Chapter 471: If He Didn't Marry a Concubine

The cold wind was biting. The Rong Shizi, in his black Shizi robe, stepped forward and blocked the wind for Qin Bi and Rong Yang.

"Where is the little one?" Qin Bi asked; she was asking about Rong Chi.

Rong Juan understood, and Rong Yang also knew Qin Bi was talking about Rong Chi.

"The Little Imperial Prince is keeping him company," Rong Juan said.

Qin Bi nodded. In the Rong Prince's Manor, the Little Imperial Prince taking care of the children was recognized. Even though the Little Imperial Prince wasn't very old, he was meticulous and truly doted on Rong Yang and Rong Chi.

Rong Yang was held by the Rong Shizi and showed the paper bag to the Rong Shizi: "Small fire-baked cakes, they are spirit food, for little brother to eat."

Rong Juan didn't stint on his praise: "My Rong Yang has the demeanor of an elder brother."

Rong Yang was happy. Rong Juan held Rong Yang and gathered Qin Bi back to the Shizi's courtyard.

In the spacious and bright living room, the Little Imperial Prince was sitting at the table with the little milk bun, drawing and playing. Looking up and seeing Qin Bi and Rong Yang return, the Little Imperial Prince immediately called out to the little milk bun.

"Your mother and elder brother are back," the Little Imperial Prince said.

The little milk bun had ink on his little hands. He raised his little head, saw Qin Bi and Rong Yang, and immediately stopped playing, calling out in a milky voice: "Mother, elder brother, don't play with Rong Chi."

Listen to that, a little green tea, complaining while acting spoiled.

He didn't care who would back him up; he just complained.

Qin Bi was speechless and reached out to take the small fire-baked cakes from Rong Yang's paper bag, coaxing the little milk bun: "I brought you small fire-baked cakes."

"Is it delicious?" The little milk bun reached out, wanting a hug.

Rong Yang wouldn't let him be hugged and got down.

Qin Bi took two small fire-baked cakes, gave one to the Little Imperial Prince first, reached out to hold the little milk bun, and gave the small fire-baked cake to the little one: "You try it, it's delicious."

The little milk bun held the small fire-baked cake. Qin Bi tore off a piece from the small fire-baked cake. There was no help for it; the Rong Shizi's children carried the Great Yan's twenty fortune value and blessing value, and they were picky eaters. They were small, but they had many little schemes; they wouldn't eat it if it didn't have a filling.

The mushroom and meat fragrance was very domineering. The little milk bun took a bite: "It's delicious."

Qin Bi laughed from the bottom of her heart, and a faint smile appeared in the Rong Shizi's eyes. The Little Imperial Prince watched the little milk bun being held by Qin Bi and eating happily, swallowing his saliva as he held the small fire-baked cake with its golden-brown skin.

"Save some for little brother to eat," the Little Imperial Prince said.

As soon as Rong Chi bit into the small fire-baked cake, the Little Imperial Prince knew it was high-grade beast meat, the kind with pork belly. This kind of beast meat was very fragrant, and adding mushrooms made it perfect. They were also baked very well.

Each one was the size of a child's palm, and Rong Chi could eat several in one meal.

"You eat it." Qin Bi wasn't stingy with the Little Imperial Prince who was taking care of her children. She pointed her chin at the paper bag in Rong Yang's hand: "There are more, try them all. These small fire-baked cakes are delicious."

The Little Imperial Prince heard this and, seeing Rong Yang take out another small fire-baked cake, he didn't say he wouldn't eat it. He took a small fire-baked cake and ate it. Wow, it was delicious, so fragrant.

"Mother, I saved one for you, eat it while it's hot," Rong Yang said to Qin Bi. Qin Bi was holding the little milk bun and nodded in response. Rong Chi held the small fire-baked cake and bit into it: "Eh?"

Everyone looked over.

Qin Bi asked: "What's wrong?"

"It's sweet," Rong Yang ran to Qin Bi and Rong Juan, holding up the small fire-baked cake: "Brown sugar small fire-baked cake."

The Rong Shizi glanced at it, his expression unchanged. For him, as long as his wife and children liked eating it, it didn't matter if it was a mushroom meat small fire-baked cake or a brown sugar small fire-baked cake; as long as they liked it, nothing else was important.

Qin Bi and the Little Imperial Prince were pleasantly surprised, and Rong Chi also jumped around.

Rong Juan was surprised. No need to ask, they all liked the brown sugar mixed into the small fire-baked cake. There was only one brown sugar small fire-baked cake, not enough to share. He opened the oil paper bag and broke the remaining small fire-baked cakes, but none of them were brown sugar small fire-baked cakes.

Rong Juan said to Rong Yang: "Share half with your mother."

The little milk bun heard this and poked his head out: "I'll eat it."

He was reluctant to let others eat it. Rong Juan said: "There will be enough for you."

"Not enough to share," Qin Bi said: "I won't eat it."

Rong Yang broke the small fire-baked cake. Seeing that the child was determined to share half with her, Qin Bi suggested: "I'll just take a bite."

Rong Yang thought that was fine too and brought the brown sugar small fire-baked cake to Qin Bi's mouth: "Take a big bite, there's brown sugar, and the crust of the fire-baked cake. If you take a small bite, you won't get much brown sugar."

Rong Juan said from the side: "The Little Imperial Prince should take a bite first."

The Little Imperial Prince: "..."

The Little Imperial Prince understood the Rong Shizi's meaning. He took a bite of the brown sugar small fire-baked cake. Rong Chi, the little milk bun, was young after all, and his schemes weren't enough, so he anxiously took a bite too.

Well, only then did they eat the part with the most brown sugar.

Rong Yang hurriedly gave it to Qin Bi: "Mother, eat, lots of brown sugar."

Qin Bi couldn't reject the child's good intentions and smiled as she took a bite of the brown sugar small fire-baked cake. The brown sugar in the brown sugar small fire-baked cake was plentiful, and Qin Bi got more brown sugar than crust.

Thinking of the little milk bun eating more crust, Qin Bi laughed.

The children took a bite each. Rong Chi's eyes lit up; he clearly liked the brown sugar small fire-baked cake very much. There was only one, and it was gone after eating it. Rong Juan took a mushroom meat small fire-baked cake and fed it to Rong Chi.

He glanced at the guard, and the guard left quickly.

Before long, the guard returned with an oil paper bag. Qin Bi took it and opened it to look. Brown sugar was expensive, and the teahouse only baked a few brown sugar small fire-baked cakes a day.

The guard went to the teahouse and only managed to buy two.

Rong Juan reached out, and the little milk bun watched eagerly, no longer eating the meat.

Qin Bi handed the oil paper bag over. Rong Juan took a brown sugar small fire-baked cake and gave it to Qin Bi: "You only took one bite just now. It's freshly bought, eat it. If you like eating it, I'll buy you more another day."

The little milk bun shouted: "I like eating it."

Unfortunately, Rong Juan didn't give him a whole brown sugar small fire-baked cake.

Qin Bi took the brown sugar small fire-baked cake, and Rong Juan handed the oil paper bag directly to the Little Imperial Prince: "You take care of the children, share it with them, don't fight over the Shizifei's. Her heart was damaged and her lifespan affected, and she just recovered. Eating spirit food is good for improving her constitution."

The Little Imperial Prince took out the brown sugar small fire-baked cake and looked at the children, sharing it with Rong Yang and Rong Chi, absolutely not favoring one over the other. This was the Great Yan's twenty fortune value and blessing value, and that was too; they were all treasures.

Qin Bi called Rong Yang and Rong Chi: "Let me gnaw on it, I like eating the part with the most brown sugar in the middle."

Wow, this job was something Rong Yang and Rong Chi both liked. This one took a bite of the brown sugar small fire-baked cake, and that one took a bite, eating the part with the most brown sugar. Rong Chi still wanted to eat.

Rong Yang wouldn't let him eat anymore: "Give it to Mother."

The little milk bun said: "Alright."

Rong Juan went to the study. Qin Bi and the children didn't go to the Qin Yan Hou's Manor, but they also ate extremely well. The Shizi's courtyard was lively, and the advisors looked on, feeling very fortunate that the He Shizi had married a concubine back then.

If the He Shizi hadn't married a concubine, where would their Rong Prince's Manor get Little Shizi? Now they had two Little Shizi, and the advisors of the Rong Prince's Manor could wake up laughing in their dreams.

This marriage to a concubine was a good one.

Qin He busied herself for half a day, but she didn't become the Shizifei of the Yan Guogong Manor. ===== CHAPTER 472 =====