Chapter 503

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

"Imperial Great-Uncle." Little Milk Little Tuanzi pointed at the spiritual vegetable: "Eat this."

Seeing this milk-mellow little Little Tuanzi, the Great Yan Emperor reached out to serve him food.

"Spoon." Little Milk Little Tuanzi called for a small porcelain spoon; he also wanted to drink sweet water.

Well, the Great Yan Emperor fed him the vegetable, and now he had to switch to a small porcelain spoon. Little Milk Little Tuanzi took a sip of the soup water from the sweet cold-mixed vegetables, his jet-black eyes filled with joy, and he cackled with laughter.

A smile also crossed the corner of Rong He Shizi's mouth as he held Rong Yang to feed him.

The young prince no longer needed to look after children at this moment; he tasted whichever spiritual vegetable looked delicious. The other princes ate at a leisurely pace, displaying great royal dignity, yet their eating speed was not slow at all.

Why? They worried that if Fu Bao entered the palace, she would be a glutton, drawn in by the scent.

Rong He Shizi did not consider whether Fu Bao would enter the palace or not. After feeding Rong Yang, Little Milk Little Tuanzi was still not full. As long as there was good food, the little fellow could eat a lot. The Great Yan Emperor held him but didn't get a single bite of vegetable.

Rong He Shizi took a spiritual fruit from the fruit platter: "Rong Yang, eat a spiritual fruit."

Rong He Shizi held the spiritual fruit to the little Little Tuanzi's mouth. The little Little Tuanzi took a bite. The ministers eating in the palace together couldn't help but sigh; the dashing Rong He Shizi, now with a child, truly held him as if afraid he would melt in his palm.

"Delicious." Rong Yang had eaten this kind of soft and sticky spiritual fruit for the first time.

It was merely a low-grade spiritual fruit, but a rare variety. Rong He Shizi said: "Go find your father, He He Shizi."

Such a rare spiritual fruit was limited to one per child. Rong He Shizi brought two children, so he had gained; eating one more would be inappropriate. Rong Yang also knew that spiritual fruits were counted.

The little Little Tuanzi climbed down from the low stool and trotted over to He He Shizi.

He He Shizi was drinking wine and chatting with the Prime Minister. He looked up, saw them, immediately set down his wine cup, stood up, walked a few quick steps over, picked up the little Little Tuanzi, and returned to his seat.

"The young heir is very cute," the Prime Minister praised.

A hint of softness appeared in He He Shizi's eyebrows and eyes, gentle as jade: "Rong Yang is indeed cute."

A faint smile appeared on the Prime Minister's face. It was no fault of He He Shizi's for praising his own child. Destined to have no children in this life, suddenly having one, how could he not find him precious in every way?

It was a pity; many good things had been given freely to Qin He and her child.

Fu Bao had consumed a great deal of cultivation resources for children. If given to Rong Yang, the little Little Tuanzi would surely be raised even better. The Prime Minister's gaze fell on He He Shizi; this He He Shizi had indeed neglected his own child for the sake of his beloved.

He He Shizi took a handkerchief to wipe Rong Yang's mouth. The child was gnawing on a spiritual fruit: "Do you like this kind of spiritual fruit?"

Rong Yang nodded: "Yes, it is soft, sticky, and very sweet."

He He Shizi reached out and took another soft, sticky spiritual fruit for Rong Yang. Other ministers also brought their children to the meal; their ages were all older than Rong Yang and Rong Chi. His He He Shizi's child should have one.

This one eaten did not count; it was Rong He Shizi's portion.

The Prime Minister naturally understood this principle; his expression did not change at all. Rong Yang, having received the spiritual fruit, originally planned to leave immediately. The little Little Tuanzi did not leave; He He Shizi held him and peeled melon seeds for him.

Over with the Great Yan Emperor, Little Milk Little Tuanzi had also been given a spiritual fruit.

Little Milk Little Tuanzi held the fruit and took a bite. His eyes widened round with delight at the taste: "Father, two."

The Great Yan Emperor did not understand the childish words of the child. This half-sentence, Rong He Shizi and the young prince understood. The young prince knew that Little Milk Little Tuanzi loved to hoard things, and loved to eat even more.

"One spiritual fruit per child," the young prince said.

Rong He Shizi also said: "No."

Little Milk Little Tuanzi did not cry or make a scene; he was a sensible little Little Tuanzi. While gnawing on the spiritual fruit, the child looked around the palace banquet, saw Rong Yang holding such a soft, sticky spiritual fruit.

"Find big brother," Little Milk Little Tuanzi said in a milky voice.

Rong He Shizi remained silent for a moment, then sent Little Milk Little Tuanzi over.

The Prime Minister sat next to He He Shizi. He looked up and saw a new little Little Tuanzi in He He Shizi's arms. Rong He Shizi had said a word to He He Shizi and returned to his own seat.

Having been busy feeding the child, Rong He Shizi sat down to eat some food himself.

The Prime Minister asked Little Milk Little Tuanzi: "What is your name?"

"He Chi," Little Milk Little Tuanzi answered.

Prime Minister: "......"

He He Shizi and Rong Yang were also stunned. After a moment of reaction, Rong Yang explained: "Prime Minister, he says his name is He Chi, not 'drink eat'. Don't listen to him; his name is Rong Chi."

Prime Minister: "......"

Asking for a beating. If he were Rong He Shizi, he would beat the child upon returning home. "Drink eat"? Such a small child, look how clever you are. If Rong Yang was willing to be He Yang, the entire Yan Guogong Fu would be overjoyed.

Even so, He He Shizi was in a good mood. He discussed it with the Prime Minister, who gave up the spiritual fruit allocated to his own child. He He Shizi returned the favor by giving Rong Chi a soft, sticky spiritual fruit.

Little Milk Little Tuanzi ate one while holding another, hopping about happily.

Rong He Shizi was full, and Little Milk Little Tuanzi went back. Rong He Shizi then knew this little fellow still missed the things of Yan Guogong Fu. Was he angry? Rong Yang did not fight for it; only Little Milk Little Tuanzi was busy.

Rong He Shizi could not get angry. In a bad mood, he picked up Little Milk Little Tuanzi to leave the palace.

"Rong Yang," Rong He Shizi, holding the younger one, asked: "Return to Rong Wang Fu?"

He He Shizi said: "I will send him back in a while."

"That works." Rong He Shizi understood how rare it was for someone with a cursed wife and no children to cherish a child. He did not make things difficult for He He Shizi, but he had to state his piece: "Don't bring some Fu Bao and make our Rong Yang suffer."

The Prime Minister stood by Rong He Shizi: "I will keep an eye on it."

Great Yan Twenty's fortune value and luck value. Fu Bao had swallowed two auspicious clouds. Comparing the two, the Prime Minister still valued Great Yan Twenty's fortune and luck more. Children quarreling was fine, but Rong Yang suffering was not acceptable.

Rong He Shizi said: "Prime Minister, come to my residence later."

The Prime Minister smiled and agreed.

He He Shizi: "......"

Rong He Shizi held Little Milk Little Tuanzi. The child was a tiny ball. Even in the dead of winter, he did not stop eating the spiritual fruit. Rong Juan wanted to take the half-eaten spiritual fruit from the child's small hand.

"Eat it when we get home," Rong He Shizi said.

"No," Little Milk Little Tuanzi refused.

There was no choice. Rong He Shizi loved his child. He tucked the child's small cloak made of beast fur, wrapped him in a small quilt, and strode out of the hall. Little Milk Little Tuanzi was busy gnawing on the spiritual fruit.

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

When Rong He Shizi and Rong Chi returned to Rong Wang Fu, Qin Bi was already waiting at home. She did not know what was happening; it was not snowing, yet the sky was gloomy, looking somewhat like snow was about to fall.

Entering the room, the stove burned brightly, making it very warm.

Rong Juan He Shizi held the little milk Little Tuanzi and took a small blanket while Qin Bi stood before the man, unfastening the little cape for the small Little Tuanzi: "What did you eat in the palace?"

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

Qin Bi hesitated slightly: "I want to go to the Demon Beast Realm."