The wife travels through time and space to honor her husband: The heirless prince raises a child

Chapter 169 Prince Qin Yan Doesn't Believe It
No one paid attention to Qin He's words; they only looked up expectantly at the dense dark clouds.

They don't even look at the situation in this cultivation world. The land is parched, and crops in the fields are dying of thirst. People from all walks of life, including the Great Yan, the Great Chu, and the Rongdi, are desperately hoping for a heavy rain.

"Qin He," Qin Yan shouted angrily, "Shut up."

The dark clouds were heavy and oppressive. Qin Bi seemed to remember something, took out a summoning artifact, and activated the summoning. Qin Lang had been watching Qin Bi ever since the clouds changed, and his eyes lit up when he saw this.

Qin Lang blinked as his gaze fell on the summoning artifact; it was a summoned beast.

There were only summoned beasts, no rain or stream patterns at all. How could this summon rain? Qin Lang stared at the rolling dark clouds in the sky, uncertain. Was this something his sister had summoned?
Sure enough, Qin He jumped out to assert her presence: "This is someone I summoned."

Everyone immediately turned their attention to Qin He. Qin He insisted, "I summoned it first. My summoning artifact is also of superior quality. Furthermore, I am a disciple of a celestial sect and am skilled in summoning."

Prince Qin Yan hesitated, then looked at Qin Bi.

Before Qin Bi could say anything, Qin Xun retorted, "Here we go again, Qin He. Have some shame! You claim everything good that others have as yours. You keep saying that Qin Bi only shows off in the Marquis's mansion, but aren't you the same? Do you dare to go out and say that the rain that others summoned was yours? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death for stealing credit?"

Qin He didn't take Qin Xun's words to heart. She now realized how glorious it would be for her if the rain were to fall. Qin He didn't care at all about suffering a little loss in words.

"It's the rain I summoned." Qin He was certain that the impending downpour was summoned by her, and said smugly, "I'll go to Prince He and report to the Emperor to ask for credit for me. There are some things that Qin Bi can't take away."

Qin He's younger sister also said, "It must have been the rain that Qin He summoned; she is a disciple of the immortal sect."

As dark clouds rolled in and the wind picked up, the sky grew even darker.

More and more rain-laden clouds gathered, rushing in one direction in clusters. The people of Da Yan on the streets watched excitedly, trying to guess how heavy the rain would be.

In the courtyard of the main house of Marquis Qin Yan's mansion, Qin Bi was shocked by Qin He's shamelessness: "You summoned the rain? Aren't you afraid it won't rain?"

“How could it not rain? Didn’t you see the clouds I summoned?” Qin He said resolutely in the wind, “It’s definitely going to rain, and it will be a torrential downpour.”

Qin He looked certain, and Qin Bi decided to crush her face on the ground.

"Eldest cousin, eldest aunt." Qin Bi then turned her gaze to Cui Shi, followed by He Shi, Zhu Shi, and the others: "Second aunt, mother, did you hear what Qin He said? She said it was the rain she summoned. Let's wait and see."

Prince Qin Yan and the others were somewhat puzzled by Qin Bi's words, while Qin He and her younger sister were extremely excited, waiting for the downpour. However, the clouds came and went, and the rain dissipated in a moment.

Qin He was stunned: "??????"

Qin He's younger sister was also stunned: "......Where's the heavy rain???!!!"

Lady Qin Yanhou and the others were momentarily stunned. Just moments before, it seemed like a downpour was imminent, and everyone was incredibly excited. However, the dark clouds dispersed after a short while, leaving only a few small clouds, but it was clear to everyone that the rain had stopped.

Inside the palace, outside the main hall, the Emperor of Great Yan asked his prime minister, "Where is the rain?"

Prime Minister: "..."

He couldn't conjure up rain either. The Prime Minister was helpless and anxious, and he also had to face the questioning of the Emperor of Great Yan. He and the Minister of Revenue exchanged a glance, and the Minister of Works was sweating with anxiety.

"Quickly go and check where the clouds are still," the Prime Minister ordered. The clouds, clearly gathering rain, had left without a single drop falling—were they trying to fool us? The Prime Minister could now observe that the clouds were all rushing in one direction; perhaps the rain was falling in segments, and it was already raining over there.

"Yes, yes, yes..." The Emperor of Great Yan suddenly realized: "Go and find it quickly."

The guards quickly left the palace.

On the streets of the capital of the Great Yan, the crowd looked bewildered, their heads tilted back in a state of discontent. Children ran out of their homes, looking up to search for the dark, heavy clouds. But as the clouds dispersed, the menacing downpour seemed to have vanished.

In the front garden of Qin Yanhou's mansion, everyone was somewhat disappointed and hoped for a heavy rain.

Prince Xue, holding his eldest son, said with a smile, "Rain that isn't summoned is like this. Sometimes it looks like it's going to rain, but it doesn't necessarily rain. It's a pity. It would be nice if it rained again."

Prince He glanced at the sky in confusion; there were still small dark clouds that hadn't dispersed.

At this moment, Prince Rong was in the living room. His youngest son was small, and the weather was not suitable for taking the child outside. Rong Yang was lying on his lap, her dark eyes staring at the little baby and talking to him.

In the courtyard of the main house, when Prince Qin Yan saw Qin He's bewildered expression, he knew that it wasn't the rain she had summoned. Otherwise, she wouldn't have lost control. He wasn't blind; the little cloud that Qin He had summoned had been intercepted by Qin Bi, who then casually gave it to Qin Tang's wife, Jiang Shi.

A cultivator who can summon clouds that can be intercepted is inherently weaker than others.

"Qin Bi," said Prince Qin Yan, "continue the summoning."

Qin Bi remained unmoved: "Qin He said she summoned them."

But Qin He's summoning didn't bring rain, not even a drizzle. Qin Yan said with a serious expression, "I don't believe her. You continue to summon rain."

Qin He fell silent, her words backfiring; the heavy rain she had been shouting about hadn't come.

Qin He's younger sister, seeing that the rain was about to stop and that at least everyone could still see the weather, jumped out and said, "Qin Bi, you can't summon it, can you?"

Qin Bi smiled, and as her mood improved, the gradually dissipating clouds gathered again.

Everyone stared in astonishment, even Qin He's younger sister was dumbfounded, but Qin He exclaimed excitedly, "The torrential rain I summoned has come again."

Let her say what she wants. Prince Qin Yan didn't believe her, and Qin Jue looked disappointed. However, Madam He smiled happily. Whatever rain came next had nothing to do with Qin He. She said it was because she had summoned it.

Once or twice is acceptable, but a third time is not. If you tell too many lies, no one will believe you anymore.

Madam Cui's face was ugly. Why couldn't this illegitimate daughter have any shame? At this time, she should know better and leave in a huff, or shut her mouth. That would be better than her constantly trying to get attention.

Next, everyone watched as the dark clouds moved in one direction, gathering above the courtyards of the fourth and third houses. The rain, which had been brewing for a long time, began to fall in a fine, dense downpour. This rain didn't go anywhere else; it stayed right under the courtyards of the fourth and third houses.

The drizzle was so heavy that it was impossible to stay outside.

The problem is, this rain doesn't go anywhere else to fall.

The expressions on the faces of Prince Qin Yan and the others were quite interesting.