Chapter 577: Heir Rong is a Powerful Minister

Qin Bi: "......"

There was no need for the Little Imperial Prince to say it; she knew. It wasn't just that you couldn't harvest crops without a basket; you couldn't collect anything without a basket. In this Cultivation World, whether a family was well-off depended on how many baskets they had saved up.

Qin Bi's understanding was that the more baskets you saved, the better, and you shouldn't lend them out.

The little milk bun mimicked her: "Save baskets."

"Mother," Rong Yang said, "I want some too."

Qin Bi immediately became proactive: "I will save baskets with all my might."

She was destined to have no children in this life and the last; such was her fate, and there was nothing to be done about it. Having no children in her past life was set in stone, but in this life, she had Rong Yang and Rong Chi. Qin Bi knew that children were hard to come by, so naturally, she had to cherish them doubly.

She truly loved Rong Yang and Rong Chi; otherwise, she would never have let go of her grudge with Heir He. It was precisely because of Rong Yang that Qin Bi was willing to let it go. If Rong Yang had not been born, Qin Bi would never have considered letting it go in her heart.

However, the child was such a tiny little bundle, and having come to her side, Qin Bi's heart softened, and she grew fond of them.

So, let it go, then.

Qin Bi looked at the two little bundles with a gentle smile. The Little Imperial Prince said, "Heir Consort, you are like a fairy."

Qin Bi glanced at the Little Imperial Prince: "Qin He is the fairy."

"Why mention Heir Consort Xue?" The Little Imperial Prince was eating snail meat, which was both spicy and fragrant. He hissed: "You can't be angry. Besides, Heir Consort Xue earns silver and opens shops; she doesn't really look like a fairy."

Qin Bi was surprised and took another look at the Little Imperial Prince. Ever since Qin He transmigrated, the Little Imperial Prince was the first to say such things about her. In the Marquis Manor, most people felt Qin He was blessed and had good popularity.

The sisters in the Marquis Manor even flattered Qin He, saying she was like a fairy, and no one had ever refuted it!

Only the Little Imperial Prince pointed out that Qin He was full of worldly greed.

Qin Bi smiled slightly: "Disciples of the Immortal Sect are different, after all."

"You can go to the Immortal Sect too," the Little Imperial Prince said, knowing a lot: "As long as you wait for Rong Yang and Rong Chi to get a bit older, and Heir Rong agrees, you can go to the Immortal Sect to study."

When the Little Imperial Prince said this, he glanced at Rong Yang, who was looking at him while eating spicy river snails.

The Little Imperial Prince didn't care if Rong Yang would mimic him anymore; he leaned close to Qin Bi and whispered: "Heir Rong is a powerful minister. He carries the killing aura and destiny of a powerful minister, which even the Immortal Sect is wary of. As long as Heir Rong permits it, you can go to the Immortal Sect to study."

Qin Bi shook her head and said with a smile: "I won't go."

Rong Chi hugged Qin Bi and said to the Little Imperial Prince: "Not going, have to stay home and watch the children."

Qin Bi: "......"

Little Imperial Prince: "......"

Rong Yang also said: "Younger brother is still small, and I am small too."

Little Imperial Prince: "I didn't say anything."

"You did," Rong Chi said.

The Little Imperial Prince hurriedly coaxed Rong Yang and Rong Chi: "Don't tell Heir Rong, okay?"

Rong Yang hesitated to speak. He and his younger brother would definitely tell their father. However, the Little Imperial Prince seemed to have forgotten that Mother Qin Bi was the one most likely to tattle; what was the point of telling them to keep quiet?

Qin Bi said bluntly: "I will tell Heir Rong."

Little Imperial Prince: "......"

He He Shizi Consort had such a good temper; how could she be like this? The whole family loved to tattle to Heir Rong, and Heir Rong treated each one of them like a treasure. Really, he wouldn't play with them anymore.

Just then, Qin Lang ran over: "Qin He has gone to the Ministry of Revenue too."

Qin Bi gave a plate of stir-fried spicy river snails to Qin Lang. Qin Lang took it, sat down, and took the bamboo skewer from Rong Chi's hand. Only then could the maid step forward to serve freshly brewed tea.

"Isn't she with the people from the Immortal Sect?" Qin Bi wasn't surprised, but she was still a bit puzzled.

Being with the people from the Immortal Sect, there was no need to go to the Ministry of Revenue.

"To show off, of course," Qin Lang said while eating snail meat: "The Ministers of the Six Ministries, Heir Rong, and Heir He have all gone to the Ministry of Revenue. With such a chance to show her face, how could someone as calculating as Qin He not go?"

"Surely not," the Little Imperial Prince said: "Heir Consort Xue wouldn't go that far."

Qin Lang didn't discuss Qin He's character with the Little Imperial Prince. It was fine for his own family to curse Qin He, but in front of an Imperial Prince, it was better not to put their discord on display; it wasn't good for anyone.

"Did only Qin He go to the Ministry of Revenue?" Qin Bi asked: "Did Fubao not go?"

Qin He had always relied on Fubao, who was born having swallowed two auspicious clouds. If not for the auspicious clouds on Fubao, the Emperor of Great Yan wouldn't give Qin He much face; she was just a concubine-born daughter of a Marquis Manor.

Qin He liked to have Fubao gain face for her. Qin Bi felt that Qin He might have brought Fubao along.

"Fubao went," Qin Lang said disdainfully: "Just standing by Qin He's side, adding to Qin He's luck value. However, she hasn't managed to seize and open a small space in the Beast Realm yet."

Qin Bi also gave a disdainful snort. Qin He's intentions were too easy to guess.

"Qin Han and the others all went too." Qin Lang had run to the Rong Prince Manor in his spare time just to tell Qin Bi about the situation at the Ministry of Revenue, letting Qin Bi hear the gossip, since Qin Bi wasn't going to the Ministry of Revenue anyway.

The little milk buns Rong Chi and Rong Yang ate while listening to Qin Lang talk.

The Little Imperial Prince also listened with great interest and couldn't sit still. When Qin Lang was about to go to the Ministry of Revenue to continue gathering information, the Little Imperial Prince followed. The little milk bun Rong Chi also wanted to follow, but Qin Bi wouldn't let him go.

"Stay home with your older brother and mother," Qin Bi coaxed him.

"I won't," the little milk bun Rong Chi hugged the Little Imperial Prince: "I want to go find Father."

"Let him go," Qin Bi stopped coaxing. She turned and sat down, pulling the large plate filled with stir-fried spicy river snails over to her and Rong Yang: "Rong Yang, let's eat all these spiritual river snails ourselves."

"Okay," Rong Yang agreed in a milky voice.

The little milk bun was a tiny little bundle, short, and stood on his tiptoes to look at the plate on the table, only to see a full plate of stir-fried spicy river snails. If they ate these, there would be none left.

"I'm not going anymore," the little milk bun Rong Chi immediately stretched out his little hands for Qin Bi to hold him.

"That's right, we aren't going," Qin Bi leaned over and smiled as she picked up the little milk bun: "We have delicious food at home, and we'll eat it all. We won't leave any for anyone; nobody else will get to eat these delicious, explosive stir-fried spicy river snails."

The little milk bun nodded: "Older brother, Mother, I, we eat."

"Leave a little for Father," Rong Yang never forgot Rong Juan.

The little milk bun Rong Chi nodded: "Leave a tiny bit."

Qin Bi waved her hand. Qin Lang and the Little Imperial Prince had already run off, and the little milk bun Rong Chi didn't see them, so he didn't make a fuss. Children, after all, could be troublesome, but compared to Rong Yang, Rong Chi was more like Qin Bi.

Qin Lang continued to gather information and ran to the Rong Prince Manor to tell Qin Bi.

Qin Bi, Rong Yang, and Rong Chi were busy eating at home. The spiritual river snails were truly delicious; they had a lot of shell and little meat, so they were hard to eat, but the more you ate, the better they tasted. When the Little Imperial Prince returned, he joined them in eating.

Today, Qin He had shown off to her heart's content. She had joined high-level cultivators to help seize a small space in the Beast Realm, split the seized space open, and after that, they could enter the small space in the Beast Realm.

When the business at the Ministry of Revenue was finished, Heir Rong flicked his sleeves and left.

Heir He also left a step ahead. When Qin He looked for Heir He, she didn't find him, and Qin He felt depressed. ===== CHAPTER 578 =====