Chapter 558

"Grandfather." The little milk bun called out.

"Yes." The Rong Prince gave him two more pieces of small sweet radish candy.

Rong Juan carried the little milk bun back. Qin Bi saw the little milk bun holding the small sweet radish candy in his hand, still eating it, and guessed it probably wasn't his own.

Qin Bi knew best just how much of a money-grubber the little guy was.

"How many pieces did he eat?" Qin Bi asked.

Rong Juan lowered his head and looked at the little milk bun: "Not many."

"How many pieces did you eat?" Qin Bi knew Rong Juan was protecting the little milk bun, so she simply asked Rong Chi.

Rong Chi: "..."

No need to ask; Qin Bi had an idea. She gave another bag of small sweet radish candy to Rong Chi. Rong Juan went back again. The little milk bun didn't eat less on the way; candy made from small sweet radishes didn't hurt a child's teeth.

Therefore, Rong Juan didn't stop him.

Seeing Rong Juan return, the Rong Prince was puzzled. The little milk bun gave a bag of small sweet radish candy to the Rong Prince, and the Rong Prince understood what was going on. He was surprised; Rong Juan's Shizifei was much better than that Qin He.

Both were concubine-born daughters of the Qin Yan Hou Fu, but Qin He was somewhat embarrassing.

The Rong Prince shared half with Rong Chi. The little milk bun took it happily, and Rong Juan put it into his small storage bag for him. Once put away, they returned to the Heir's courtyard. By mid-afternoon, the Yan Guogong Manor sent over spiritual melon seeds.

There were several kinds of spiritual melon seeds, all boiled, and some stir-fried.

"Wow." The little milk bun drooled.

Rong Juan took a small handkerchief, wiped his drool, and laughed in exasperation: "When have you ever been short of food?"

The little milk bun grabbed a few—actually wanting to grab a big handful—but his little hands were busy, and he only grabbed a few stir-fried white sunflower seeds. He put them in his mouth to crack them, but couldn't.

Rong Juan gave him to Qin Bi. The man used his hands to separate the various spiritual melon seeds into two portions: one for Qin Bi and one for the little milk bun. Rong Yang was at the Yan Guogong Manor and wasn't short of spiritual melon seeds to eat.

The little milk bun Rong Chi hugged his portion and negotiated with Qin Bi: "Swap."

Qin Bi shook her head: "No swap."

The little milk bun looked up at Rong Juan, then gave up.

The little milk bun put some of the spiritual melon seeds into his storage bag and asked Qin Bi: "Where did you put yours?"

Qin Bi said: "I'm not telling you."

The little milk bun: "..."

Looking up, the little milk bun complained to the Heir: "She won't tell me."

Rong Juan laughed in exasperation, and Qin Bi also laughed; she just wouldn't tell him. Qin Bi grabbed a few kinds of spiritual melon seeds and put them on a plate. The little milk bun looked at Rong Juan, then at Qin Bi, and reached out his little hand to take some from the plate to eat.

Qin Bi sat down and also took a spiritual melon seed to eat.

Rong Juan asked: "Do you like eating them?"

Qin Bi smiled and nodded: "Delicious."

The little milk bun also tried to get close and nodded: "Delicious."

Qin Bi was speechless. He was sucking on a melon seed in his mouth until the saltiness was gone, without even cracking it open, and he still called it delicious? It was truly mindless praise. Rong Juan couldn't watch anymore and told the little guy to spit it out.

The little milk bun wouldn't spit it out; he couldn't bear to.

Qin Bi grabbed a handful and bargained: "I'll give you a handful."

The little milk bun spat it out immediately. These were spiritual melon seeds, after all. Qin Bi peeled the shell and gave it to him to eat. The little milk bun reached out his little hand, and Qin Bi gave him the handful of spiritual melon seeds she had grabbed.

Rong Juan watched, not favoring either one.

Qin He was still unwilling to give up. At home, she picked and chose, and with a hardened heart, she selected two high-grade beast pelts and went to the Qin Yan Hou Fu, giving one to her legal mother, the Second Madam Cui Shi.

"Speak," Second Madam Cui Shi said, "what is the matter?"

Qin He pouted and acted spoiled: "Fubao wants a dress made of flame beast fur."

Second Madam Cui Shi took a sip of tea: "Go find the Shizifei."

Qin He immediately smiled lightly, stood up, and went to find the Shizifei.

Qin He entered the door with a smile and took the high-grade beast pelt to the Shizifei. This piece was an Orchid-tier high-grade beast pelt.

Anything better, Qin He couldn't bear to part with.

The Shizifei was puzzled. What time was it? There was no time to make clothes for the Red Flame Festival. If she had given it to her earlier, she could have made a dress. The fur felt nice.

However, the Shizifei said: "I like it very much; it will definitely be beautiful for a dress."

"Yes," Qin He said smoothly: "This Fubao also likes to wear beautiful dresses. Sister-in-law, can you talk to the Eldest Aunt and take a piece of flame beast fur from the public treasury?"

The Shizifei suddenly realized—well, Qin He hadn't given up in the face of difficulty.

"I'm afraid..." the Shizifei hesitated: "It won't work."

Qin Bi begged: "Sister-in-law, go ask; your face carries more weight than mine."

The Shizifei didn't mind speaking directly: "There really isn't any extra. Whatever there is must be sent to relatives and friends. The Red Flame Festival is generally cold, and flame beast fur is very popular."

Qin He lowered her head: "Sigh."

She sighed deliberately for the Shizifei to see.

What Qin He was calculating was the flame beast fur in the Shizifei's hands. She had heard that the Shizifei had prepared flame beast clothes for the child, so there must be extras!

The Shizifei also sighed. Qin He was dumbfounded and had to ask: "Sister-in-law, do you have any leftover flame beast fur? Even just some scraps will do. I'll make a pair of furry shoes for Fubao."

"What is wrong with you?" the Shizifei said to Qin He: "Fubao is a First-Rank Little Junzhu. Everything must be the best. Wearing them also brings blessings and luck. How can Fubao use scraps?"

Qin He was annoyed but couldn't show it: "She's a child, it doesn't matter. Sister-in-law, hurry and find some for me."

The Shizifei spread her hands: "There aren't even any scraps."

Qin He's smile froze on her face. She thought the Shizifei was making things difficult for her and not giving her face, but that wasn't the case. The Shizifei was also frustrated; the flame beast fur her mother-in-law gave her was only enough to make clothes for the child.

As for the little bit left over, the Qin Yan Hou Madam had already sent a maid to take it away.

Oh my, the Shizifei glanced at Qin He and secretly complained. She hadn't expected that even scraps of flame beast fur would be so sought after. If she had known, she would have kept a scrap for herself.

Qin He didn't get anything and was heartbroken to death, having wasted two high-grade beast pelts for nothing.

Since the Heir He wasn't sending her anything anymore, Qin He had to calculate the use of every good thing in her hands. Having given away two high-grade beast pelts for nothing, someone like Qin He would be heartbroken to death.

If she had known, she would have asked the Shizifei if there were any leftover flame beast fur scraps first. If there weren't, she wouldn't have given the high-grade beast pelts. Qin He was full of regrets; she hadn't gained any benefits and had instead wasted things for nothing.

Qin Lang wandered around and went back to tell Qin Xun.

Qin Xun was thoughtful: "In the future, our Third and Fourth branches should try not to get involved with the public treasury."

Qin Lang nodded, and the two went to find Qin Tang and told him about it.

Afterwards, Qin Lang ran to the Rong Prince Manor.

After Qin Bi found out, she breathed a sigh of relief and instructed Qin Lang: "Go back and tell the Eldest Sister-in-law and the others, don't give her our things under any circumstances. Qin He not having things go her way is truly great."