RBCT Chapter 604 The Great Yan Emperor's Eight Trigrams
Chapter 604 The Great Yan Emperor's Eight Trigrams
Duke Yan reached out his hand: "Come here, let your grandfather hug you."
The little dumpling Rongchi stretches out his tiny hands, and he'll let anyone hold him.
Prince Rong handed over the little dumpling. Duke Yan, holding a little dumpling in each arm, was in a good mood and said to Prince Rong, "Go ahead and get busy. I'll take care of the children and the little prince."
Prince Rong took a handkerchief and wiped Rong Yang and Rong Chi's mouths before leaving.
Marquis Qin Yan wanted to say a few words to Duke Yan, but he had to go about his business. He only heard Duke Yan say to the little baby in his arms, "Next time, if Prince Xue does something like this, just keep crying."
Marquis Qin Yan: "..."
Lady Qin Yanhou: "......"
The Crown Prince's wife: "......"
Is this appropriate? Just now, King Xue's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
The young prince moved a stool closer, and upon hearing this, he was stunned. He was already naughty enough if he didn't teach the little dumpling Rong Chi, why was the Duke of Yan teaching him how to be naughty?
Rong Yang hugged the yellow pear and took a bite. The little dumpling Rong Chi also hugged the yellow pear. Even the Duke of Yan could smell the fresh fragrance of the yellow pear. Although this yellow pear spiritual fruit was a low-grade spiritual fruit, it tasted really good.
The little dumpling Rongchi looked up and said, "They won't let me howl."
"It's alright," said the Duke of Yan. "You can't kill Prince Xue by howling."
It's not good for the little dumpling to keep howling at He Yan. Now that he's finally found a new target, Duke Yan has to make sure the little dumpling recognizes Rong Chi. So, howling at Prince Xue, don't hold back.
Marquis Qin Yan: "..."
It's hard to say. Try howling at Xue Wang repeatedly; he might not necessarily die.
Lady Qin Yanhou: "......"
The Crown Prince's wife: "......"
These words sound like they wish the Prince of Xue were dead.
"Not dead?" The little dumpling asked in surprise, shaking its head. "Don't howl at him."
Duke Yan: "??????"
How can this be? Howling King Xue is stronger than Howling He Yan.
“Yes, yes, we won’t howl.” The little prince came to his senses and quickly went over to scold Duke Yan like a little adult: “How can you teach Rong Chi to howl? He’s already very naughty.”
Duke Yan touched his nose, glanced at Rong Yang, and Rong Chi ate a yellow pear.
"Rongchi." The little prince taught the little dumpling again: "We can't learn this, we can't howl."
Little Rong Chi nodded, his clear eyes sparkling black. He lowered his head and took a bite of the yellow pear. He was so well-behaved; he wouldn't die even if he cried out to Xue Wang.
Rong Yang swallowed the fruit in his mouth and said to the little dumpling Rong Chi next to him, "Fu Bao also calls him grandfather. She has a grandfather, who is Prince Xue. She doesn't call him that, but she insists on taking our grandfather's place."
Little dumpling Rongchi won't eat spirit fruits anymore. What? Is he trying to steal his grandfather?
"My goodness, Prince Xue..." the little dumpling Rong Chi exclaimed in a childish voice, "Why aren't you dead yet~"
This outburst struck Yan Guogong and Qin Yanhou like lightning. He was already howling? Yan Guogong was caught off guard; his intention was to wail at Xue Wang and infuriate him.
"Stop howling, stop howling..." The little prince covered the little dumpling's mouth. The little guy was good at howling. Pulling the little prince's hand away, the little prince stomped his feet anxiously: "Sigh, I'll go tell your father."
"Uh..." The little dumpling stopped and coaxed the little prince, "Don't cry anymore."
The young prince praised him, "Yes, that's right."
After praising the little prince, he wouldn't let the Duke of Yan hold the baby anymore. He reached out and took the baby, Rong Chi, to tell the Crown Prince that he was taking the baby into the palace to play. After taking a few steps, the little prince turned back to the teahouse of the Marquis of Qin Yan's residence and asked Rong Yang, "Rong Yang, are you going?"
"I'm not going." Rong Yang shook her head: "I want to wait for my mother to send me the family's wealth."
“Alright, Rong Chi and I will go to the palace to get some pastries.” The little prince nodded and said, “We won’t stay in the palace for long. We’ll be back soon. Rong Chi and I will go to the imperial kitchen to get some pastries for you to eat.”
Rong Yang nodded; he did indeed want to eat something, as the spiritual fruit didn't keep him full.
After the young prince and the little dumpling Rong Chi left, the Duke of Yan carried Rong Yang and left the teahouse with Marquis Qin Yan. They then went to the Ministry of Works' teleportation array. By this time, most of the things had already been moved back to the Rong King's Mansion.
Prince Rong summoned Qin Xun to the teahouse at the Rong Prince's residence for a talk.
On a small stove beside the tea stall, the cook from the Rongwang Mansion was already simmering fresh mushroom soup.
The young prince entered the palace, and Rong Chi, carrying the little dumpling, went to the imperial kitchen to find pastries. The Emperor of Great Yan had already heard that the Xue Prince's Mansion was going to seek revenge, but unfortunately, they would not get away with it by encountering the Crown Prince Rong.
The Emperor of Great Yan laughed heartily: "My little nephew is quite clever."
The Prime Minister's lips twitched: "Prince Xue is furious."
"It's alright, it's alright." The Emperor of Great Yan said dismissively, "He won't die."
That's true. Xue Wang is a king, not someone who would be killed by a little baby's howl. The Prime Minister and Xue Wang have a so-so relationship, there's nothing between them, he's just gossiping with the Emperor of Great Yan.
Unexpectedly, while the Ministry of Revenue was always bustling in previous years, the Ministry of Works became the busiest this year.
The Emperor of Great Yan brought the little dumpling Rongchi over and admired it for a while. Then, the little prince, carrying bags of freshly made pastries, took the little dumpling Rongchi from the Emperor's arms and left.
"Are we leaving already?" the Emperor of Great Yan asked.
The young prince stopped in his tracks: "Is there anything else?"
"It's all been for nothing." The Emperor of Great Yan waved his hand. "Let's go."
Without further ado, the little prince strode away, but then suddenly remembered something. He put down the little dumpling Rongchi, opened the little dumpling's storage bag, and immediately became furious.
The child's storage bag contained several spirit fruits, but now all of them are gone.
"Where are the spirit fruits?" the little prince asked the little dumpling.
The little dumpling said, "Give it to Uncle Emperor."
The young prince grew impatient: "Why are you giving it to him? Aren't you a miser?"
"He gave me this." The little dumpling took out a palm-sized teleportation scroll from her sleeve: "This is a small teleportation array. I like it. Let's trade."
"That's more like it." The little prince was still not satisfied, so he picked up the little dumpling and went back to fight.
The Minister of War stopped him, saying, "We didn't eat the young prince's spiritual fruit for nothing."
The young prince bypassed the Minister of War and entered the hall, saying to the Emperor of Great Yan, "How dare you take a child's spiritual fruit? I'll go tell the Rong King and the Rong Crown Prince to come knocking on our door."
The Emperor of Great Yan said matter-of-factly, "I didn't eat your food for nothing."
"Who cares about your little teleportation array?" The little prince was open to negotiation: "Give me another one, but not one for Rong Yang."
The Emperor of Great Yan and his prime minister exchanged a glance, realizing they were in the wrong. The little dumpling Rong Chi was too young, and asking for his spiritual fruit would damage the emperor's dignity. So the Emperor of Great Yan gave him a small teleportation array the size of a palm.
"Huh? Something's not right." The Emperor of Great Yan realized something was amiss: "You're my prince, when did you become part of the Chengrong Prince's household?"
Without a word, the little prince picked up the little dumpling and ran off, taking off as fast as he could. The little dumpling was so nervous that he dropped his spiritual fruit. (End of Chapter)