Chapter 486: Luck

Qin Bi smiled when she heard this and didn't answer.

Qin Bi hadn't forgotten that before her Rong Yang recognized He Yan, He Yan had paved a smooth path for Qin He. In front of the Great Yan Emperor, Qin He was a Marquis Manor concubine-born daughter with fortune.

Qin He married into the Xue Prince Manor as a concubine-born daughter, which showed she had fortune.

The Little Imperial Prince went to the palace and came back, and asked such a question. Qin Bi didn't want to answer. Whether Qin He was stealing luck or not, let the Great Yan Emperor and his ministers guess. Qin Bi had no interest in answering questions or resolving doubts.

Besides, if she said Qin He was stealing luck, would the Great Yan Emperor and his ministers believe it?!

Qin Bi sneered, not necessarily!

"If Qin He stole your luck, Rong Heir Apparent Consort," the Little Imperial Prince observed Qin Bi's reaction and continued: "Don't you care? Before, before you were married, you were ignored in the Qin Yan Marquis Manor. But ever since you got married, don't you feel that your luck is very good? And the Immortal Sect's mystic arts master also gave you a prophecy: no children in this life. You got married and had Rong Yang and Rong Chi. Obviously, this prophecy is not accurate. Have you ever thought that your luck was stolen by Qin He? Her luck has been average for the past six months, and Fubao is the same; Fubao's fortune is not as good as before either."

The Little Imperial Prince was quite emotional. Before, as long as he and his imperial brothers got rare spirit food, Fubao would know immediately by relying on the two swallowed Xiangyun, and if they entered the palace, they would definitely be able to eat a good meal.

The imperial princes and princesses gave the He Heir Apparent face and treated Fubao as a younger sister. If there was delicious food, they wouldn't hide it and not give it to Fubao to eat. It was different now. As long as the imperial princes and princesses' maternal families gave good food, the imperial princes and princesses would all hide it and not give it to Fubao to eat.

Therefore, this fortune value was clearly different.

Qin Bi glanced at the Little Imperial Prince and pondered how to say it.

Qin Lang had nothing to do at home and came to the Rong Prince Manor.

The Little Imperial Prince was waiting for the Rong Heir Apparent Consort to speak. Qin Lang entered the room, bringing a chill with him.

"Sister," Qin Lang carried a paper bag. Don't ask, it must be food: "Rong Yang, Rong Chi, Little Imperial Prince."

Qin Bi smelled the scent of mushrooms and pork belly. It was very fragrant. She guessed it might be spirit food small fire-baked cakes. These small fire-baked cakes were really expensive; children from ordinary cultivation families couldn't afford them.

"Uncle!" The little milk Tuanzi's small milky voice rose.

It was so crisp, and the little milk Tuanzi's eyes were bright.

As long as Uncle came, he would have delicious food.

Qin Bi's mouth twitched. She wouldn't coax people like this. Sweet-mouthed and good at coaxing people, Rong Juan didn't look like this personality either. Who did he take after? Oh, Qin Lang. No wonder they had a good relationship and played together.

"Hey," Qin Lang was also happy.

The Qin Yan Marquis Manor had just become a cultivation family and had no foundation. Even if they had the heart to buy delicious food for their little nephew, their ability was limited. But the little nephews didn't dislike it at all, and they ate whatever he, Qin Tang, and Qin Xun bought with great face.

"Uncle," Rong Yang got up from the small stool and trotted over to meet Qin Lang.

"Hey," Qin Lang gave the paper bag to Rong Yang: "I saw the small fire-baked cakes were roasted when I came over, so I bought one for you and Rong Chi each, and one for your mother too."

The Rong Heir Apparent loved Qin Bi, which the people of the Qin Yan Marquis Manor saw in their eyes. Qin Lang bought an extra brown sugar small fire-baked cake for Qin Bi to eat. This time, the spirit vegetables in the wasteland grew well, and Qin Tan's harvest was not small, so he was in a great mood.

Although spirit food small fire-baked cakes were very expensive, they could buy a few for Rong Yang and Rong Chi by gritting their teeth.

Things weren't about being expensive; the maternal family thinking of Rong Yang and Rong Chi was also fortune, which was good for the children. By rights, the little Heirs of the first-rank hereditary noble Prince Manor should have fiefs, and the maternal family should plan for the children from a young age to avoid concubines stealing the position of the little Heir.

In the Rong Prince Manor, there seemed to be no need to worry.

In this world, the person who valued Rong Yang and Rong Chi the most was the Rong Heir Apparent. The fate of the dashing Rong Heir Apparent was to be a widower without children. Now that the Heir Apparent had a wife and children, he protected them like his own eyeballs, and Rong Yang and Rong Chi's status was unshakable.

Rong Yang took the paper bag, and the little milk Tuanzi was held by the Little Imperial Prince, fluttering: "I'll taste it."

Qin Bi held back a smile and said: "Hurry up and let him taste it. Our Rong Chi loves to taste whether spirit food is good or not. Small fire-baked cakes must not be good. If they aren't good, the child shouldn't eat them. I'll eat them all."

The little milk Tuanzi was stunned: "It's delicious."

He had eaten it before.

Qin Lang was unhappy and held Rong Chi, scolding Qin Bi: "Why are you teasing our little Tuanzi?"

The little milk Tuanzi didn't distinguish who was who and immediately acted like a spoiled child to complain: "She won't let me eat."

Qin Lang took a small fire-baked cake from the paper bag and gave it to the little milk Tuanzi: "I'll give it to you even if I don't give it to anyone else. Our Rong Chi is so well-behaved. Your mother is bad, deliberately teasing our Rong Chi."

The child got the small fire-baked cake and looked for the Little Imperial Prince again, bringing the small fire-baked cake to the Little Imperial Prince's mouth, asking the Little Imperial Prince to gnaw off the part without filling for him, while he ate the part with filling. He had many tricks up his sleeve.

Rong Yang gave Qin Bi a brown sugar small fire-baked cake: "Mother, this is a brown sugar small fire-baked cake."

Qin Bi said: "Let me gnaw on it too."

Rong Yang held the small fire-baked cake and ate it. The children had spirit food small fire-baked cakes to eat and immediately quieted down. Qin Lang sat by the stove, took a roasted sweet potato from the stove to eat, and talked to Qin Bi.

"Qin He didn't grow anything in the wasteland," Qin Lang peeled the sweet potato: "She kept boasting about growing spirit vegetables and distributing them to everyone. I thought she could really grow spirit vegetables."

The Little Imperial Prince brought up luck again: "Maybe it's Qin He stealing the Marquis Manor's luck."

Qin Lang's movements paused. He stopped peeling the sweet potato, was stunned for a moment, and looked at Qin Bi.

It wasn't impossible.

"No," Qin Bi smiled and was very certain: "Qin He doesn't have this ability. Even if she could steal luck, it would be useless in the Qin Yan Marquis Manor. She can't steal it."

The Little Imperial Prince didn't understand: "Why do you say that?"

Qin Lang also asked: "Why can't she steal it?"

Qin Bi sneered: "Don't talk about me being alive; even if I were dead, Qin He couldn't move the Qin Yan Marquis Manor's luck. Some luck has people it wants to protect, and others can't move it."

Speaking of this, Qin Bi suddenly felt her eyes moisten. She couldn't hold back her emotions and suddenly cried.

"Sister," Qin Lang hurriedly leaned closer: "What's wrong with you?"

The Little Imperial Prince immediately gave the little milk Tuanzi to Rong Yang and ran to call the Rong Heir Apparent.

Qin Bi cried with tears streaming down her face: "Qin Lang..."

"Sister," Qin Lang was anxious and felt heartache: "What's wrong with you?"

Qin Bi cried loudly: "There was a time when the Qin Yan Marquis Manor's luck didn't protect our Marquis Manor. It didn't protect it. I don't know when, but I know our Marquis Manor's luck was about to explode, and it didn't protect it."

Rong Juan and the Little Imperial Prince rushed over. Entering the room, they heard Qin Bi's words, and the man was stunned.

He had been reborn several times. In two of those lives, the Qin Yan Marquis Manor stood on the wrong side. What Qin Bi said should be these two lives.

Rong Juan went over and held Qin Bi: "It's okay, don't cry."

Qin Bi could actually feel the Marquis Manor's luck. ===== CHAPTER 487 =====