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

Prince He glanced at Qin Yan, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

Everyone here is shrewd; they understand everything. Qin Yan said, "Rong Yang and Rong Chi are eating. You're just wandering around, getting in the way of the children. Why don't you go play somewhere else?"

It's not appropriate to say that a noble lady should be reserved when entertaining guests at home; that's too blunt. Qin Yan is the heir of the Marquis's mansion, and his every word and action upholds the dignity of the mansion. A gentle reprimand is sufficient.

The girls exchanged glances and then stepped aside.

What a great opportunity to get close to Prince He! But his eldest cousin actually stopped them. The girls pouted and complained in their hearts. Prince He hadn't even married a proper wife. Sister Qin He and Qin Bi were able to marry into higher social classes, so why couldn't they?

Especially the concubine's daughters of marquises, their goal is to become the heir apparent's wife.

The Great Yan Dynasty only has two powerful ministers' heirs, so it would be fine for one of them to become the wife of the heir of the Duke of Yan's mansion.

Qin Yan glanced at his younger sisters. They were courting death, forgetting that Prince He was destined to be widowed and childless. Right, Prince Rong married Qin Bi without incident, and Qin Bi was also fine when Prince He got married. They were taking a chance and gambling on their fate.

Qin Yan did not stop her sisters from marrying into higher social classes, but she could not disregard propriety.

Qin Bi and Qin He married so well that all the young ladies of the Marquis's mansion wanted to marry into a higher social class.

Qin Yan sighed. How could they be compared? Qin Bi was beautiful, didn't climb the social ladder, and had her merits in her personality. Qin He was clever and could come up with many strange and wonderful ways to make money.

The other sisters from the Marquis's family? We'll see, it's all up to fate.

It wouldn't be a bad thing if the Qin Yan Marquis's mansion produced another wife of a powerful minister's heir, and Qin Yan would be happy to see that, but now he's not in such a hurry as before Qin Bi and Qin He got married.

The main point is that Prince He didn't mean it that way, and Qin Yan couldn't shamelessly arrange for a younger sister to be paired with Prince He.

When Qin Bi and Prince He divorced, the Qin Yan Marquis's Mansion and the Yan State Duke's Mansion almost fell out. Fortunately, Qin Bi was a good person and, out of consideration for the Marquis's Mansion, broke off relations with the Yan State Duke's Mansion on her behalf.

Having seen women arranging marriages many times, Prince Xue smiled while holding his teacup: "Prince Qin, are there a few young ladies from marquis families who are considering marriage? Prince Rong's marriage is fine, so his fate should be alright. The Duke of Yan's mansion is still lacking a wife."

Qin Yan looked at Prince He, Qin Lang frowned, and Rong Yang took a peeled sweet potato to eat.

Prince He stopped feeding the little dumpling, who had eaten quite a bit, and turned to say, "Prince Xue, you don't need to worry about my affairs. Just take good care of your own child, so you won't keep looking for me all the time."

Prince Xue smiled awkwardly: "Our two families have a good relationship, I only think of you when I need something."

“I’m not exactly free either. If you can handle things yourself, there’s no need to ask me,” said Prince He. “I also have children to raise. Rong Yang is alright, but there’s also Rong Chi. I don’t have any extra resources to spare.”

Qin Yan didn't know how to respond, while Qin Jue's heart tightened; this meant...

Are you really not going to raise Fu Bao anymore?!
It's not a big deal if we don't raise Fu Bao; the main issue is whether Qin He has lost her influence with Prince He.

Qin He lost her importance in Prince He's heart, and the second wife gained nothing from her.

Qin Lang couldn't suppress the smile on his face. Prince Xue and Prince He were on good terms, so he smiled and said, "You're willing to raise another Rong Chi, why would you care about Fu Bao and her brother? Prince He's family is very wealthy."

Qin Jue's heart leaped. Prince He chuckled faintly, his smile devoid of warmth: "My Rong Yang has never been by my side since he was little. What was rightfully his has been given to Fu Bao. Prince Xue, are you still not satisfied? That child, Rong Yang, should have been mine."

These words were too harsh, and Prince Xue's smile faded. He laughed it off, saying, "I was just joking. Fu Bao has already enjoyed quite a few benefits. Fu Bao is a good child and remembers them all. She also said she would be good to Rong Yang."

After the young prince had eaten and drunk his fill, he grabbed a handful of roasted melon seeds from the side hall and came to the living room. Upon hearing this, the child pouted, "Still being nice to Rong Yang? Give me a break, Rong Yang doesn't even bother to look at Fu Bao."

The young prince found it strange; Rong Yang really disliked Fu Bao. Seeing that the little dumpling was sleepy, Prince He stopped wasting words with Prince Xue. Qin Yan glanced at the child in Prince He's arms and tried to remain silent. Soon, the little dumpling fell asleep.

Prince He could not leave even if he wanted to; the winter was dry and cold, and the child was likely to catch a cold while asleep.

Qin Lang put Rong Yang down and picked up the little baby. Prince He got up and took the small blanket and cloak he had brought, covering Qin Lang and the child tightly. The little prince and Rong Yang followed, and Qin Lang carried the child out of the living room.

The Crown Prince's wife said, "There is a small bed in the side hall."

"It's so noisy," Qin Lang said. "I can't sleep well."

Qin Lang carried the little one, followed by the young prince and Rong Yang. The children from the four households also rushed out of the side hall. The young prince took great care of the children, even checking if the little ones' feet were covered.

Children's feet are easily chilled when they are held by adults.

Qin Lang brought the child back, and Jiang and Lin quickly went to make the bed. The child was too young, and she was the apple of Rong Shizi's eye, so they were very careful and made sure the bed was warm.

Qin Lang put the child down, and Jiang Shi gently covered him with a blanket. The little prince also pulled the blanket up to make room for him, so as not to suppress his twenty years of good fortune and luck in the Great Yan Dynasty.

Madam He also doted on her grandson and originally wanted to sit beside the child.

As a result, the young prince sat by the bed and wouldn't leave; he wanted to watch the child sleep.

Ms. He: "..."

Alright, Madam He and everyone else went to the outer room. Qin Di and his two legitimate sons were looking at the blueprints for expanding the courtyard in the main hall. Rong Yang went to the bedroom for a look, and the little prince stayed by Rong Chi's side without leaving for a moment.

Rong Yang said in a low voice, "Brother Prince, I'm going to Mother's courtyard. The Fourth Branch is building a courtyard, and I'm tidying up some things for Mother. When your younger brother wakes up, send someone to call me, but don't take him out immediately."

The young prince nodded: "Go."

Rong Yang went out and told He Shi that Qin Lang had gone to Qin Bi's courtyard with Rong Yang.

Qin Han was already tidying up. When she saw Rong Yang and Qin Lang arrive, Qin Han deliberately hid in the house to avoid greeting them. She was waiting for Rong Yang to come and see her aunt.

Rong Yang and Qin Lang went upstairs, but the child ignored her.

The Crown Prince Rong had told Rong Yang that apart from his grandfather and a few other elders, he didn't need to pay attention to the others. As for his aunts, they had never had a proper relationship with his mother, so there was no need for the child to visit any of them.

Upon entering the bedroom, Qin Lang asked, "What are you going to pack?"

Rong Yang took out a summoning artifact and ran to the bedside to play. The child liked to stay where his mother lived, not to do anything, but just because he felt safe there. He could do whatever he wanted.

After playing for a while, Rong Yang rolled up her sleeves and carefully tidied up the books with her chubby little hands.

“My mother loves books,” Rong Yang said.

Qin Lang nodded: "Young Master He gave your mother many books back then. Since she liked them, she shouldn't have returned them."

“You need to eat even if you give me books,” Rong Yang said. “You don’t even give me money.” (End of Chapter)