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

Chapter 197 Qin He must accompany Fu Bao.
Qin He looked confused. What did her cousin, the Crown Prince, mean by that?
Cui put down her teacup and said, "Qin He, you summon yours, and Qin Bi summons hers. Your cousin's point is that you don't need to get involved. No matter what you summon, you shouldn't interfere with her either."

He gave a slight sneer, her gaze towards Qin He filled with scrutiny.

Lady Qin Yanhou and Lady Qin Yanhou didn't reveal anything. Madam Zhu took a sip of tea, her eyes lowered, seemingly lost in thought. Qin He's younger sister and Qin Yan were somewhat confused about the current situation.

"Ignore Qin Bi?" Qin He retorted angrily, "Mother, I painstakingly summoned her under the scorching sun, while Sister Qin Bi reaped the benefits without lifting a finger. Are we just going to let her run wild?"

Madam He's face darkened, and Madam Jiang's expression also turned sour. Madam He turned to Madam Cui and said, "Second sister-in-law, Qin He summoned a light rain this morning. We all saw it, there's no faking it. Qin Bi didn't come, and she didn't say that she summoned the rain, did she? What does Qin He mean? Who is reaping the benefits without lifting a finger?"

Cui was embarrassed by He's retort and said to Qin He in a deep voice, "Qin He, if you have the ability, then summon; if you don't, then step back."

Qin He was taken aback, and Madam He sneered: "If we follow Qin He's wishes, we'll be the ones reaping the benefits without lifting a finger. Qin He worked hard to summon rain to irrigate the fields, while we did nothing."

"I can't accept this title," Qin He said. "I didn't say that."

He ignored Qin He and continued, "This fertile land belongs to our Marquis's manor. Qin He summoned a light rain, so the Marquis's manor should be indebted to her. No one here has the Rong King's manor's fertile land that received the rain. Qin He, you can't find Qin Bi, so what do you mean by reaping the benefits without sowing? You're really talking nonsense."

Qin He was speechless, her face flushed red, whether from embarrassment or anger, it was hard to tell.

Qin Jue from the second wife's side arrived, listened to a few words, and was also speechless.

"Qin He," Qin Jue said with a gentle reproach, "Why are you making such a fuss?"

Qin He was furious; it turned out she'd become a troublemaker.

Lady Qin Yanhou pursed her lips. Even Madam He, Qin Bi's legal mother, was displeased and stood up for Qin Bi. Qin He's words were inappropriate: "Are you still summoning her? Your sister Qin Bi isn't here. Apologize to your fourth aunt later."

"Why should I?" Qin He raised her voice.

Several ladies from the Marquis's mansion simultaneously darkened their faces and stared intently at Qin He. Qin He was startled and took a step back. As a concubine's daughter, she naturally feared the head mistress of the household, and these ladies were all head mistresses of noble birth.

"Qin He." Cui's gaze turned cold: "Apologize to your fourth aunt later."

The Crown Prince's wife stepped forward with a beaming smile. She remembered that the Crown Prince had gone to the Rong Prince's residence and had instructed her to assist her mother-in-law in summoning rain before leaving. Having received the Crown Prince's entrustment, she had to do it perfectly.

The fact that the Crown Prince was able to go to the Rong Prince's residence shows that he values ​​Qin Bi more.

"Sister Qin He." The Lady of the Heir Apparent took Qin He's hand and smiled gently. "Our Marquis's estate has fertile fields right here. I also know a little about summoning rain. Like the rain you summoned this morning, no one took credit for it, and no one benefited from it. You just don't think things through when you speak."

After a pause, the Crown Prince's wife tried to be impartial and then got back to business: "Are you still going to summon rain? If not, we and our aunts will go back. In this hot weather, there are very few rain clouds. It would be good if we could even summon a light rain."

The Crown Prince's wife tapped and held it carefully, leaving no room for criticism.

To be honest, if the Crown Prince's wife had a higher-grade summoning artifact, she could summon a light rain. Qin He is a disciple of a celestial sect, so she just has more magical treasures.

Qin He lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then decided that once she summoned the heavy rain, she would see who dared to make her apologize.

Qin He glanced at the crops and saw that the leaves had all been stripped off. The sun was scorching, and the heat was unbearable. She said with righteous indignation, "The fertile fields desperately need rain. How can I feel at ease if I don't summon it? I will summon it again."

The Crown Prince's wife breathed a sigh of relief; she could just summon him again.

Right now, regardless of whether it's heavy rain or light rain, as long as there's a little rain, the crops will survive. That's because Qin He has a summoning artifact. The Qin Yan Marquis's mansion can't produce such a mid-level summoning artifact. If Qin He is willing to give her a mid-level summoning artifact, then the Crown Prince's wife won't need Qin He's help.

Qin He was clearly unwilling to give up this opportunity to build her reputation. Oh well, the young master's wife sighed helplessly. Some people are just lucky and blessed to be favored by the immortal sects, and their sects are even willing to give them intermediate-level summoning artifacts.

"It's the hottest time of day right now, let's wait until mid-afternoon to summon her." Lady Qin Yanhou glanced at the scorching sun and didn't urge Qin He to summon her immediately.

There are the fewest rain clouds at noon; only a fool would summon rain at midday.

Even the clouds were dried up by the sun.

Qin He had a headache and felt nauseous, so she went to rest. The guard activated the teleportation array and left. Qin He wanted to eat ice cream, so the guard went to the shop to get some. Everyone was extremely hot.

Qin Yan returned to the Rong King's residence and mentioned that Qin He had summoned a light rain that morning. As for Qin Bi reaping the benefits without lifting a finger, Qin Yan wouldn't pass on the message, lest Qin Bi be displeased.

Anyone would feel uncomfortable if they were accused of reaping the benefits of others' labor without reason.

Qin Bi laughed when she learned from Qin Yan that Qin He had consumed a lot of spiritual energy. It was good that her spiritual energy was being consumed, as it was being used up little by little. It wouldn't do for only one person to lie down in the Xue Prince's mansion; Qin He needed to keep Fu Bao company.

Several rain-summoning artifacts, painted with images of rain, were placed on the table, prepared by Prince Rong.

Qin Bi drank a bowl of strong tea, which revived her. She picked up a summoning artifact and said, "I'm summoning."

"The sun is scorching right now, so we'll summon you in the late afternoon," said Prince Rong.

"Sister." Qin Lang wiped his sweat. "Let's cool off and summon some cooler stuff. Even the clouds have been baked dry."

"It's alright." Qin Bi waved her hand and began to summon the magical artifact.

Qin Bi didn't hesitate at all, and Qin Yan couldn't stop her. Once the summoning started, it couldn't be interrupted, otherwise all the previous efforts would be wasted and the spiritual power would also be damaged. The first strategist, Lin Yao, twitched his lips.

In an instant, the wind picked up.

Lin Yao: "..."

There was no wind or fire at midday, but the wind picked up as soon as the Crown Princess summoned her; this could hardly be called natural weather.

Everyone's pupils contracted, and they looked up at the blowing wind.

Qin Lang looked at the leaves: "...My goodness!"

Qin Yan's heart raced, and Rong Shizi squinted. As the wind grew stronger, dark clouds began to gather in the sky, clustering together in one direction, dark and heavy with rain.

The staff were excited, but Qin Bi warned them in advance: "Don't get excited, it's just a gust of wind, not a drop of rain will fall."

“Dark clouds, huge dark clouds,” the strategist said, pointing to the thick sky. “It’s bound to rain heavily.”

Qin Bi poured cold water on the idea, emphasizing, "Not a single drop of rain will fall."

The staff member's hands trembled; he was nearly choked with anger, unable to catch his breath.