Chapter 587

"Fubao," Prince Xue said, "those are other people's spirit fruits."

"We are relatives," Fubao looked up, feeling very reasonable, and said, "I call Rong Yang and Rong Chi's mother aunt; I am their niece. If I eat one of their spirit fruits, will aunt not let me?"

Prince Xue wanted to tell Fubao that their relationship was not as good as she thought; back then, when Qin Bi and He He Shizi got married, it was because Qin He, her childhood sweetheart, caused such a fuss that they divorced immediately after the wedding.

Could he tell Fubao this? No.

A friend called out to Prince Xue, so he turned to speak with him.

He didn't notice Fubao walking toward the group of children from Qin Yan Hou Fu; baskets upon baskets of spirit fruits had already been carried away, leaving only one basket behind. Rong Yang and Rong Chi refused to leave; today, their Rong Wang Fu was in the spotlight.

Yan Guogong and the young prince were watching the children. When Fubao approached, both Yan Guogong and the young prince saw her but said nothing; they were just watching the kids. Besides, a first-rank young lady held no sway over Yan Guogong and the young prince.

"Grandfather," Fubao called out.

Yan Guogong: "..."

Rong Yang snuggled against Yan Guogong, gnawing on a yellow pear. Yan Guogong was holding the little milk bun; who was Fubao calling? The children from Qin Yan Hou Fu exchanged glances, all guessing she was calling Yan Guogong.

The young prince glanced at Yan Guogong; this meant no agreement.

The little milk bun, a tiny ball, held a yellow pear and gnawed on it, looking left and right. When no one answered, he said, "Hey."

He had agreed to become someone's grandfather.

Yan Guogong: "..."

The young prince: "..."

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

"I wasn't calling you," Qin Yan's eldest legitimate son said anxiously.

The little milk bun held the yellow pear, took a bite, and asked, "Who are you calling grandfather?"

"I'm not calling you," the young prince laughed hard.

"I am calling Yan Guogong," Fubao shouted loudly.

Rong Yang got upset, his voice still babyish: "Yan Guogong is my grandfather."

Fubao shouted even louder: "My grandfather."

Rong Yang unleashed a burst of spiritual power, slapping Fubao; her face immediately swelled up.

Rong Yang said, "Dare to fight me for my grandfather?"

The children all dropped their expressions. Fubao burst into tears and lunged at Rong Yang. She was slightly older than him and had been fed with heavenly treasures since childhood, making her physically strong, while Rong Yang, like his parents, was not fat.

At such a young age, one couldn't tell their cultivation strength. Seeing his grandson Rong Yang as such a tiny ball, Yan Guogong felt he might be at a disadvantage, so he reached out and pulled Rong Yang into his arms as well.

Fubao stopped her lunge, incredulous: "Grandfather, Rong Yang hit me."

Yan Guogong was too lazy to waste words and said, "Guards, go fetch the Xue family. If they aren't there, fetch the Cui family. Take your young lady away; tell them she cannot get along with our Rong Yang and Rong Chi."

The guard received the order but hadn't left yet.

Then they heard the little milk bun Rong Chi swallow the yellow pear in his mouth, look up, and wail, "My Fubao!"

The guard stumbled, Yan Guogong's eyelid twitched, the young prince's hair crown straightened, and the children from Qin Yan Hou Fu stood dumbfounded. What kind of tone was this? Fubao wasn't even dead yet.

Yan Guogong lowered his eyes and told the little milk bun Rong Chi, "Eat your spirit fruit."

The little milk bun was very well-behaved and obedient. He took a huge bite of the spirit fruit. That's how kids are; after wailing about Fubao once, he went straight back to eating. Rong Yang also sat in Yan Guogong's arms, staring at Fubao.

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

Yan Guogong was a hereditary First-Rank Yan Guogong, blessed with fortune; how could anyone just call him grandfather? Rong Yang hated Fubao; if she dared to fight for his grandfather, Rong Yang would hit her.

The guard hurried to find people from Xue Wang Fu. The Ministry of Works was brightly lit, and they found Prince Xue quickly.

Prince Xue's friend went with him to the Rong Wang Fu table. Several young men first paid respects to Yan Guogong. Prince Xue called Fubao to leave, but Fubao burst into loud crying.

"Rong Yang hit me," Fubao complained.

Prince Xue froze, looking at Yan Guogong.

Yan Guogong said, "Do you have to interfere in children's fights?"

Adults generally don't interfere in children's fights. Besides, Rong Yang was younger than Fubao, and Fubao was sturdy, giving her an advantage in a fight. For an adult to interfere in a children's fight would be too undignified.

Fubao's face was swollen, and although Prince Xue was careless, he wasn't blind.

His heart sank, and Prince Xue felt somewhat annoyed.

"Rong Yang, Rong Chi, and Fubao cannot get along," Yan Guogong added. "Take your Fubao away. The children of my He family have bad tempers; whoever tries to take their things will not go unpunished. Your young lady has such a temper that my children cannot play with her."

Yan Guogong was protective of his own. Moreover, times had changed. Previously, Yan Guogong acted out of respect for He Yan; since his own son had a fate of losing wives and having no children, and since he liked Qin He, Yan Guogong had accommodated He Yan.

Losing wives and having no children was originally something unattainable.

Yan Guogong pitied his eldest legitimate son, so he turned a blind eye to He Yan raising Qin He and her child. But with Rong Yang born, that could no longer continue. If Qin He and Fubao knew when to stop, it would at least preserve some dignity.

But Qin He was obviously insatiable.

After consuming so much of Yan Guogong's resources, she was still not satisfied. Yan Guogong snorted lightly; he would not hold back. Compared to Rong Yang, he would naturally protect his own grandson.

Yan Guogong's implication was that Fubao had a habit of taking advantage and liked snatching others' things. Meeting Rong Yang, it was no wonder she got beaten; the children simply could not get along.

Prince Xue's face turned red. His friend didn't understand; what was going on?

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

Yan Guogong said to Prince Xue, "The children cannot get along. Do not bring Fubao to play with my Rong Yang and Rong Chi in the future."

Just as he finished speaking, the little milk bun Rong Chi, having eaten more than half a yellow pear and satisfied his craving, got energetic again and shouted at the top of his lungs, "My Fubao!"

Prince Xue almost jumped up. The young prince covered the little milk bun's mouth. In Great Yan, even the powerful had to follow reason. Adding fuel to the fire like this was terrible; how could they have forgotten the little milk bun?

"This, this..." Prince Xue was both angry and anxious. Fubao had not yet reached the age of stability, especially since she was raised on heavenly treasures and was prone to early death. "This is not right!"

Other little milk buns might not understand, but he knew whether it was right or not.

The little milk bun Rong Chi switched topics again, his voice babyish: "My uncle-in-law!"

Yan Guogong: "..."

Prince Xue and his friend both widened their eyes. Prince Xue pointed at Rong Chi, his lips trembling for a long time, yet he couldn't utter a single word. His friend wore an expression as if struck by lightning.

The young prince explained stubbornly, "He's tired. When children are tired, they act like this and talk nonsense."

Xue He Shizi believed his nonsense. What tired? It was as if he had no children himself. He had two children, yet none of them cried at others when they were fussy at bedtime. This little Little Tuanzi was mischievous.

But this really was just an ignorant little milk Little Tuanzi.

What could Xue He Shizi do? He could only reluctantly take Fu Bao and leave.