Chapter 587: Qin He Is Obviously Unsatisfied

"Fubao," Heir Xue said: "Those are other people's spiritual fruits."

"We are relatives," Fubao raised her head, feeling it made a lot of sense: "I call Rong Yang and Rong Chi's mother Aunt. I am the niece. If I eat one of their family's spiritual fruits, will Aunt not let me eat it?"

Heir Xue wanted to tell Fubao that their relationship wasn't as good as she thought. Back then, Qin Bi and Heir He married, but because of Qin He, this childhood sweetheart, it caused a divorce as soon as they married.

Could he tell Fubao this? No.

A friend called Heir Xue, and Heir Xue turned to talk to the person.

He didn't notice Fubao walking toward the group of children of the Qin Yan Marquis Manor. Basket after basket of spiritual fruits had already been moved away, and a basket was left. Rong Yang and Rong Chi didn't leave; today their Rong Prince Manor was glorious.

The Yan Guogong and the Little Imperial Prince watched the children. When Fubao walked over, both the Yan Guogong and the Little Imperial Prince saw it but didn't speak, both watching the children. Besides, a first-rank little Junzhu wasn't easy to deal with for the Yan Guogong and the Little Imperial Prince.

"Grandfather," Fubao called out.

Yan Guogong: "......"

Rong Yang leaned on the Yan Guogong's side, gnawing on a yellow sandalwood fruit. The Yan Guogong was holding the little milk bun. Who was Fubao calling? The children of the Qin Yan Marquis Manor looked at each other, probably guessing it was calling the Yan Guogong.

The Little Imperial Prince glanced at the Yan Guogong. This was not responding.

The little milk bun was a tiny little bundle, holding a yellow sandalwood fruit and gnawing, looking left and right, no one responded: "Hey."

He responded, becoming a grandfather to someone.

Yan Guogong: "......"

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

A group of children: "??????"

"Not calling you," the eldest legal son of Qin Yan said anxiously.

The little milk bun held the yellow sandalwood fruit and took a bite: "Calling who Grandfather?"

"Calling who is also not calling you," the Little Imperial Prince laughed uncontrollably.

"I called the Yan Guogong," Fubao said loudly.

Rong Yang was not having it, milky voice: "Yan Guogong is my grandfather."

Fubao super loudly: "My grandfather."

Rong Yang sent out a spiritual power, and Fubao received a slap. Immediately, her face swelled up.

Rong Yang said: "Dare to snatch my grandfather?"

The children all put away their expressions. Fubao wailed and pounced toward Rong Yang. She was a bit older than Rong Yang and had been fed with heaven-defying treasures since she was small, so her body was strong. Rong Yang followed his parents and was not fat.

A child this big, their cultivation strength couldn't be seen. The Yan Guogong saw his own grandson Rong Yang, such a tiny little bundle, and felt he would suffer a loss, so he reached out and held Rong Yang in his arms.

Fubao's pouncing action stopped, incredible: "Grandfather, Rong Yang hit me."

The Yan Guogong was too lazy to talk nonsense, opened his mouth: "Yan Yan Huwei, go call the Xue family. If the Xue family is not there, call the Cui family. Take their little Junzhu away, and just say their little Junzhu can't play with our Rong Yang and Rong Chi."

The guard accepted the order, but hadn't left yet.

Then he heard the little milk bun Rong Chi swallow the yellow sandalwood fruit in his mouth, look up and yell: "My Fubao!"

The guard stumbled. The Yan Guogong's eyelids jumped. The Little Imperial Prince's hair crown stood straight. The children of the Qin Yan Marquis Manor were even more dumbfounded. What kind of tone was this? Fubao wasn't dead yet.

The Yan Guogong lowered his eyes and said to the little milk bun Rong Chi: "Eat your spiritual fruit."

The little milk bun was very obedient and listened. "Ah-woo," he took a big bite of the spiritual fruit. This was a child; Fubao cried out, and next, she just cared about eating. Rong Yang also sat in the Yan Guogong's arms, staring at Fubao.

If she still wanted to snatch his grandfather, Rong Yang would hit her again.

The Yan Guogong was the hereditary first-rank Yan Guogong, carrying destiny. Who could just call him Grandfather? Rong Yang hated Fubao very much. Daring to snatch his grandfather, Rong Yang would hit her.

The guard walked quickly to find the Xue Prince Manor's people. The Ministry of Works was brightly lit. Soon, they found Heir Xue. Heir Xue's friend followed to the Rong Prince Manor's table. Several young people first paid respects to the Yan Guogong. Heir Xue called Fubao to leave, but Fubao wailed.

"Rong Yang hit me," Fubao complained.

Heir Xue was stunned and looked at the Yan Guogong.

The Yan Guogong said: "You also want to manage children fighting?"

Children fighting, generally adults didn't intervene. Besides, Rong Yang was younger than Fubao, and Fubao had the advantage in fighting. Adults intervening in children fighting was too low-class.

Fubao's face was swollen. Heir Xue was careless, but not blind.

His heart sank, and Heir Xue was a bit annoyed.

"Rong Yang, Rong Chi, and Fubao can't play together," the Yan Guogong said again: "Take your Fubao away. My He clan's children have bad tempers. Whoever snatches their things doesn't suffer a loss. Your little Junzhu's temper, my family's children can't play with her."

The Yan Guogong was protective, and today was different from the past. Before, the Yan Guogong looked at Heir He's face. His own son had the fate of "clashing with wives and having no children." Since he liked Qin He, the Yan Guogong indulged Heir He.

Clashing with wives and having no children, originally, it was something he couldn't seek.

The Yan Guogong felt sorry for his eldest legal son, so he turned a blind eye to Heir He raising Qin He and her child. But with Rong Yang, it wouldn't do. If Qin He and Fubao saw that it was enough, it could be considered leaving some face.

However, Qin He was obviously unsatisfied.

The Yan Guogong gave a light hum, and don't blame him for not leaving any face. Compared to Rong Yang, Fubao naturally protected his own grandson.

The Yan Guogong's implication was that Fubao's temper liked to take advantage and snatch other people's things. Encountering Rong Yang, not getting beaten would be strange. The children couldn't play together.

Heir Xue's face flushed red. His friend didn't understand the situation. What was going on?

"Grandfather," Fubao cried: "It was Rong Yang who hit me."

The Yan Guogong said to Heir Xue: "Children can't play together. Don't call Fubao to come find my Rong Yang and Rong Chi to play in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little milk bun Rong Chi gnawed more than half of the yellow sandalwood fruit, felt satisfied, and came to life again, pulling his throat and yelling: "My Fubao!"

Yan Guogong: "......"

Heir Xue and his friend both widened their eyes. Heir Xue pointed at Rong Chi, his mouth trembling for a long time, and he couldn't say a word. His friend had a face of being struck by lightning. The Little Imperial Prince covered the little milk bun's mouth. In Great Yan, powerful people also had to reason. How could this add fuel to the fire? How could he forget the little milk bun?

"This, this......" Heir Xue was both angry and anxious. Fubao hadn't reached the age of being settled, especially since Fubao was a child raised with heaven-defying treasures, and was prone to dying young: "This isn't right, is it?!"

Other little milk buns couldn't understand, but he knew when he said it wasn't right.

The little milk bun Rong Chi changed the subject again, milky voice: "My Aunt!"

Yan Guogong: "......"

Heir Xue and his friend both widened their eyes. Heir Xue pointed at Rong Chi, his mouth trembling for a long time, and he couldn't say a word. His friend had a face of being struck by lightning.

The Little Imperial Prince explained forcefully: "He's sleepy. Children are like this when they're sleepy, talking nonsense."

Heir Xue believed his evil. What sleepy? It was just like he didn't have children. He had two children, and he hadn't seen any of them cry for other people when they were crying for sleep. This little bundle was wickedly bad.

However, this was truly just an ignorant little milk bun.

What could Heir Xue do? He had no choice but to take Fubao and leave, feeling aggrieved. ===== CHAPTER 588 =====