan teaching Rong Juan, why would she need to? She actually hoped He Yan would continue protecting Qin He forever.

Qin Bi lowered her eyes. The Emperor of Great Yan seemed to mean the same thing.

Since He Yan wanted to protect, he should protect for a lifetime.

However, with Rong Juan present, that was impossible.

Qin Bi had a narrow mind and held grudges. She did not wish He Yan happiness. Yet, Rong Juan was her child. Qin Bi could not bear to see He Yan well, but for Rong Juan's sake, she had to let it be.

If not for Rong Juan, Qin Bi would not mind doing something to make He Yan protect Qin He for a few more years. As long as He Yan protected Qin He for a few more years, Rong Juan would stop recognizing He Yan.

How wonderful. The best revenge. But Rong Juan was her child.

The bond between Rong Juan and He Yan was father and son, blood thicker than water, unchangeable. Qin Bi only wished Rong Juan well, to protect him completely. She did not want Rong Juan to suffer even the slightest grievance.

Qin Bi immediately lost her joy in viewing the spirit vegetables. She went to the Fourth House to sit for a while, exchanged a few words with He Shi, then stepped out to her own courtyard. The courtyard had been roughly tidied; it would be expanded when spring arrived.

Maids and nannies lit the stove. Qin Bi took a book and sat at the table.

She preferred quiet. The maids and nannies withdrew. Tea brewed on the stove. Qin Bi poured herself a bowl, sipped it in small mouthfuls, and sighed softly. Originally, He Yan's life should not have been like this.

If she had married someone else, He Yan would have protected Qin He for a lifetime. It should have been like that.

Rong Juan kept Rong Juan. He Yan had a child. Qin Bi exhaled a long breath of turbid air. He Yan protecting Qin He for a lifetime and raising Qin He's child for a lifetime—how wonderful. A lonely man, absolutely the standard for a powerful minister.

Qin He and her husband lived in harmony, with children around their knees, living a happy and complete life, while He Yan silently guarded them.

Qin Bi almost laughed out in schadenfreude. But now, He Yan had his own biological child, and he refused to do it. Damn it, he refused. It made Qin Bi furious.

With no one in the room, Qin Bi angrily hit the table.

Rong Juan came to Qin Yan Hou Fu to find Qin Bi. Hearing that Qin Bi was in her courtyard, the child trotted upstairs.

Stepping into the room, the small child approached Qin Bi and asked with concern, "Mother, why didn't you invite Uncle Qin Lang or Aunt Qin Lang to come? Staying in the room alone is very boring."

Qin Bi composed her emotions and smiled. "Why have you come?"

Rong Juan looked up, his voice milk-sweet. "I came to find you."

How could a mother not love such a good child? Qin Bi reached out, lifted the child, and held him close. She gently negotiated with the child. "Shall we go back after eating lunch at Grandfather's house, or shall we go back without eating?"

Rong Juan thought for a moment and said, "Let's go home to eat. Father and younger brother are waiting for us at home."