Chapter 8: Borrowing the Great Yan Emperor's Blessings

Qin Bi held the small garment, touching its softness, and a trace of tenderness crossed her heart.

Ever since the Yan Guogong Manor's marriage angered her, Qin Bi had been dazed and had a headache, her heart not mastering her spirit. At this moment, she actually had a sense of reality, and she felt that making a small garment was quite fun.

Soon Qin Bi was tired, put the small garment aside, and went to sleep.

Rong Juan put away the small garment, carefully storing it. The child's clothes must be kept well.

The temperature was still cool at the beginning of spring. By the second month, Rong Juan calculated the days and saw that Qin Bi was still in a lazy state. Rong Juan chose a day with good sunshine and let Qin Bi go to the courtyard.

"Your lifespan is damaged, and your heart does not master your spirit. Take advantage of the good spring and summer weather to sunbathe more." Rong Juan took a purple clay bracelet and put it on Qin Bi: "Plant something in the courtyard, touch the trees and flowers; it can nourish your spirit."

This fictional world lacks plants, Qin Bi complained inwardly. However, this is the Prince's Manor, which shouldn't be comparable to the Qin Yan Marquis Manor. The entire Qin Yan Marquis Manor only had a few trees and a few flowers.

The Fourth Branch's courtyard only had orchid grass, the kind that doesn't bloom, and even then, there was only one.

One could imagine the courtyard of a concubine-born daughter. In the summer, if you had nothing to do and looked around the courtyard, you might find those small plants that stick to the ground, the kind that grow sparsely, and if you discovered them with surprise, they would die in a few days.

Dried to death. The soil was dry.

How else could it be said that Qin He had blessings after giving birth, followed by a snowfall?

It was because the soil was dry, and a snowfall in winter could improve the harvest.

Qin Bi didn't know about other places, but the soil in the Great Yan Kingdom was barren, and crop yields were low. The soil was dry all four seasons, and plants couldn't grow, with even weeds being rare.

In the courtyard, Rong Juan stayed for a while and then left.

Around noon, the sun was somewhat dazzling. Qin Bi narrowed her eyes, looking at the few plants in the courtyard and the open space. Rong Juan had just said that planting something would be good for her.

Qin Bi asked for a small hoe and turned the soil in the open space, playing with it. She dug out fresh soil, and Qin Bi grabbed a handful to play with. As she played, a small teacup appeared in her hand.

The small teacup should be white porcelain, without a single flaw, round and delicate.

Qin Bi was stunned, staring at the small teacup in her palm. It definitely wasn't for drinking tea; it was too small. Calling it a teacup wasn't right either; teacups all had large mouths and bases, but this small teacup's mouth and base were the same.

Qin Bi: "..."

What about the soil?

Before, she only felt that the things around her were unreal. Now, playing with soil, a small teacup appeared in her hand. Qin Bi was stunned for a long while, taking the small teacup to check. It was real; her brain wasn't malfunctioning.

Qin Bi breathed a sigh of relief. She had been scared to death just now.

The guards, maids, and matrons were all waiting in the distance, separated by a distance, and didn't see the small teacup in Qin Bi's hand. Qin Bi stared at it for a while longer, not finding anything different.

Just an extra small teacup. Qin Bi stopped digging soil to plant things and stood up to go back.

At lunch, Rong Juan returned. Qin Bi took the small teacup to show Rong Juan: "I was playing with soil, and this appeared in my hand. What's going on? A small teacup suddenly appeared."

Rong Juan took it, and a trace of a smile appeared on the man's mouth: "This is a magic tool. Keep it for my son to play with."

Qin Bi was curious and leaned closer: "I picked it up."

Rong Juan glanced at her and sneered: "In my Prince's Manor, you can't pick up anything unless I intentionally let you pick it up. Digging soil can condense a magic tool? How did the Qin Yan Marquis Manor test your spiritual roots before?"

Qin Bi was stunned. She hadn't heard wrong, right? She couldn't help but ask: "I condensed it?"

Rong Juan "heh"ed. Was this even a question? Could it really be picked up?

Qin Bi was puzzled. She had no spiritual roots, so how could she condense a magic tool? Moreover, Qin Bi looked at the small teacup in Rong Juan's hand with disdain. Condensing a magic tool should at least be something like a flying sword; what use was a small teacup!

Rong Juan was right; it could only be used for a child to drink water.

Thinking that she might have spiritual roots, Qin Bi had a small surprise. When no one was around, she touched jade and porcelain, but unfortunately, there was no "golden finger."

Qin Bi was so angry she lay down to sleep. Thought too much.

On the day Qin Bi gave birth in June, Rong Juan went to the palace and invited the Great Yan Emperor, whose blessing value was at the maximum level, to move a chair and let the Emperor's blessings protect Qin Bi while giving birth.

Qin He had auspicious clouds when giving birth, so he, Rong Juan, had his child born under the protection of the Great Yan Emperor, whose blessing value was at the maximum level.

The Great Yan Emperor, who was a brother to Rong Juan and He Yan, was invited by Rong Juan and sat there happily drinking tea. Rong Juan also sent people to invite Qin Di, He Shi, and the Qin Tang brothers. The Great Yan Emperor peeked secretly.

"Why invite the maternal family?" The Great Yan Emperor was a chubby man with full blessings and a good temper.

Rong Juan said: "I have a son, so there must be people who love him."

If there are people who love him, the blessings won't be bad.

The Great Yan Emperor held the teacup and drank tea. Rong Juan was destined to have no offspring, so it was rare for him to have a child. It didn't matter if he was a bit precious, even inviting the maternal family. The child would certainly have blessings.

Qin Di and He Shi saw the Great Yan Emperor here and were somewhat dazed. He Shi felt sour again. If the one who married Rong Juan had been her legitimate eldest daughter, she didn't know how glorious it would be now.

With the Great Yan Emperor, who had full blessings, present, the child also had blessings.

With the crying sound of the baby, Qin Bi gave birth to a son.

Rong Juan wrapped the small, soft child, carefully covered him, held him, and placed him in the Great Yan Emperor's arms: "The Emperor has blessings, let my son borrow your blessings."

The Great Yan Emperor took him happily. The Qin Di family watched, dumbfounded.

They had seen borrowing blessings, but never so impolitely.

The Great Yan Emperor held him for a while, and Rong Juan held the child to the bedroom and placed him beside Qin Bi. Qin Bi looked at the soft child, worried that Rong Juan wouldn't let her take care of him. The man valued this child too much.

With such preciousness, he might not let her take care of him.

Rong Juan pulled the quilt for Qin Bi: "Sleep."

He looked at the child again, and Rong Juan went out to send off the Great Yan Emperor and the Qin Di family. Qin Di and He Shi only took one look at the child—the black, round eyeballs, the child was so handsome.

Rong Juan didn't let them hold him. The child was just born, small and soft, and could only be held by those with blessings.

He Shi saw how much Rong Juan valued this child and felt sour in her heart. Qin Tang and Qin Xun were very happy. With this child, Rong Juan would inevitably look at them differently in the future, and they didn't worry that Rong Juan wouldn't pull them up.

Qin Bi was still worried that Rong Juan wouldn't let her take care of the child, but it was completely unnecessary. Rong Juan had no intention of letting anyone else do it. He didn't trust anyone else to take care of him. He held the child and placed him beside Qin Bi, busily arranging the child in a panic.

Qin Bi: "..."

Qin Bi held her forehead. My god, this is crazy about the child, not knowing how to love him enough. ===== CHAPTER 9 =====