Chapter 503: Likes to Hoard Things

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

"Imperial Uncle." The little milk bun pointed to the spirit vegetables: "Eat this."

The Great Yan Emperor looked at this milk-cute little bun and reached out to pick up vegetables for him.

"Spoon, spoon." The little milk bun called for a small porcelain spoon; he also wanted to drink sweet water.

Well, the Great Yan Emperor fed him vegetables, then had to change to a small porcelain spoon. The little milk bun drank a mouthful of the soup from the sugar-mixed vegetables, his black eyes full of joy, laughing *ga-ga*.

A smile also crossed the corner of the Rong Heir's mouth, and he held Rong Yang to feed him.

The Little Imperial Prince didn't need to take care of the children at this moment, tasting whichever spirit vegetable was delicious. The other Imperial Princes ate unhurriedly, with great imperial demeanor, but their eating speed was not slow at all.

Why? Worried that Fubao would enter the palace. She was a glutton, entering the palace as soon as she smelled the scent.

The Rong Heir wouldn't consider whether Fubao entered the palace or not. After feeding Rong Yang, the little milk bun still wasn't full. As long as there was something delicious, the little guy could eat. The Great Yan Emperor held him and didn't get to eat a single mouthful of vegetables.

The Rong Heir took a spirit fruit from the fruit plate: "Rong Yang, eat a spirit fruit."

The Rong Heir handed the spirit fruit to the little bun's mouth. The little bun took a bite. Ministers eating in the palace couldn't help but sigh. The fresh-clothed and angry-horse Rong Heir was truly holding the child in his hands for fear of him melting.

"Delicious." Rong Yang ate this kind of soft and waxy spirit fruit for the first time.

It was just a low-grade spirit fruit, but it was a rare variety. The Rong Heir said: "Go find your He Heir father."

There was only one such rare spirit fruit for one child. The Rong Heir brought two children, so he earned it. Eating another one wasn't appropriate, and Rong Yang also knew that spirit fruits were limited.

The little bun got off the low stool and ran *da-da* toward the He Heir.

The He Heir was drinking wine and chatting with the Prime Minister. Seeing this, he immediately put down his wine glass, stood up, and walked a few steps quickly to pick up the little bun and return to his seat.

"The little heir is very cute." The Prime Minister praised.

The He Heir's eyebrows had a trace of gentleness, warm and moist like jade: "Rong Yang is indeed cute."

The Prime Minister had a shallow smile on his face. The He Heir praising his own child was no problem. He was destined to have no children in this life. Suddenly having a child, how could he not look at him and find him rare?

It's a pity that good things were given to Qin He and her children for nothing.

Fubao consumed quite a few cultivation resources for children. If they were given to Rong Yang, the little bun would definitely be raised better. The Prime Minister's gaze fell on the He Heir. This He Heir, for the sake of his sweetheart, had treated his own child poorly.

The He Heir took a handkerchief to wipe Rong Yang's mouth, the child gnawing on the spirit fruit: "Do you like eating this kind of spirit fruit?"

Rong Yang nodded: "I like it, soft, waxy, and very sweet."

The He Heir reached out and took another soft, waxy spirit fruit for Rong Yang. Other ministers also brought their children to dine, all older than Rong Yang and Rong Chi. He Heir's child should have one.

This one didn't count; this was the Rong Heir's share.

The Prime Minister naturally understood this truth, and his expression didn't change at all. Rong Yang got the spirit fruit and originally intended to leave immediately, but the little bun didn't leave. The He Heir held him and peeled spirit melon seeds for him.

On the Great Yan Emperor's side, the little milk bun also got a spirit fruit.

The little milk bun held the fruit and took a bite, his eyes wide with deliciousness: "Father, two."

The Great Yan Emperor didn't understand the child's baby talk, this half-sentence. The Rong Heir and the Little Imperial Prince understood. The Little Imperial Prince knew the little milk bun, who liked to hoard things, and liked eating even more.

"One spirit fruit per child." The Little Imperial Prince said.

The Rong Heir also said: "No."

The little milk bun didn't cry or make a scene. He was a sensible little bun. While gnawing on the spirit fruit, the child looked around at the palace banquet and saw Rong Yang holding one such soft, waxy spirit fruit.

"Find eldest brother." The little milk bun said in a milky voice.

The Rong Heir was silent for a moment and sent the little milk bun over.

The Prime Minister was sitting next to the He Heir. Looking up, good fellow, the He Heir's arms had another little milk bun. The Rong Heir said a word to the He Heir and returned to his seat.

Focusing on feeding the children, the Rong Heir sat down and ate something too.

The Prime Minister asked the little milk bun: "What is your name?"

"He Chi." The little milk bun answered.

The Prime Minister: "......"

The He Heir and Rong Yang were also stunned. After reacting for a while, Rong Yang explained: "Prime Minister, he said his name is He Chi, not He, Chi. Don't listen to him, his name is Rong Chi."

The Prime Minister: "......"

Looking for a beating. If he were the Rong Heir, he would have to beat him when he got home. Still He Chi, so small and looking at how clever you are. If Rong Yang were willing to be He Yang, the Yan Guogong Manor would be overjoyed.

Even so, the He Heir was in a good mood. He discussed with the Prime Minister, and the Prime Minister gave up the spirit fruit his family's child had received. The He Heir gave Rong Chi a soft, waxy spirit fruit as a favor.

The little milk bun ate one and held another, happily flapping about.

The Rong Heir was full, and the little milk bun went back. The Rong Heir also knew that this little guy was still thinking about the things in the Yan Guogong Manor. Angry? Rong Yang didn't want to fight, but the little milk bun was busy.

The Rong Heir couldn't get angry. He held the little milk bun and wanted to leave the palace.

"Rong Yang." The Rong Heir held the small one and asked: "Are you going back to the Rong Wang Manor?"

The He Heir said: "I'll send him back in a while."

"That works." The Rong Heir knew very well how rare children were for those who had no children due to their wives being cursed. He didn't make things difficult for the He Heir, but he had to set the words: "Don't let some Fubao come and make our Rong Yang suffer."

The Prime Minister stood with the Rong Heir: "I'll keep an eye on it."

Great Yan's twenty good fortune value and Qi value, Fubao swallowed two auspicious clouds. Comparing them, the Prime Minister still valued Great Yan's twenty good fortune value and Qi value more. Children fighting was fine, but Rong Yang suffering was not.

The Rong Heir said: "Prime Minister, come to my manor to sit when you have time."

The Prime Minister smiled and agreed.

The He Heir: "......"

The Rong Heir held the little milk bun, the child a small ball, not delaying eating the spirit fruit even in the middle of winter. Rong Juan wanted to take away the spirit fruit the child was gnawing on in his little hands.

"Eat it when we get home." The Rong Heir said.

"No." The little milk bun refused.

No way, the Rong Heir loved the child, so he tucked the little beast-fur cloak for the child, wrapped him in a little quilt, and the Rong Heir strode toward the outside of the hall, the little milk bun busy gnawing on the spirit fruit.

Some ministers saw this and clicked their tongues. This was truly treating him as a treasure!

When the Rong Heir and Rong Chi returned to the Rong Wang Manor, Qin Bi had been waiting at home for a long time. She didn't know what was going on, but it wasn't snowing, and the sky was overcast, looking a bit like it was going to snow.

Entering the room, the furnace was burning vigorously, and it was very warm.

The Rong Heir held the little milk bun and took the little quilt. Qin Bi stood in front of the man and took off the little cloak for the little bun: "What did you eat in the palace?"

"Spirit vegetables, spirit fruits." The little milky voice was crisp, and the child was very happy.

Qin Bi hesitated slightly: "I want to go to the Beast Realm." ===== CHAPTER 504 =====