Chapter 99: The Great Yan Emperor is Dumbfounded

In the imperial palace, Rong Juan was reviewing memorials, and the Great Yan Emperor was drinking tea.

Rong Yang ran into the Imperial Study and leaned against Rong Juan: "Father, Rong Yang wants to go home."

"Your father is busy." The Great Yan Emperor smiled and handed Rong Yang a handful of melon seeds.

Rong Yang didn't eat them, lying on Rong Juan's lap.

Rong Juan glanced at the child, put down the memorial, stood up and said: "Your Majesty, your subject will send Rong Yang back. He still needs to go to the fief to harvest vegetables, so it's not good to delay business by playing in the palace."

What could the Great Yan Emperor say? He ordered: "Let Eunuch Fu send him."

"No need to trouble Eunuch Fu." Rong Juan picked up Rong Yang.

Rong Juan carried the child out of the palace. The Great Yan Emperor waited. How long could it take to send a child home? He was impatient to handle state affairs. He Yan had gone to the Beast Realm small space, so now he was counting on Rong Juan to review the memorials.

As a result, he waited for a long time without seeing anyone return.

Eunuch Fu sent a little eunuch to the Rong Prince Manor, but he found no one; the whole family had gone to the Rong Heir's fief. Was reviewing memorials a subject's duty? If his eyesight was bad, he could review the memorials himself!

Now, the Great Yan Emperor was dumbfounded.

The little prince grabbed a few melon seeds from the carved porcelain plate and said with his little mouth: "You gave that Xue Heir Consort a spiritual plant chicken, but didn't give one to Rong Yang, so the Rong Heir won't review memorials for Father Emperor anymore."

"Nonsense," the Great Yan Emperor said: "Minister He is not a petty person."

The little prince stomped his feet: "That's exactly what happened."

The Great Yan Emperor's hand holding the pastry paused, and nothing tasted good anymore. He muttered: "But the Xue Heir Consort's pregnancy was affected, while the Rong Heir Consort is perfectly fine, so she doesn't need to eat a spiritual plant chicken."

The little prince Yan Xun cracked melon seeds without replying; the child was no longer interested in this topic.

The Rong Heir Consort didn't need to eat a spiritual plant chicken, but the Rong Heir had left the palace and wasn't coming back.

The little prince thought for a while, put on his little cape, called people to leave the palace, and went to the fief to play and watch Rong Yang harvest vegetables. A group of palace servants followed, opened the teleportation array, and left.

In the Rong Heir's fief, the top strategist Lin Yao saw the Heir Consort and the Heir had both arrived, dug up a fresh red radish, brushed off the damp sand, and walked toward the Rong Heir.

"Heir, Heir Consort," Lin Yao said: "This red radish is a decent size, would you like to taste it?"

"Is it spicy?" Qin Bi reached out.

Rong Juan stopped her; it was freezing outside, and the crops in the field were very cold.

Rong Yang stood beside his parents with his little head tilted. Only a small part of the biting north wind blew on the child; most of it was blocked by Rong Juan. His wife and child were the apple of his eye.

Lin Yao was stunned and replied: "This subordinate has not tasted it."

Rong Juan looked as if he had expected it. Qin Bi only paused for a moment before understanding. In this fictional cultivation world, there was a lack of rain, the soil was dry, and crop yields were very low.

Especially winter crops, which noble families also cherished.

Rong Yang hadn't tasted the vegetables in the field yet, and Lin Yao and the others wouldn't eat them first. Qin Bi said: "Cut it and let's all taste it. If it's spicy, I won't eat it."

There were many kinds of radishes in this fictional world, and every family planted a little for themselves. Yields were low. Qin Bi had tasted a radish before; it had a red heart and looked mouth-watering, but it was spicy enough to kill you when eaten.

It wasn't the same kind of spiciness as a chili pepper, but it was very spicy.

Lin Yao received the order, used a small knife to trim the leaves, and handed them to the guards. Winter radish leaves were also good things, kept for cooking. The red radish wasn't big, and the small knife only touched it before it cracked with a "crack."

A strategist was pleasantly surprised: "So crisp?"

Before even eating, one could imagine how delicious it was.

Lin Yao was careful when cutting again, but as soon as the small knife touched it, it cracked. It wasn't cut neatly, but it looked great. Lin Yao handed it to Rong Juan and Rong Yang, and the child put it in his mouth and took a bite.

Immediately, the child's eyes lit up: "Sweet."

"Who believes you?" Qin Bi glanced at the child with annoyance.

Last time, the fruit they grew themselves was also said to be delicious. The fruit was good, but sour was sour. As a result, Rong Yang said it was delicious and not sour at all. Qin Bi didn't believe them anymore.

Rong Yang took another bite: "It's so sweet, so sweet."

Rong Juan tasted a little and was stunned. Lin Yao had to taste it to know. He didn't rush to share it with the strategists, but cut a small piece that was about to break off and chewed it.

Lin Yao's eyes lit up: "Sweet, Heir, this red radish is almost as sweet as sugar."

A flash of light appeared in Rong Juan's eyes. The strategists reached out and snatched the rest from Lin Yao's hand. There was no need for a small knife to cut it; they broke it with force, and everyone tasted it. It was simply sweet to the heart.

The guard captain also got a piece. It wasn't big, and it was gone as soon as he threw it into his mouth, but it was sweet. The guard captain wanted to chew it a few more times, but it was gone. The strategists were also left wanting more after eating.

"Heir," the guard captain asked: "Are the little Heir's red radishes for sale? This subordinate will buy a cart."

"You want to buy a cart?" A strategist blew his beard and stared, pointing to the distance, outside the vegetable field: "Go play over there."

"Why don't you want the red radishes of the entire fief?" Someone was angry looking at this guard captain; he opened his mouth and wanted a cart. You're capable. This person bowed: "Heir, I'll buy some."

The strategists talked all at once, all wanting to buy, and Rong Yang was energized.

"Let me taste." Qin Bi became interested. If they were lying to her, let them lie; maybe it wasn't spicy.

Yan Yan Huwei Yan in the harvesting team heard this and dug up the most well-formed red radish, trimmed the leaves, and didn't need to wash it. This fertile field was sandy, and the soil on the red radish was gone with a brush.

The small knife touched it, and the crisp red radish broke.

Qin Bi reached out and pinched a piece. Rong Juan was worried and looked at Rong Yang. The child stood on his tiptoes and took a big bite, leaving only a little bit. Eating this much was enough.

Qin Bi was speechless. She put it in her mouth; it was ice-cold, and chewing it made it crisp and sweet.

"Is this a radish?" Qin Bi asked suspiciously.

"Yes, yes." Lin Yao replied, smiling: "I bought the seeds."

Yan Yan Huwei Yan gave the remaining red radish to the little Heir and picked the flowering red radishes to distribute among the guards and attendants who were harvesting. Now, everyone's eyes lit up; it was sweeter than sugar.

Lin Yao couldn't help but say: "Heir, this subordinate will also buy some."

Normally, the Rong Heir should reward his subordinates to win their hearts, but the Rong Heir had a wife and child now, and he was stingy. Giving away such delicious things for free? How dare you think of that!

The top strategist didn't dare to hope; just being able to buy some was enough.

The Rong Heir was saving up a small treasury for the little Heir, and the Heir Consort was pregnant again. The one she was carrying must also have a small treasury. Earning silver from others was not as good as earning from them; these subordinates were willing to spend silver to buy.

Rong Juan said: "These are the little Heir's things."

"Little Heir." Lin Yao and the others looked at Rong Yang with shining eyes. Lin Yao glanced at the vegetable field and said: "The red radishes are planted in intervals in the cabbage field. By visual estimation, there are three acres, and the yield is not low."

Rong Yang's round eyes stared at the vegetable field: "Mother, don't sell them anymore, let's keep them for ourselves to eat."