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

Rong Chi coaxed Qin Bi, "Play with me."

Alright, Qin Bi played with him, picked him up and continued washing the spirit fruit in the basin. Qin Bi was good at coaxing children. She took an orange spirit peach with green leaves and plucked it.

"This one is big," Qin Bi said to the child.

The child is happy because he gets the bigger one and benefits from it, so he will only recognize the bigger one.

Rong Chi took a small bite of the spirit peach, only nibbling on the skin. The taste was fresh peach flavor, and the child immediately drooled and bit into it with his little teeth. He was teething, and this kind of slightly firm peach was especially delicious.

Qin Bi took a bite out of the peach, making a small indentation so the child could easily gnaw on it. The freshly picked peach was a bit hard, and the skin was difficult to chew. The little dumpling took a bite from where Qin Bi had bitten, and it was so sweet.

"It's sweet," the little dumpling said.

Qin Bi smiled and nodded. It was indeed very sweet, and the child was adorable.

Give the little dumpling a kiss, and it will giggle happily.

Qin Bi smiled too. She liked eating this kind of spirit peach. She counted and found that there were only five of these orange spirit peaches. Apart from the one Rong Chi ate, the other spirit peaches were all quite small.

The fruit is small, but its appearance is quite good, with no blemishes.

"Is this very expensive?" Qin Bi turned to ask Rong Jun.

Qin Bi regretted asking the question as soon as she did. It wasn't a pointless question; she just felt that these few spirit peaches weren't enough to eat. But the orange spirit peaches were clearly top-grade spirit fruits, so it would be strange if they weren't expensive.

Rong Jun was about to go to the study when he heard this. The man looked relaxed, a slight smile on his handsome face: "Not expensive."

Qin Bi didn't believe it: "Really?"

Orange-colored spiritual fruits are generally orange-grade, so how could they not be expensive?
"Do you like it?" Rong Jun asked.

Before Qin Bi could answer, the little dumpling nodded: "Delicious, so sweet!"

Rong Jun smiled, his expression full of affection.

The man said nothing and went to the study.

Rong Jun was planning to visit the Immortal Sect again. He knew Qin Bi's temperament just by looking at how Prince He gave his fiancée a bunch of books. Qin Bi rarely asked for anything. Judging from this, Qin Bi really liked eating these orange-grade spirit peaches.

Rong Jun has been reborn several times, but who can he truly care about? Only Qin Bi and his child.

It's just an orange-grade spirit fruit? Rong Jun can afford to raise it.

How could he not pamper the Crown Princess whom he had raised with the entire Rongwang Mansion?

As soon as Rong Jun left, the main hall and living room became lively. Rong Yang also chose a spiritual fruit she liked. The little prince let Rong Yang and Rong Chi choose. After the children had chosen, the little prince and Qin Bi washed the spiritual fruit and ate it.

“The spiritual fruits in winter are tastier than those in summer,” the little prince said while munching on a fruit. “The taste is different too; the spiritual fruits in winter have a stronger fruity flavor. Mine is very delicious.”

"Let me try it." The little dumpling leaned forward.

The little prince handed over the spirit fruit, and the little dumpling took a big bite. Its mouth was quite big, but unfortunately, its teeth weren't strong enough, and it only managed to bite off a small piece. So the little prince used a dagger to cut off a piece and put it in the little dumpling's hand.

He cut off another piece and gave it to Rong Yang.

Qin Bi originally didn't want to get involved. The little prince wasn't her child. She could just let Rong Yang and Rong Chi be modest. As long as her own child didn't suffer any loss, Qin Bi would pretend she didn't see anything.

However, due to her personality, Qin Bi couldn't do it.

"Rong Chi." Qin Bi called to the little guy. The little dumpling turned his head, and Qin Bi said, "Let the little prince brother also try your orange spirit peach. Give him just a little bit, not too much."

Qin Bi was also a miser, but to her surprise, the little dumpling was incredibly stingy. She took a bite of the peach, then took it out of her mouth and offered the flesh to the little prince with her tiny hands. "Little prince brother," Rong Chi said, "you should try it."

Qin Bi: "..."

The little prince didn't mind the little guy's drool at all, and took the fruit and ate it.

The young prince said to Rong Yang, "This orange-grade spiritual fruit is indeed different. It tastes better and has a flavor reminiscent of fruits ripened by frost in autumn. Rong Yang, you should wash one and have one too."

Rong Yang took three spirit peaches, washed them, and then gave one to Qin Bi and one to the little prince.

Rong Chi craned his neck to look at the small basket: "How many orange-grade spirit peaches are left?"

Qin Bi was speechless, curled her lips, and said irritably, "There's one more, I'll save it for you."

Rong Chi was relieved and continued to gnaw on his spiritual fruit.

After taking a few bites, Rong Chi handed the spirit peach to Rong Yang: "Elder brother, please try it."

Rong Yang took a bite: "Delicious."

In return, Rong Yang handed Rong Chi his orange-grade spirit peach. His peach was small, while Rong Chi's was the biggest. There was no way around it; Rong Chi was the only true little money-grubber in the whole family.

Rong Chi took a bite, and only then did Qin Bi speak to the little prince, bringing up the topic from earlier: "You think the spiritual fruits in winter are delicious because you haven't eaten them for a long time."

"I think so." The young prince scooped the spiritual fruit out of the basin, handed the basin to the maid, who took it away, and said, "However, I prefer the taste of spiritual fruit in winter."

Qin Bi nodded: "I find the spiritual fruits of winter delicious too."

The young prince wiped Rong Yang's mouth, and Qin Bi watched. After the young prince finished, he sat down and said, "Fu Bao doesn't come to the palace much anymore. When my maternal grandfather sends me the spiritual fruit, I'll bring it to the Rong Prince's residence."

Qin Bi felt a little embarrassed: "You eat it yourself."

The young prince didn't say anything and continued eating the fruit.

Qin Bi had no one to chat with except Rong Yang and the little dumpling. She could only chat with the little prince, but they didn't talk about anything else. They just discussed what ingredients to eat in the freezing winter.

"Let's braise a spirit duck," Qin Bi suggested. "We also have spirit vegetables in the manor. Add some cabbage and chili peppers. Ah, hot pot is still the warmest option."

Rong Yang said, "Let's eat hot pot."

Rong Chi said in a childish voice, "Braised bird duck."

"Arrange everything." Qin Bi smiled: "What our Rongwang Mansion has no shortage of is spirit birds and ducks."

The guards immediately went to the manor to catch spirit birds and ducks. The cook selected the types of spirit dishes. Braised spirit birds and ducks required many seasonings, and hot pot must include monster meat, as ordinary monster meat was too tough for children to chew.

Upon hearing this, Rong Jun sent his men to Lingzhi Street to buy monster meat.

The prince's courtyard was bustling with activity, which delighted the children. Qin Bi said, "If only it would snow heavily, we could eat hot pot and enjoy delicious food in the snow. How wonderful that would be!"

Qin He was neither mentally unstable nor had her lifespan been damaged. Qin Bi planned to have a good meal to nourish herself, otherwise, she would definitely get angry because of her petty nature. Qin He was not mentally unstable, but Qin Bi was, so she couldn't get angry.

“Impossible.” The young prince glanced at the sky outside. “It’s dry and cold, with no sign of snow. Even if it’s cloudy, it’s impossible for it to snow. My father and the prime minister are already discussing how to make it snow.”

With such biting cold, it's impossible for it to snow.

Qin Bi, longing for a snowy day to eat hot pot, summoned Lin Yao: "Go to the Qin Yan Marquis's residence and ask Qin Lang for some Lesser Five Grains Abundant Harvest Clouds." (End of Chapter)