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

Chapter 172 If you want a son, approve the memorial.
He Yan gazed at the empty courtyard, his face expressionless.

A man like him usually doesn't regret his decisions, but it has to be said that it was his mistake to raise Rong Yang in the Rong King's Mansion. Originally, Rong Yang should have been raised in the Yan State Duke's Mansion, where she was cherished and pampered.

As for asking Qin Bi? He Yan knew he was no longer in a position to do so.

Before the flower-viewing banquet was over, Prince Rong took his wife and children home. After getting off the carriage, Qin Bi was holding her youngest son, and Rong Jun was holding Rong Yang. The family encountered the illegitimate sons and daughters of the Rong Prince's Mansion in the front yard.

The illegitimate sons and daughters bowed and said, "Brother and sister-in-law have returned."

The young master Rong hummed in agreement, and then walked with Qin Bi towards the young master's courtyard. They had returned early, and it was still quite hot in the late afternoon of summer. The maid had placed a small bed under the tree in the courtyard, and Qin Bi put her youngest son on the bed to play.

Rong Yang took out some melon seeds: "Eat some melon seeds, these are delicious."

Rong Jun took it: "Tsk, it's still a spirit melon seed."

Rong Jun offered Qin Bi some food, but Rong Yang turned her little head away, so Qin Bi refused to eat anymore. She had been holding a grudge against He Yan for treating Rong Yang badly. Qin Bi cracked open a melon seed and ate it. The little dumpling Rong Chi cried out and punched her with her little fist.

Rong Jun's eyes flickered, and he asked Qin Bi, "Can he eat it?"

Qin Bi loves to eat melon seeds, and so does Rong Yang. Presumably, their youngest son also loves them. Rong Jun, as a father, believes that he will never refuse his son anything he wants.

Qin Bi: "..."

"How about we give him just a little bit?" Qin Bi also loves her child.

Qin Bi was well aware of this, so when the Crown Prince Rong insisted on taking care of the child himself, Qin Bi didn't interfere. The Crown Prince Rong was a powerful minister, and his knowledge and abilities were superior to hers, so he would definitely be able to take good care of the child.

She spoils her child, which Qin Bi knows is wrong.

Rong Jun hesitated, and the little dumpling started wailing and slapping his little hands several times. Qin Bi grabbed his little hands and praised Rong Chi with a smile: "What did you say? How are you so amazing?"

Rong Yang, drooling, cracked open a boiled melon seed and fed it to Rong Chi: "Try it."

Rong Jun is a germaphobe. He closed his eyes when he saw the sunflower seeds covered in saliva. Oh well, it's his son's saliva, so what? His youngest son is too small to know that there's saliva on the sunflower seeds.

Qin Bi wanted to laugh, so she took the melon seeds and let Rong Chi taste the saltiness. That was all, but it made the little guy very happy.

Rong Jun called Rong Yang to the study. He couldn't let going to the Duke of Yan's mansion delay his studies. Rong Jun had put more effort into his eldest son. After all, he hadn't dared to hope that Qin Bi could have a second child after giving birth to Rong Yang.

Being widowed and childless is not just a saying.

There was nothing the Emperor of Great Yan didn't know. Upon hearing that Rong Yang had returned to the Rong Prince's Mansion, he immediately sent the young prince to coax the little guy into the palace. Then, Eunuch Fu brought over a stack of memorials.

Rong Yang saw this and ran away as fast as she could.

The Minister of War picked up the little boy: "The young prince has forgotten his lessons."

The Emperor of Great Yan chuckled and said, "Nephew, bring your memorial."

Rong Yang was on the verge of tears but had no tears left. He refused to leave the palace. He wanted to eat and drink his uncle's food and drink all the spiritual food. He was the kind of child who couldn't be sent away no matter what. So he decided to live in the palace.

The Emperor of Great Yan was dumbfounded, and so was the young prince.

Finally, Rong Jun went to the palace to pick up the little dumpling, along with a stack of memorials.

On the way back, Rong Jun said, "Send it to Prince He."

"Okay." Rong Yang nodded, her small face showing. "How many memorials should I send?"

Inside the carriage, Rong Jun flipped through the memorials, picked out two, and sent the rest to He Yan. He Yan could only process the memorials if He Yan wanted a son; Rong Jun was on leave taking care of the child and definitely didn't have time to deal with them. The two he kept were also for Rong Yang, because Rong Yang hadn't been quick-witted enough to be caught by the Emperor and his court of the Great Yan.

Rong Yang went to deliver a memorial to He Yan, and the Duke of Yan was speechless: "This Emperor of Great Yan..."

There was nothing more to say. That was the emperor, with maxed-out fortune. He didn't like attending court, didn't like reviewing memorials, and was impatient with any state affairs. He was most interested in food, and was incredibly fortunate.

In the height of summer, when all the flowers are in full bloom, Rong Chi has his own sash, and Qin Bi is itching to make a move.

Things are different now. Qin Bi has someone who loves her, and Rong Jun spoils her.

"Rong Yang." Qin Bi was bored in the courtyard and called out to Rong Yang. The little guy looked up, and Qin Bi got up from the crib and said, "There are only two memorials. Let's go out and play."

Rong Yang was dumbfounded: "I still need to cultivate."

Qin Bi: "..."

Rong Jun returned from the study, followed by his chief strategist, Lin Yao.

Rong Chi lay on the small bed, babbling softly. Rong Jun leaned over, his eyes gentle, and asked, "What are you babbling about now?"

The little dumpling recognized its father, waving its tiny hands and kicking its little feet happily. Rong Jun was even more delighted and simply picked up his youngest son. The chief strategist, Lin Yao, was already used to this.

"Go out and play with your mother," said Prince Rong.

Rong Yang was stunned for a moment, then became happy. Qin Bi was also overjoyed. The mother and daughter discussed going out to play. As Rong Shizi listened, he felt something was wrong. Rong Yang said they were going to enjoy the spring scenery and flowers outside the capital, but Qin Bi preferred to watch sword dancing.

Those wielding swords were all handsome men. Rong Jun looked at Luo Bi and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Let's go watch the sword dance!" Qin Bi asked, worried that Rong Jun wouldn't allow it. "Is that alright?"

Is it alright? Prince Rong stared at Qin Bi for a long time, wanting to say no, but this wife was not easy to marry, so whatever, Qin Bi is not a restless person, Prince Rong has always known this.

“Go then,” Rong Jun agreed.

Having obtained permission from the young master Rong, Qin Bi had nothing to worry about. She took the things the child needed, and Rong Yang busied herself with preparations, accompanied by a maid, an old woman, a guard, and the chief strategist Lin Yao.

Qin Bi didn't like bringing too many people, so Rong Jun went along with her. With the cultivation of the top strategist Lin Yao, he could protect Qin Bi and Rong Yang with just him by his side, while the young master Rong stayed at home to take care of his youngest son.

The owl is too small; it's not suitable to go out in this hot weather.

After getting ready, Qin Bi went over and took Rong Shizi's arm: "Rong Yang and I are going out."

Rong Jun nodded and instructed, "Don't get too hot."

Qin Bi nodded in agreement and happily went out with Rong Yang. She was looking forward to this trip, as it was the most carefree trip she had ever taken since she transmigrated. No one was watching her, and she had plenty of money.

After Qin Bi and Rong Yang got into the carriage and left, Rong Jun said to his youngest son, "Your mother and brother went out to play and didn't take you with them."

Little dumpling: "Ahhh."

Rong Jun laughed, scoffing, "Watching a sword dance? You've got some skill."

The mountains outside the capital were bustling with activity, as people flocked there to enjoy the flowers in the summer. Despite his young age, Rong Yang was the son of a powerful minister's heir and knew a thing or two about appreciating flowers.

Qin Bi didn't understand the refined tastes of literati, so she quickly skipped over it and called Rong Yang to go to the restaurant to watch the sword dance.

Lin Yao, the chief strategist, also knew swordsmanship. He skillfully chose a table, and several martial arts practitioners sang and danced with their swords in the dance floor. At the next table, a gentle lady walked towards Qin Bi.