Chapter 537

It could be said that everyone who was in a team with Qin Tan this time had a bountiful harvest.

Every family was happy and joyful, eating spiritual food.

Returning on the first day, they naturally had to reward themselves, and their own family members could also eat a good meal together. Among the families, the great cultivation clans were simply generous; the Su Guogong Manor ate magnificently.

They were all foodies!

The Rong Prince Manor was even more so; for no other reason than that the two young heirs of the Rong Prince Manor were the most precious.

What was this about eating spiritual food being beneficial for cultivation? Qin Bi doted on her children; as long as Rong Yang and Rong Chi liked to eat it, she would give it to them. He He Shizi of Rong did not spoil the children, but he had a fate of being a widower without children for several lifetimes.

In this lifetime, having children, the Heir of Rong naturally regarded them as precious treasures.

Furthermore, the little milk bun didn't know who he took after; after he was full, he would put a few small sweet radishes in his little pocket—they were washed, and he would take one to eat whenever he wanted. The little guy could already wobble and walk.

The little milk bun held onto the door frame, wanting to go out. The little Imperial Prince ran over. "Rong Chi, it's evening. What are you going to do? Play in the room."

"Go to the storeroom," the little milk bun said.

"What are you going to the storeroom for?" The little Imperial Prince wouldn't let him go.

The little milk bun insisted on going, and the little Imperial Prince couldn't make the call. He He Shizi of Rong carried the little milk bun and Rong Yang to the storeroom, and the little Imperial Prince followed. What were they doing in the storeroom in the middle of the night?!

What were they doing? The little milk bun was inspecting his territory.

"My," the little milk bun said, pointing at the spiritual food.

The little Imperial Prince: "..."

He He Shizi of Rong: "..."

"It's yours," the Heir of Rong said. "And it's also Rong Yang's."

The little milk bun didn't mind that his elder brother had a share. He wouldn't let them carry him anymore, got down, wobbled over to look at the baskets, and checked how much family property he had. He was simply a little money-grubber, and Rong Yang followed along to inspect as well.

The little Imperial Prince: "Who does he take after?"

He He Shizi of Rong: "... Qin Lang."

The little Imperial Prince said, "He's a real money-grubber."

The two children were indeed money-grubbers. In the past, Rong Yang, as the elder brother, would have stopped the little milk bun, but this time, Rong Yang also approved of inspecting the family property. The two little buns watched carefully, staring as the Heir of Rong closed the storeroom.

He He Shizi of Rong picked up the two little buns. Rong Chi said in a milky voice, "My."

He He Shizi of Rong: "..."

"It's yours," the Heir of Rong said, somewhat annoyed.

The little milk bun thought of his family property and laughed in surprise, very happy. Rong Yang was also happy, and the little Imperial Prince, seeing this, became happy as well. Children who were doted on were carefree.

He He Shizi of Rong carried the children back to the inner courtyard and said to the little Imperial Prince, "You don't need to look after the children anymore."

The little Imperial Prince ran off to play. He was a half-grown boy and was hungry again, so he ran to the kitchen to fetch the leftover snails, then went to the stove in the main hall to pick out the snail meat to eat.

There was probably still a jin of stir-fried spicy snails, and the little Imperial Prince decided to eat them all.

Otherwise, he would be too greedy to sleep at night.

He poked out a piece of snail meat and put it in his mouth; it was spicy and fragrant, incredibly delicious.

Return to the palace? The little Imperial Prince wouldn't go back. How could the palace compare to looking after children and eating well at the Rong Prince Manor? Whenever there was something good to eat in the palace, Fubao would run over to watch; she was a child born after swallowing two auspicious clouds.

There was no help for it; they could only give it to her to eat.

The little Imperial Prince sighed, ate a stir-fried spicy snail, and felt better.

In the Heir's bedroom, while the Heir of Rong was taking off Rong Yang's little robe, the little milk bun Rong Chi was playing with his little feet. He didn't sit steadily and rolled to Qin Bi's side, so the Heir of Rong hurriedly carried him away.

Qin Bi opened her eyes, and the Heir of Rong said, "You sleep."

The little milk bun's eyes lit up. "Get up and play."

Qin Bi wanted to get up, but Rong Juan said, "No need to pay him any mind."

Rong Juan quickly took off the little milk bun Rong Chi's little robe and threw him into the quilt. Rong Yang also got into the quilt, whispering to the little milk bun Rong Chi not to disturb Qin Bi's sleep.

The little milk bun finally settled down.

Qin Bi lay back down and fell asleep before long. He He Shizi of Rong sat by the bed, staring at his wife and children. Only then did the maidservants and nannies have a chance to approach the bedside, take the little heir's shoes to put them away, and clean up the things the children had dropped before retreating.

With the Heir of Rong keeping watch, the little milk bun stopped fussing and soon fell asleep.

Rong Yang also slept soundly, and the Heir of Rong accompanied them in silence. The little milk bun kicked off his quilt, so he reached out to tuck it in for him. A moment later, the Heir of Rong got up and went to the study to see his advisors.

Qin Bi slept until the next day, then got up to play with the children.

A spiritual sweet potato was roasting on the stove. When it was done, Qin Bi peeled one to eat; it was very floury, the kind that falls apart. Qin Bi was pleasantly surprised; she loved eating this kind of floury spiritual sweet potato.

Qin Bi ate, Rong Yang and Rong Chi also ate, and the little Imperial Prince accompanied them.

He He Shizi of Rong came over, and Qin Bi asked, "Are the skins of the flame beasts ready?"

He He Shizi of Rong saw that she had rested well and that her complexion was fine. "Yes."

He He Shizi of Rong called the little Imperial Prince to leave. Before long, the little Imperial Prince brought back the colorful flame beast skins; they were all high-grade beasts, the fur color was excellent, and the fur was soft.

Qin Bi took the skins to choose the colors, and the little Imperial Prince ran off to play; since the Heir's wife was looking after the children, he could go play.

The two little buns also chose, touching them. "So warm."

"What color fur do you like?" Qin Bi asked.

Rong Yang said, "Black."

Rong Chi: "Pink, warm."

Qin Bi looked at the cute children and teased them on purpose. "Rong Yang, I'll make yours pink, and Rong Chi, yours will be black."

Rong Yang: "..."

Rong Chi: "..."

The two little buns were dumbfounded.

"I want pink," the little milk bun emphasized.

Rong Yang also said, "I want black."

Qin Bi gave the black flame beast skin to Rong Chi and the pink one to Rong Yang. She even said, "I'll just make Rong Yang's pink and Rong Chi's little robe black."

Rong Yang didn't say anything, but the little milk bun wouldn't have it and stood up from his little stool.

The child wobbled as he walked outside. "I'm going to tell Father that his wife is bad."

She dared to say she was bad? Qin Bi said to Rong Yang, "Catch him for me."

Rong Yang ran over and grabbed Rong Chi.

Rong Chi had great strength, but Rong Yang did too. Being pulled by Rong Yang, Qin Bi went over, and together with Rong Yang, they picked up the little milk bun and threw him onto the little bed. Qin Bi and Rong Yang dealt with him.

It was just playing, but the little guy was tickled until he laughed out loud.

"Are you still going to tell your father?" Qin Bi asked.

"Not going to tell anymore," Rong Chi said in a little milky voice, which was very cute.

Qin Bi loved the two little guys very much and played happily. Qin Bi and the children were in a tangle of fun; Rong Chi loved the excitement. After playing for a while, Qin Bi took the flame beast skins again, pondering how to make the little heir's robes.

"Do you want little boots?" Qin Bi asked.

"Yes," Rong Yang nodded.

"Yes," Rong Chi also said.

Qin Bi selected the flame beast skins and planned to ask the He clan to help her cut them later. Rong Yang and Rong Chi sat on the little bed, rummaging through the colorful flame beast skins.

Qin Bi grabbed some small sweet radishes again, shared them with the children to eat, and discussed what to have for lunch.

Qin Bi was happy, and the little buns were happy; their laughter could be heard throughout the courtyard.