Chapter 85: Condensation Ability

Rong Juan didn't stand on ceremony with Rong Yang and put the beast crystals away.

Winter was cold, and it was dry and cold without snow. The wind was biting. Qin Bi's morning sickness wasn't severe. Don't look at how she often felt nauseous when her lifespan was damaged; the child was well-behaved during pregnancy.

Rong Juan, however, was very nervous about this child. Qin He's morning sickness was known to everyone in Jingcheng. Qin Bi's health wasn't as good as Qin He's, but it didn't hinder her from going out, so Rong Juan was worried and would invite imperial physicians to take Qin Bi's pulse from time to time.

Qin Bi was pregnant with his child, and even now, Rong Juan felt a sense of unreality. A man with a hard heart was very afraid of it being a false dream. Qin Bi saw Rong Juan's tension and knew that her position could not be shaken by anyone.

"He He Shizi Apparent Consort's health is excellent," the imperial physician said, picking up a pen to write a prescription for nourishment.

Rong Juan felt relieved, took the prescription, opened the treasury, and took out the remaining heavenly treasures. If he weren't worried about Qin Bi, who was pregnant, Rong Juan would have gone to the Beast Realm's small space himself.

Qin Bi carefully asked the imperial physician what she should pay attention to. Her child should be born with expectations. Now that Rong Juan was treating her very well, she also wanted this child, so she had to be more careful.

"He He Shizi Apparent Consort has a good constitution. As long as she doesn't harbor knots in her heart, there will be no problems." The imperial physician knew Qin Bi's situation very well: she was burdened with thoughts and had had her lifespan damaged before. Even if she recovered, she couldn't return to her previous state of mind.

Cultivators cultivate their state of mind.

Qin Bi sneered noncommittally. Was Qin He's state of mind good? She could still cultivate, couldn't she? Therefore, this fictional cultivation world might not necessarily be cultivating the state of mind; it was just that the strong were respected.

If the strong were respected, she should become stronger. But her heart was always indifferent. Qin Bi held her forehead; to cultivators, this was truly incomprehensible, but Qin Bi couldn't help this state of mind.

Before she was pregnant with Rong Yang, Qin Bi wanted to become stronger more than anything, but ever since she had Rong Yang, Qin Bi didn't feel she was weak. It was very strange; she had only just entered the path of cultivation.

Perhaps it was because she felt Rong Juan couldn't move her, so her heart was stable, and she had no other thoughts.

Otherwise, Qin Bi couldn't understand why she would feel she wasn't weak. Everyone else felt she was very weak. Was she weak? Qin Bi stepped into the courtyard; the vegetables in the vegetable plot had all been harvested.

She grabbed a handful of soil; the soil quality was still very damp, and it was fine to plant another crop of vegetables.

She threw the soil in her hand and grabbed another handful. *Eh? * A small tea bowl appeared before her eyes. Qin Bi was stunned, and the maid beside her had her eyes straightened, her eyeballs bulging.

Qin Bi chuckled, *Very good, I've condensed another magic tool. *

Rong Juan returned from the treasury, his gaze falling on the magic tool in Qin Bi's hand. Little Rong Yang also saw it and ran over happily, "Mother, you've condensed another small tea bowl."

Qin Bi nodded with a smile. Rong Juan supported Qin Bi and asked, "Are you tired?"

Qin Bi shook her head, "Not tired."

It was cold outside, so Rong Juan supported Qin Bi into the room and took her cloak. Rong Yang raised his little head and asked, "Mother, can you give this tea bowl to Rong Yang? The magic tool I have is smaller than this one."

Rong Juan's eyes flashed. Qin Bi looked at the handsome man, "I want to give it to my father."

Rong Juan's face showed neither joy nor anger. The Qin family had magic tools condensed by Qin Bi, and Rong Yang had them too. This one was to be given to the Qin family, but Qin Bi had no intention of giving it to Rong Juan. It would be a lie to say he didn't mind.

"My condensation ability is low," Qin Bi observed his expression and explained, "You might not be able to use it."

Rong Juan said, "Whatever my wife condenses is good."

*Fine*, Qin Bi gave it to Rong Juan. She would condense another tea bowl like this for her father later. They wouldn't go to the Beast Realm's small space in winter, so it would be fine even if her father didn't have a magic tool condensed by her.

Qin Bi couldn't explain the thoughts in her heart clearly. Anyway, the kind of tea bowl she condensed was a bit different. It was best to carry it when going to the Beast Realm's small space; at the very least, it could save her life.

"As a daughter of a concubine, my background is low, and some things are beyond my control," Qin Bi said with some sentiment, sitting down. "But my father and brothers didn't ignore me, so don't blame me for being biased toward my maternal home."

Rong Juan was as clear as a mirror in his heart and naturally understood the meaning of Qin Bi's words. When she divorced He Yan back then, Qin Bi relied entirely on her father and brothers to stand up for her. Otherwise, the divorce wouldn't have succeeded, and she would have been stifled in the Yan Guogong Manor for a lifetime.

"Grandfather and Uncle are good to Mother," Rong Yang said. "Rong Yang is also good to them."

Qin Bi smiled, "No one is as important as you."

Rong Yang was happy and looked up, "Father, be good to Grandfather and Uncle."

Rong Juan gave a soft "Hmm" without a cold scoff or silence. Qin Bi knew Rong Juan had taken it to heart. This man could protect the Qin Yan Hou Manor as long as he wanted to.

The sun was good that day, so Qin Bi took Rong Yang to the Qin Yan Hou Manor. When the Marchioness of Qin Yan heard, she invited all the branches to her courtyard. Lady Jiang accompanied Qin Bi, and the sisters in the manor secretly peeked at Qin Bi.

A woman who was cherished and well-nourished—Qin Bi's beauty was very dazzling.

Qin Lang brought the child to play in the courtyard. Just as Qin Bi and Lady Jiang sat down, Qin He arrived with Fubao. Qin Bi lowered her eyes, regretting coming; she didn't want to see Qin He.

Amidst the laughter, Qin He was surrounded by Qin Yan and Qin Han as they entered the warm pavilion.

"Sister Qin Bi is here too," Qin He greeted with a smile, her smile bright and beautiful.

Qin Bi glanced at her without speaking. Qin He's younger sister from the main branch was displeased, "Sister Qin Bi really has a big ego. My Sister Qin He is talking to you, and you don't even respond. You have no manners at all."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone went silent. Qin He had entered the room to greet her, and Qin Bi indeed hadn't responded; she was in the wrong. The elders were all watching, but it wasn't good for the second branch's daughter from the main branch to point it out.

The Marchioness of Qin Yan said, "Perhaps she didn't hear."

"I heard," Qin Bi immediately replied.

She heard, so she ignored her on purpose.

The two's marriage had been entangled for several years, and they couldn't even maintain a superficial relationship. Why bother with this hypocritical act when they met? Qin Bi wouldn't indulge her anymore. They were both Heir Apparent Consorts; who was a cut below whom?

"You child," the Marchioness of Qin Yan said.

Lady Jiang tugged at Qin Bi. Qin He was a member of the Immortal Sect and also He Yan's sweetheart. Qin He had quite a lot of ability herself, and her talent and spiritual root were high. The fourth branch couldn't afford to offend Qin He.

"Sister," Qin Han stood out and said, "Qin He is also greeting you out of kindness. Why do you have to be like this? The past is in the past. Don't be so petty among sisters."

Fubao was small, but she understood that someone was bullying her mother and said loudly, "You are not allowed to bully my mother."

Qin Bi scoffed. In Great Yan, children all called their mothers "Mother," only Qin He let her child call her "Niangqin." Perhaps the transmigrator liked it, not following the local customs. Looking at the little girl's appearance, she was also interrupting adult matters.

"You actually show disrespect to our little Junzhu Fubao." The maid beside Qin He who was a cultivator had the appearance of protecting her master.

It was this maid who had pointed a sword at her back then; she was the one He Yan gave to Qin He.

Qin Bi held a grudge and remembered it to this day, saying contemptuously, "Get lost."

The maid was annoyed, and a look of anger appeared on Qin He's face, "Sister Qin Bi, you are going too far."