Chapter 557: The Little Milk Bun Is a Little Money-Grubber

The Young Master's Wife: "......"

The Young Master's Wife also couldn't understand Qin He. The furs of high-grade demon beasts are all good things; unless a wolf demon beast's fur is poor, like foxes and similar demon beasts, their furs are all excellent.

The furs of the flame demon beasts killed at the Marquis Fu were all low-grade, with ugly gray colors. How could they compare to the high-grade demon beast fur in Qin He's hands? Why insist on the fur of flame demon beasts?

See? It would be strange if the He family gave anything to Qin He.

The Young Master's Wife also knew that the Fourth Branch did not like Qin He.

But Qin He, can't you see? You insist on asking the Fourth Branch for things.

"I will go tell Qin He," the Young Master's Wife said. "There is no more flame demon beast fur."

Lady He ignored her, and the Young Master's Wife left.

Returning to the courtyard of Marquis Qin Yan's wife, the Young Master's Wife told Qin He: "Fourth Aunt said there is no more flame demon beast fur. The flame demon beasts our Marquis Fu killed were all low-grade, with ugly colors. You had better not ask for any."

Qin He sighed: "Why must Fourth Aunt make things difficult for a junior like me?"

Marquis Qin Yan's wife helplessly rubbed her forehead. Who else would she make things difficult for if not you? She is making things difficult for you specifically. Don't you know what you did regarding Qin Bi's marriage? The Fourth Branch and the Second Branch are on bad terms because of it.

Qin He rushed over eagerly, bringing this upon herself.

"Look, there isn't any," Marquis Qin Yan's wife spread her hands. "It is too late to make a dress now. Anything made in a rush won't be done carefully. If you have other new dresses, don't make one."

Qin He would not leave: "Fu Bao just wants a dress made of flame demon beast fur."

She acted as if she were in a difficult position; the child wanted it, and she felt helpless.

The Young Master's Wife frowned slightly, and Marquis Qin Yan's wife had to reprimand Qin He: "You cannot indulge the child in everything. A first-rank young lady must be reasonable. Qin He, you are lax in your discipline. Look at what people outside say about Fu Bao? Do not raise the child to be useless."

Qin He was both angry and annoyed, and also lost face. Qin He considered herself the female lead of a cultivation story, yet she was scolded by scholars and strategists to the point she dared not leave her home. Today, she came to Marquis Qin Yan's Fu for the fur of flame demon beasts.

As a result, with just a few words, Marquis Qin Yan's wife mentioned that she had not raised Fu Bao well. Even if Qin He was arrogant, she knew she had lost face. Unable to stay, Qin He stood up and left.

"Sigh..." Marquis Qin Yan's wife let out a long sigh.

Exhausted, somewhat tired.

Managing the household was not as tiring for Marquis Qin Yan's wife as dealing with Qin He. Both she and the Young Master's Wife completely failed to understand what Qin He was thinking. Previously, Qin He had received heavenly treasures and earthly gifts from the He Young Master. What did she lack? She should lack nothing.

Qin He could also produce high-grade demon beast skins. Before her marriage, Qin He wore clothes made of high-grade demon beast skins. The younger generation did not know how much they envied Qin He's dresses and jewelry.

After marrying into the Xue Wang Fu, Qin He should have lacked even less.

To put it another way, even if Qin He really liked flame demon beast skins, considering her relationship with the Fourth Branch, she could simply go to the high-end fur shop on Spirit Plant Street and buy one with money.

As long as she had silver, she could pick and choose. Were the flame demon beast furs killed by Marquis Qin Yan not good enough?

Buying it with her own silver would allow her to choose the color she liked and not have to read anyone's expression. How comfortable would that be? Why couldn't Qin He see this? Why insist on asking the Fourth Branch for flame demon beast skins?

Look, Lady He gave you the cold shoulder!

"Qin He is truly straightforward," the Young Master's Wife said. "How can she not see that the Fourth Aunt's whole family dislikes her? Losing face like this is so bad. Fourth Aunt is really something. Qin Bi is already married with children; she should let go of the past."

Marquis Qin Yan's wife ignored the nonsense that followed, glanced at the Young Master's Wife, and said: "Qin He is not straightforward. Who knows what she is thinking? She is probably having a hard time and wants to reconcile with the Fourth Branch."

The Young Master's Wife lowered her head, thought for a moment, and said: "Fourth Aunt's meaning is: no way."

Indeed, Marquis Qin Yan's Wife did not want to get involved either. Things had become too rigid back then, making it hard to mediate reconciliation today. Second Lady Cui Shi probably regretted it too, letting Qin He cause trouble.

If they could reconcile with the Fourth Branch, that would be best.

Actually, they had not completely broken ties; they were just not close.

Qin Lang, having gathered news, ran over in a hurry to tell Qin Bi: "Sister, Qin He went to ask First Aunt for flame demon beast fur, but didn't get it. Qin He left with a bad expression."

Not getting it was good. Qin Bi smiled and said: "Then let's watch her continue to have bad luck."

Qin Lang narrowed his eyes: "Qin He is too desperate."

Qin Bi nodded. Yes, Qin He had no reason to insist on getting flame demon beast fur, yet Qin He just opened her mouth and asked for it, not caring about her face. It must be due to her system.

Before, although Qin Bi always talked about borrowing good fortune and luck, she actually didn't believe it much. But seeing Qin He rush so desperately for flame demon beast fur, even Qin Lang started to suspect.

The Young Master's courtyard in the Prince's Fu was busy boiling sugar. After it was ready, Qin Bi grabbed a handful for Qin Lang, and Qin Lang left happily.

The Rong Young Master held the little milk bun, Rong Chi, and went to the Rong Prince's courtyard. Qin Bi also wrapped a bag of little sweet radish candies and put them in Rong Chi's arms. The little milk bun immediately reached out, took one, and ate it.

The Rong Young Master raised an eyebrow. Qin Bi said to the little milk bun: "Give it to your grandfather."

The little milk bun asked: "To my brother's grandfather?"

"The Yan Guogong Fu likes to give things to other people's children," Qin Bi said, worried the child might drop the paper bag. She let the little milk bun hold it and said: "Don't give it to them."

The little milk bun was a little money-grubber: "I will go ask for some too."

Rong Juan: "......"

Qin Bi: "......"

Now he was joining the fun. Knowing the Yan Guogong Fu liked to raise other people's children, the little milk bun actually wanted to go ask for things too. This would surely make the Yan Guogong's wife sick with anger.

The little milk bun turned his head, looked at Rong Juan with bright eyes: "Go ask?"

"No," the Rong Young Master decisively refused.

The little milk bun did not make a scene. If he didn't go, he didn't go. His family had more than enough good things to eat.

Considering Qin Bi's fear of trouble, Rong Juan only took the little milk bun to the Rong Prince's courtyard. Upon seeing the Rong Prince, the little milk bun took a candy from the paper package, put it in his mouth, and handed the package to the Rong Prince.

"Grandfather," the little milk bun Rong Chi said. "For you."

The Rong Prince was overjoyed by his grandson's coaxing. He took the paper package and looked inside: little sweet radish candies. If it were other spirit foods, the Rong Prince would have accepted them, but little sweet radish candies were for children to eat.

The Rong Prince refused and handed it to Rong Juan: "Save it for the child to eat."

Rong Juan did not take it: "You eat it. Rong Yang, Rong Chi, and the Young Master's Wife have some too."

The Rong Prince did not think the Young Master's Wife shouldn't eat it. Qin Bi's lifespan had been damaged, and it took the entire foundation of the Rong Wang Fu to restore her. Eating anything was not excessive. Since Rong Juan said so, the Rong Prince put it away.

As for whether the Rong Prince would share it with his concubine-born sons and daughters, Rong Juan did not care.

Rong Juan sat down and chatted with the Rong Prince about the Red Flame Festival.

The little milk bun did not make a scene. After finishing the candy in his mouth, the Rong Prince gave him two more.