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

Chapter 341 He's finally found his home

Rong Jun became increasingly worried, and Rong Yang also frowned. He Yan was just holding the little dumpling, staring at the child. How could this be? His little brother was not easy to take care of.

The little prince is curious, why hasn't he made a fuss yet?

Rong Jun instructed He Yan: "You need to talk to him."

He Yan looked down at the child and said, "Go home."

The little dumpling said in a childish voice, "No."

Rong Jun: "......"

Rong Yang: "......"

The young prince said, "Yes, we won't go home."

He Yan looked at the young prince: "Should I go to the palace?"

The threat in the tone made the young prince hiss. The Emperor of Great Yan was really going to beat him. The eunuch Fu beside him was speechless. Could he blame the Emperor of Great Yan for beating the young prince? Of all the things to teach, he had to teach the young prince to cry for his father.

The Great Yan Dynasty only has two powerful ministers and heirs to assist the emperor. Should the youngest heir, Rong Chi, cry? Should he cry for both of them? It's not a big deal if he doesn't, but what if he does? If he cries out all the people who should be crying, then the Great Yan emperor will be the one to cry.

Before his death, the late emperor had already calculated that the Yan imperial lineage needed two powerful ministers and heirs, neither of whom could be missing.

When Prince He enters the palace, the young prince will get a beating.

"I'm not going home," the little dumpling emphasized, her voice both cute and fierce, pointing with her tiny hand: "This is my home."

Rong Jun sighed helplessly: "This is your brother Rong Yang's home."

"My dear." The little dumpling crawled around, trying to stand up.

Rong Jun reached out to support him, as the child was unsteady and prone to falling. In fact, the young master Rong was overthinking it. Although He Yan was not good at taking care of children, he could certainly prevent the child from falling. Rong Yang also ran over to support the little dumpling.

"Rong Yang," He Yan said, "you should stay too."

Rong Yang shook her head, turned around and nestled into Rong Jun's arms.

He Yan felt a pang of sadness. He glanced at the little dumpling, who wouldn't leave no matter how hard he tried to shoo her away. The little dumpling even waved her little hands and said, "I'm not leaving, Father. You and my brother should go. Come and see me often."

Judging from these words, he seemed to want to stay permanently. Rong Jun took a deep breath and reluctantly left with Rong Yang. The little prince was reluctant to part with him; this younger brother was so much fun and so cute.

He Yanliu said to the young prince, "Why don't you stay at the Duke of Yan's residence, young prince?"

"Okay." The little prince was delighted and waved to Prince Rong and Rong Yang: "Don't worry, I'll stay and help Prince He take care of the child. I definitely won't let your precious little one suffer any grievances."

Rong Jun and Rong Yang were somewhat relieved. Seeing that it was getting late, Rong Jun turned back and instructed He Yan, "Just steam some egg custard for him tonight, something light."

"Add sesame oil," the little dumpling called out.

Alright, no need for Rong Jun to say anything, the little dumpling will ask for it herself.

Rong Yang also added, "My younger brother needs to eat the eggs laid by the spirit plant chicken."

He Yan nodded and took the opportunity to say, "Rong Yang, if you're worried, you can eat it and take it home."

Rong Yang refused to eat: "Let's save it for Fu Bao."

He Yan: "..."

“I’ll eat, I’ll eat…” the little prince chimed in.

He Yan felt that there was indeed something wrong with his fate. Rong Yang blamed him, but he couldn't get rid of other people's children. He gave Fu Bao steamed egg custard made with spiritual plant eggs, and He Yan was afraid that Fu Bao would choke.

The young prince can eat, but ultimately the children of the imperial family are closer to the Duke of Yan's mansion and the Prince of Rong's mansion.

"Do you have eggs laid by spirit plant chickens?" Rong Yang asked, remembering the question.

"We have to have it even if we don't," He Yan said.

The little dumpling chimed in, "Yes." Rong Jun grew angrier the more he looked at her, but he couldn't bear to beat her up, so he simply took Rong Yang and left.

He Yan carried the little dumpling to the door and got into the carriage. Prince Rong took a deep look at the little dumpling, who was happily waving around. He had finally found his home.

"Go, go, go," the child said in a childish voice.

Rong Yang got angry too. Look at how impatient they are to get rid of them. All that pampering was for nothing.

Watching the carriage from the Rong Prince's residence depart, the young prince turned around and stared blankly at He Yan and the child. Everyone knew whose child the little dumpling was, but this child had misunderstood and insisted on coming to the Duke of Yan's residence.

"You won't cause trouble, will you?" the little prince asked the little dumpling.

The little one said in a sweet, childish voice, "I'm good."

He Yan smiled. He was indeed very cute. No wonder the Crown Prince Rong treasured him so much. He turned around and walked back to his residence. The little prince followed. Eunuch Fu sent the Imperial Guards to the palace to report to the Emperor of Great Yan and the Imperial Concubine that the little prince would be staying at the Duke of Yan's residence.

It would be advantageous for the emperor to have the prince live in the minister's house, so the Emperor of Great Yan would certainly agree.

He Yan carried the child into the living room of the Duke of Yan's mansion. Before the Duke of Yan could speak, the little dumpling called out, "Grandfather."

Duke Yan: "..."

Lady Yan, standing nearby, remarked, "Oh, this child has quite the sweet tongue."

The Duke and his wife were both charmed by the child and adored him. The Duke immediately gave the child a box of monster crystals, and the Duchess of Yan searched around and gave the child several defensive tokens.

When the old Duke Yan and his wife heard about it, they gave the child several magical treasures.

The child accepted the items without hesitation, placing them one by one into the storage bag: "Mine, mine, mine..."

He Yan's lips twitched. This little dumpling's visit to his Yan State Duke's mansion was not in vain. Rong Yang complained that he gave Fu Bao a lot of things, but in fact, he had saved the really good things for Rong Yang.

The young prince watched longingly from the side, and the Duke of Yan gave him a summoning artifact.

Duke Yan went to the Immortal Sect, caught a spirit plant chicken, and bought eggs. He steamed a bowl of egg custard for the child, killed the spirit plant chicken, and stewed it. The little prince was preparing to have a big meal.

The little dumpling looked up at He Yan, who was holding him, and said, "Give my brother a chicken leg, one for me, one for my brother, and one chicken wing for Mother."

He Yan instructed, "Send half of it to the Rong King's residence."

Once the spirit plant chicken stew was ready, the guard took the food box and left. He couldn't deliver the stewed chicken, so he only delivered the stewed chicken, along with a serving of steamed egg custard and several kinds of pastries, all of which were things that children love to eat.

Lady Yan was worried that He Yan wouldn't know how to take care of the child and wanted to help feed him, but when she reached out, the little dumpling pulled at her, saying, "Father, hold me."

He Yan said, "I'll do it."

He Yan had seen Rong Jun take care of children before; it wasn't difficult for him. The children could really eat; the little prince only got to eat a few pieces of meat.

Everything was fine until nightfall, when He Yan got a headache.

The little dumpling sat on the bed and commanded, "Shoes, shoes."

He Yan took off his little shoes, and the little dumpling held up his tiny feet: "Socks."

He Yan pulled his socks back on, and then it was time to coax him to sleep. The little dumpling wouldn't sleep, instead playing with his little feet and chattering away. He Yan was patient, though.

The little prince also climbed into bed to sleep, and He Yan finally waited until the little dumpling became sleepy.

The child burst into tears, crying, "My dear father!"

He Yan: "...What's wrong?"

"I want to find my father and mother," the child cried, wanting to go home.

The young prince was dumbfounded: "It was you who wanted to stay."

"I want to find my father and mother." The child looked around for Rong Jun and Qin Bi.

(End of this chapter)