Chapter 68: Fu Bao Has Good Fortune

"I am looking for He He Shizi," Rong Yuan said.

The guard smiled: "Our Young Master is not at home; he has gone to the small space in the Demon Beast Realm."

Rong Yuan knew this; he was just here to play the pitiful child, poking the Marquis of Yan's Fu in the lungs every day. Once they learned who he was later and remembered his pitiful act now, heh, children are amusing.

Since the child would not leave, the guards were helpless.

"Why come to He He Shizi's home to play the pitiful child?" the Young Prince asked Rong Yuan quietly.

"The Marquis of Yan's Fu has so many good things, too many to fit," Rong Yuan whispered back: "I worry about emptying it for Fu Bao, so I must come to keep watch. If I have a younger brother, I won't have good things for him."

The Young Prince nodded: "Fu Bao has good fortune."

Rong Yuan took dried sweet potatoes from a small pouch and handed them to Yan Xun: "Here, eat this. My mother made these little snacks for me."

The Young Prince saw it was spiritual food, smiled and accepted it. The two children sat at the entrance of the Marquis of Yan's Fu, swinging their little legs while eating dried sweet potatoes. When the Marquis of Yan's Lady heard about it, she paid no attention, thinking children were just there to play.

They had not delivered a visiting card, nor did they show any intention of entering the residence.

It was not the first time; regarding other people's children, the Marquis of Yan's Lady felt no emotional waves.

After the Marquis of Yan's Old Lady fell ill, the Marquis of Yan's Lady also fell ill, mainly from a blocked heart. Qin Bi's pregnancy made her heart ache, and Qin He's pregnancy made her heart ache too; it was incredibly distressing.

Qin Bi looked at the sky from inside the house. It had been fine in the morning, but now it looked gloomy. She went to the study to find Rong Juan: "Young Master, the sky looks gloomy; do you think it will snow?"

Rong Juan pondered, and the strategist smiled: "Lady, it would be wonderful if it really snowed, but it is just a cloudy day."

"It just snowed; it shouldn't snow again." Rong Juan flicked his black brocade robe, stood up, and said: "Rong Yuan has been gone for quite a while. I will go fetch him back so he doesn't freeze."

Qin Bi nodded and walked out: "I feel cold too."

Hearing this, Rong Juan showed no expression on his face, but his heart tightened with pain. He should have gone with the child. Qin Bi hurried back to the bedroom to get Rong Yuan's Demon Beast fur cloak.

Seeing Qin Bi's hurried steps, Rong Juan reached out and picked her up.

Back in the bedroom, without Qin Bi needing to search, Rong Juan took the Demon Beast fur cloak. Thinking for a moment, he also took his own large Demon Beast fur cape. Both Qin Bi and Rong Juan knew which of the child's clothes was the thickest.

"Do not worry," Rong Juan comforted Qin Bi: "The world lacks rain; without a sect summoning it, rain or snow is unlikely."

"But Rong Yuan went to the Marquis of Yan's Fu," Qin Bi said just that.

If Rong Yuan went to the Marquis of Yan's Fu, perhaps it would rain or snow.

Rong Juan was surprised but did not ask Qin Bi why she thought so. He instructed Qin Bi not to go out and freeze, then left, got into the carriage, and went straight to the Marquis of Yan's Fu. By the time Rong Juan arrived, light snow began to fall from the sky.

Arriving outside the Marquis of Yan's Fu, Rong Juan's face grew cold. In such cold weather, the He family had not let the children enter the residence.

Rong Juan got off the carriage, took the large Demon Beast fur cape, strode over, wrapped the two children in the cape, and prepared to leave. The children were in a panic. Rong Yuan pulled himself out from the Demon Beast fur.

"Father," Rong Yuan held out his little hands and said: "Our little stool."

They hadn't given him anything; leaving a little stool behind was not acceptable.

Rong Juan turned back, flicked his sleeve, and stored the stool in his storage bag. The guards, terrified, did not dare approach and hurried inside to report. Fu Bao, Qin He's child, had just arrived at the residence. Seeing Fu Bao made the Marquis of Yan's Lady happy, so she stopped lying down.

The little girl was very cute and entertained the Marquis of Yan's Lady, improving the Lady's illness by more than half.

"Do not pay attention to them," the Marquis of Yan's Lady said upon hearing the guard's report.

The guard withdrew. Fu Bao's eyes rolled, and she suggested leaving.

The Marquis of Yan's Lady also felt a bit tired, so she ordered people to bring the items prepared for Fu Bao and see Fu Bao off. Big and small bags, anything a child would like, various crystal and jade stones, were all loaded onto the carriage.

Fu Bao strutted proudly, showing off to Rong Yuan on the Rong Wang Fu carriage, snorting with her nose in the air.

Rong Juan narrowed his eyes. The Young Prince exclaimed: "Wow, the Marquis of Yan's Fu indeed dotes on Fu Bao, giving her so many things."

Rong Yuan stopped looking and ran back to Rong Juan's side. Rong Juan pulled the child into his arms and said softly: "When we get home, I will open the Wang Fu's treasury. Rong Yuan, pick whatever you like; it is all Rong Yuan's."

"Wow," the Young Prince turned around and envied Rong Yuan again: "Nothing in the Imperial Palace belongs to me."

This was true; the Young Prince was merely a prince, and things in the Imperial Palace indeed did not belong to Yan Xun. Rong Juan laughed in exasperation, held Rong Yuan, and handed the child a bowl of warm water. It was not hot, nor cold; drinking it warmed the body.

Rong Yuan talked with the Young Prince, first sending the Young Prince back to the palace.

The Great Yan Emperor heard about this matter. Seeing Rong Juan's cold face, he was speechless: "Are you not bullying people? The Marquis of Yan's Fu knows nothing. You go and poke their lungs like this. Your own child has run to the gate multiple times to freeze. If the Marquis of Yan's family finds out in the future, how painful will it be for their hearts? Do not torture their hearts like this."

Rong Juan remained silent. Rong Yuan nestled in Rong Juan's arms without making a sound; next time, he would still go.

"Rong Yuan," the Great Yan Emperor, unable to scold Rong Juan, coaxed the child: "Nephew, let us not go there in the future."

Rong Yuan took a piece of dried sweet potato from his small pouch: "Royal Uncle, would you like some dried sweet potato?"

The Great Yan Emperor was a foodie; his eyes lit up: "Yes."

The child gave the dried sweet potato to the Great Yan Emperor, and then Rong Juan quickly carried Rong Yuan away.

Sweet potatoes are spiritual food. The dried sweet potatoes made from them were small. The Great Yan Emperor finished them in a few bites. Remembering he had words left to instruct, he looked for Rong Juan and his son again, but they were long gone.

The Great Yan Emperor: "......"

When Rong Juan and Rong Yuan returned home, Qin Bi touched the child's hand; it was warm, so she finally felt relieved. She took the child from Rong Juan's arms, carried him back to the room, and learned from the child's mouth that he had played the pitiful child outside the gate, while Fu Bao received big and small bags of good things.

Qin Bi sighed and told the child: "Rong Yuan, let us not go there in the future."

Rong Yuan looked up: "But I have no good things to give my younger brother."

"You do," Qin Bi said with a smile in her eyes: "Mother has reclaimed ten mu of fertile land for you, all planted with vegetables. I asked the strategist Lin Yao; the growth is promising. The vegetables from the ten mu of land are all yours."

The child pondered: "Our Great Yan lacks rain; crops do not grow well."

"Just wait," Qin Bi said with an air of confidence. Thinking of something, she asked the child first: "Am I amazing?"

Rong Yuan was very supportive: "Amazing."

Qin Bi smiled happily, her eyebrows and eyes bright, and said: "When your fertile land grows vegetables and produces a harvest that shocks the Prime Minister and the six Vice Ministers, ordinary vegetables will inevitably sell at the price of spiritual vegetables."

Rong Yuan was not easily fooled: "Without rain, vegetables do not grow."

Qin Bi said nothing, summoned Rong Yuan's auspicious cloud: "Rely on you to transport the rain."

The auspicious cloud was a small one, inexperienced, and did not understand what this meant.