Chapter 503
Likes to hug things
Emperor of Great Yan: "..."
"Uncle Emperor," the little dumpling pointed to the spiritual vegetable, "Eat this."
When the Emperor of Great Yan saw the adorable little dumpling, he reached out and served it some food.
"Spoon, spoon," the little dumpling cried, wanting a small porcelain spoon; he also wanted to drink sweet water.
Well, the Great Yan Emperor fed him vegetables and then changed to a small porcelain spoon. The little dumpling took a sip of the soup from the sugar-coated cold vegetable salad, his dark eyes filled with joy, and he chuckled.
A smile appeared on Rong Shizi's lips as he picked up Rong Yang and fed her.
The young prince no longer had to take care of the children, so he would try any of the delicious spiritual vegetables he saw. The other princes ate at a leisurely pace, displaying great royal bearing, yet their eating speed was anything but slow.
Why? Because we're worried that Fu Bao will go to the palace. She's a glutton and will go there just because she smells something delicious.
Prince Rong didn't care whether Fu Bao entered the palace or not. He had already fed Rong Yang, but the little dumpling was still not full. As long as there was something delicious, the little guy would eat it. The Emperor of Da Yan held him but didn't get a single bite of food.
Prince Rong took a spiritual fruit from the fruit plate: "Rong Yang, have a spiritual fruit."
Prince Rong held the spirit fruit to the little dumpling's mouth. The little dumpling took a bite. The ministers who were eating with him in the palace couldn't help but sigh. Prince Rong, who used to be so dashing and spirited, really doted on his child now.
"Delicious." This was the first time Rong Yang had tasted this soft and sweet spiritual fruit.
It's just a low-grade spiritual fruit, but it's a rare variety. Prince Rong said, "Go find your father, Prince He."
Each child only gets one of these rare spiritual fruits. Since Prince Rong brought two children, he's already made a profit. It wouldn't be appropriate for him to eat one more. Rong Yang also knows that spiritual fruits are limited.
The little dumpling climbed off the low stool and ran towards Prince He.
Prince He was drinking and chatting with the Prime Minister when he looked up and saw the baby. He immediately put down his wine cup, got up, walked over quickly, picked up the little dumpling, and returned to his seat.
"The young prince is very cute," the Prime Minister praised.
Prince He's features softened, becoming gentle and refined: "Rong Yang is indeed adorable."
The Prime Minister had a faint smile on his face. Prince He praised his child for being perfect, saying that he was destined to have no children in this life. Suddenly having a child, how could he not find it precious?
It's a pity, there were so many good things that could have been given to Qin He and her children for free.
Fu Bao has consumed a lot of cultivation resources for children. If it were given to Rong Yang, the little dumpling would definitely be raised better. The Prime Minister's gaze fell on Prince He. This Prince He has neglected his own child quite a bit for the sake of his beloved.
Prince He took a handkerchief and wiped Rong Yang's mouth. The child, munching on a spiritual fruit, asked, "Do you like this kind of spiritual fruit?"
Rong Yang nodded: "I like it, it's soft, sticky and sweet."
Prince He reached out and gave Rong Yang another soft and sweet spiritual fruit. Some ministers also brought their children to dine together, and they were all older than Rong Yang and Rong Chi. Prince He should have a child.
This doesn't count; this is Prince Rong's share.
The Prime Minister naturally understood this principle, and his expression did not change at all. Rong Yang originally planned to leave immediately after obtaining the spiritual fruit, but the little dumpling did not leave. Prince He held him and peeled spiritual melon seeds for him.
On the Emperor's side, the little dumpling also received a spirit fruit.
The little dumpling took a bite of the fruit, its eyes widening with delight: "Father, two!"
The Emperor of Great Yan did not understand the child's innocent words, but the Crown Prince Rong and the Little Prince understood this half-sentence. The Little Prince knew that the little dumpling liked to hug things and had an extraordinary love for food.
“One spirit fruit for each child,” the young prince said.
Prince Rong also said, "No."
The little dumpling didn't cry or fuss. He was a sensible little dumpling. While munching on the spirit fruit, the child looked around at the palace banquet and saw Rong Yang holding such a soft and glutinous spirit fruit.
"Looking for my older brother," the little dumpling said in a childish voice.
Prince Rong remained silent for a moment, then handed the little dumpling over. The Prime Minister, who was sitting next to Prince He, looked up and, lo and behold, Prince He was holding another little dumpling. Prince Rong said something to Prince He and returned to his seat.
Having been so busy feeding the child, Prince Rong sat down and ate something too.
The prime minister asked the little dumpling, "What's your name?"
"Drink and eat," the little dumpling replied.
Prime Minister: "..."
Prince He and Rong Yang were also taken aback. After a moment of reaction, Rong Yang explained, "Prime Minister, he said his name is He Chi, not He Chi (meaning 'to drink' or 'to eat'). Don't listen to him, his name is Rong Chi."
Prime Minister: "..."
He's asking for a beating. If he were the heir of Rong, he'd get a beating as soon as he got home. And he's still eating and drinking? Look how clever you are at such a young age. If Rong Yang were willing to be He Yang, the entire Yan State Duke's mansion would be overjoyed.
Even so, Prince He was in a good mood. He discussed it with the Prime Minister, and the Prime Minister gave up the spiritual fruit that his own child had been allocated. In return, Prince He gave Rong Chi a soft and sweet spiritual fruit as a favor.
The little dumpling was eating one while hugging another, happily thrashing around.
After the young master Rong finished eating, the little dumpling went back to his room. The young master Rong knew that the little guy was still thinking about the things from the Duke of Yan's mansion. Was he angry? Rong Yang didn't argue, but the little dumpling was busy.
Prince Rong couldn't get angry, so he picked up the little dumpling and prepared to leave the palace.
"Rong Yang." The Crown Prince Rong picked up the baby and asked, "Shall we go back to the Rong Royal Palace?"
Prince He said, "I'll take him back in a bit."
“Alright.” Prince Rong knew very well how much a childless man who had lost his wife was cherished, so he didn’t make things difficult for Prince He. However, he had to say this: “Don’t send some kind of lucky baby and make our Rong Yang suffer.”
The Prime Minister stood with the Crown Prince Rong: "I'm keeping an eye on things."
Compared to Da Yan's 20th level of fortune and luck, Fu Bao swallowed two auspicious clouds. After comparison, the Prime Minister still values Da Yan's 20th level of fortune and luck more. It's okay for children to quarrel, but it's unacceptable for Rong Yang to suffer losses.
Prince Rong said, "Prime Minister, please come and visit my residence later."
The Prime Minister smiled and agreed.
Prince He: "..."
Prince Rong held the little bundle of flesh in his arms. The child was so small, yet he still managed to eat spiritual fruit even in the dead of winter. Rong Jun tried to take the spiritual fruit that the little boy had nibbled on from his hands.
"We'll eat when we get home," said Prince Rong.
"No," the little dumpling refused.
There was nothing he could do; the Crown Prince Rong doted on his child. He gathered the little cloak of demonic beast fur around the child, wrapped him in a small blanket, and strode out of the hall, while the little dumpling busied himself munching on spirit fruit.
When the ministers saw it, they were astonished, saying that it was truly a treasure!
When Prince Rong and Rong Chi returned to the Rong King's Mansion, Qin Bi was already waiting at home. For some reason, it wasn't snowing, and the sky was overcast, looking somewhat like it was going to snow.
Upon entering the house, the stove was burning brightly, making it very warm.
Prince Rong held the little baby in his arms and took out a small blanket. Qin Bi stood in front of the man and took off the little baby's cloak: "What did you eat in the palace?"
"Spiritual vegetables, spiritual fruits!" The little voice was crisp and clear, and the child was overjoyed.
Qin Bi hesitated slightly: "I want to go to the Demon Beast Realm." (End of Chapter)