novelinnhs Chapter 587 Qin He is clearly an insatiable person.
Chapter 587 Qin He is clearly an insatiable person.
“Fu Bao,” said Prince Xue, “that’s someone else’s spiritual fruit.”
“We are relatives.” Fu Bao looked up and said, feeling that it made a lot of sense. “I call Rong Yang and Rong Chi’s mother ‘aunt.’ I am their niece. If I eat one of their spiritual fruits, will my aunt not let me eat it?”
Prince Xue wanted to tell Fu Bao that their relationship wasn't as good as she thought. Back then, Qin Bi and Prince He got married, but because of Qin He, their childhood sweetheart, they ended up divorcing right after the wedding.
Can I tell Fu Bao this? No.
A friend called out to Prince Xue, and Prince Xue turned around to talk to the person.
Unaware that Fu Bao was walking towards a group of children from Qin Yanhou's mansion, baskets of spiritual fruits had already been moved away, leaving one basket behind. Rong Yang and Rong Chi were not leaving; their Rongwang mansion was quite the sight today.
When the Duke of Yan and the young prince were looking after the child, Fu Bao walked over. Both the Duke of Yan and the young prince saw her but didn't say anything. They were both looking after the child. Besides, a first-rank princess wouldn't have much influence with the Duke of Yan and the young prince.
“Grandfather,” Fu Bao called out.
Duke Yan: "..."
Rong Yang nestled beside Duke Yan, munching on a yellow pear. Duke Yan was holding a little dumpling. Who was Fu Bao calling? The children of the Qin Yan Marquis's mansion looked at each other, probably guessing that it was Duke Yan.
The young prince glanced at the Duke of Yan, clearly indicating his disapproval.
The little dumpling, a tiny bundle, was munching on a yellow pear, looking around, but no one answered: "Hey."
He agreed and became someone's grandfather.
Duke Yan: "..."
The young prince: "..."
A group of children: "??????"
"I wasn't calling you," Qin Yan's eldest son said anxiously.
The little dumpling hugged the yellow pear, took a bite, and asked, "Who are you calling grandfather?"
"I'm not calling you, no matter who I call." The little prince couldn't stop laughing.
“I am calling for the Duke of Yan,” Fu Bao said loudly.
Rong Yang protested, her voice still childish: "The Duke of Yan is my grandfather."
Fu Bao shouted loudly, "My grandfather!"
Rong Yang unleashed a burst of spiritual energy, and Fu Bao was slapped, her face immediately swelling up.
Rong Yang said, "You dare to try and take my grandfather away from me?"
The children all composed themselves, but Fu Bao burst into tears and rushed towards Rong Yang. She was a little older than Rong Yang and had been fed with rare and precious herbs since childhood, making her strong and healthy. Rong Yang, on the other hand, was not fat, just like her parents.
It's impossible to tell the cultivation level of such a young child. When Duke Yan saw that his grandson Rong Yang was so small, he felt that he would be at a disadvantage, so he reached out and hugged Rong Yang into his arms as well.
Fu Bao stopped lunging forward, incredulous: "Grandfather, Rong Yang hit me."
The Duke of Yan, too lazy to waste words, said: "Guards, go and call the Xue family. If the Xue family is not here, call the Cui family. Take their little princess away and tell them that their little princess can't get along with our Rong Yang and Rong Chi."
The guards received the order but hadn't left yet.
Then, the little dumpling Rong Chi swallowed the yellow pear in his mouth, tilted his head back and cried out, "My Fu Bao!"
The guard stumbled, the Duke of Yan's eyelids twitched, the little prince's hair ornament stood on end, and the children of the Marquis of Qin Yan's mansion were completely dumbfounded. What was going on? Fu Bao wasn't dead.
Duke Yan lowered his eyes and said to the little dumpling Rong Chi, "Eat your spirit fruit."
The little dumpling was so well-behaved and obedient. She took a big bite of the spirit fruit—that's what children are like! She cried out, "Fu Bao!" but then just kept eating. Rong Yang sat in the Duke of Yan's lap, watching Fu Bao intently. If she tried to take her grandfather away again, Rong Yang would hit her.
The Duke of Yan is a hereditary first-class Duke of Yan, carrying great fortune. How could just anyone call him grandfather? Rong Yang dislikes Fu Bao. If she dares to steal his grandfather, Rong Yang will beat her.
The guards hurried off to find the people from Prince Xue's residence. The Ministry of Works was brightly lit and soon located Prince Xue.
Xue Shizi's friends followed him to the table in the Rongwang Mansion. The young men first paid their respects to the Duke of Yan. Xue Shizi called Fu Bao to leave, and Fu Bao burst into tears.
“Rong Yang hit me,” Fu Bao complained.
Prince Xue was taken aback and looked at Duke Yan.
Yan Guogong said, "You have to interfere when children are fighting?"
Adults usually don't get involved in children's fights. Besides, Rongyang is smaller than Fubao, and Fubao is stronger. Fubao would have an advantage in a fight. It would be beneath adults to get involved in children's fights.
Fu Bao's face was swollen. Xue Shizi was careless, but he wasn't blind.
His heart sank, and Prince Xue was somewhat annoyed.
“Rong Yang, Rong Chi and Fu Bao can’t get along.” Duke Yan said again, “Take your Fu Bao away. My He family’s children all have bad tempers. They never suffer a loss if anyone takes their things. With your little princess’s temper, my children can’t get along with her.”
Duke Yan is protective of his own, and times have changed. In the past, Duke Yan only did so out of respect for He Yan, because his son was destined to be childless and have no wives. Since he liked Qin He, Duke Yan went along with He Yan's wishes.
He was widowed and childless, and had always longed for something but could not have it.
Duke Yan dotes on his eldest son, so he turns a blind eye to He Yan's relationship with Qin He and her child. But with Rong Yang involved, things change. If Qin He and Fu Bao know when to stop, it will save them some face.
However, Qin He was clearly not satisfied.
Having consumed so much of the Duke of Yan's food, he was still not satisfied. The Duke of Yan snorted and said, "Don't blame me for being ruthless. Compared to Rong Yang, Fu Bao will naturally protect his own grandson."
The implication of Duke Yan's words was that Fu Bao was greedy and liked to take advantage of others, so it was no wonder he would get beaten up by Rong Yang, and the children wouldn't be able to play together.
Prince Xue's face flushed red. His friend was puzzled. What was going on?
“Grandfather,” Fu Bao cried, “it was Rong Yang who hit me.”
Duke Yan said to Prince Xue, "Children don't play together. Don't let Fu Bao come to play with my Rong Yang and Rong Chi in the future."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the little dumpling Rong Chi devoured most of a yellow pear, satisfied his craving, and then, full of energy, shouted at the top of his lungs, "My Fu Bao!"
Prince Xue almost jumped up. The little prince covered the little dumpling's mouth. In the Great Yan, even the powerful and noble had to be reasonable. How could this add fuel to the fire? How could they forget about the little dumpling?
"This, this..." Prince Xue was both angry and anxious. Fu Bao was not yet old enough to be raised properly, especially since Fu Bao was a child raised with rare and precious herbs, making him prone to premature death: "This is not right!!"
Other little ones don't understand, so they know he's wrong.
The little dumpling Rong Chi has switched gears again, speaking in a childish voice: "My uncle!"
Duke Yan: "..."
Prince Xue and his friend stared wide-eyed. Prince Xue pointed at Rong Chi, his mouth trembling for a long time, unable to utter a single word. His friend looked like he'd been struck by lightning.
The young prince explained forcefully, "He's sleepy. That's how kids are when they're sleepy; they talk nonsense."
Prince Xue believed his nonsense. He was sleepy, as if he had no children. He had two children, and neither of them cried when they were sleepy. This little dumpling was naughty.
But this is really just an ignorant little dumpling.
What could Prince Xue do? He could only leave, feeling utterly frustrated, pulling Fu Bao along. (End of Chapter)