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

Prince Xue looked surprised for a moment, then realized that Qin He was angry.

Qin He said she wouldn't compare herself to Qin Bi, but she knew whether she cared or not. Qin He had never taken Qin Bi seriously, but Qin Bi was doing better and better, which Qin He found hard to accept.

Qin He couldn't bear the shock of hearing that Prince Rong had given Qin Bi a share of the profits from their joint venture.

Anger can cause fainting, and the consequences can be severe or minor. Prince Xue couldn't care less about being angry with Qin He and instead rebuked Qin He's younger sister and Qin Yan: "Qin He is ill, why are you talking to her about Qin Bi? The two of them don't get along anyway."

Qin He's younger sister lowered her head and said, "I didn't know that Sister Qin He would faint from anger."

Is it because of poor health, or is it because of a bad temper?

When Qin Bi and Prince He got married before, Qin He longed for a lifelong, monogamous relationship. Because she was to become a secondary wife, Qin He was furious every day, but nothing serious happened. Why did she faint from anger this time?

Getting angry is one thing, but to faint from anger is another; one's temper is far too strong.

Prince Xue couldn't continue to scold her. Just as he was about to get up and go to the palace to fetch the imperial physician, Qin He finally recovered. She opened her eyes, frowned, and said, "Stop arguing. My head hurts so much. Give me a glass of juice."

“You can’t drink fruit juice,” said Prince Xue.

Qin He frowned: "I feel nauseous."

Left with no other choice, Prince Xue ordered a maid to fetch a glass of juice. Qin He's younger sister hesitated for a moment, but to show that they had a good sisterly relationship, she went over, took the glass, and handed it to Qin He.

Qin He took a few sips of juice from her cup, and her expression softened. Qin He's younger sister and Qin Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The two arrived at their sister's house, and Qin He fainted from anger because of her repeating what she had said. If this got out, it would sound bad, as if they were gossiping, which would damage their reputation.

"You should be more open-minded in the future," Prince Xue advised Qin He. "Don't take everything so seriously. I just asked Qin Yan, are you unhappy because Prince Rong gave Qin Bi a share of the shop's profits? They are husband and wife, so it's perfectly reasonable for Prince Rong to give Qin Bi money. It's unreasonable for you to be angry about this. If you're angry, you won't feel well either."

Tears welled up in Qin He's eyes as she said aggrievedly, "Was it easy for me to open this shop? I worked from dawn till dusk when I first started, putting so much effort into making all kinds of soaps. Qin Bi and I don't get along, so how could Prince Rong just hand over a share of the shop to Qin Bi? What has Qin Bi contributed? Why should I give Qin Bi the money I worked so hard to earn?"

Why not give the money to someone else? Even if Prince Rong keeps a mistress, giving the money to her would be better than giving it to Qin Bi. Prince Rong should have a concubine. With a concubine vying for favor, Qin Bi would have nothing to do with it.

Qin He was filled with resentment and rage, and felt dizzy and disoriented.

Prince Xue hesitated, and Qin He's younger sister and Qin Yan dared not speak, fearing that Qin He would faint again.

Qin He fainted just now, which scared the two of them to death.

Qin He felt increasingly wronged and powerless. Just as Prince Xue had said, Prince Rong could give his share of the silver to whomever he wanted, and no one could interfere! However, Qin He was both angry and frustrated.

Qin He burst into tears: "I worked so hard to earn this money."

Qin He was truly wronged and felt extremely aggrieved.

Xue Shizi, unable to bear it any longer, reminded him: "That's the share that Rong Shizi is entitled to. The money has been given to him, why are you making such a fuss? Rong Shizi can give it to whomever he wants. You're worrying too much. If word gets out, no one will think you're right."

It's your own fault for being angry. What business is it of yours how the Crown Prince divides his inheritance?
Qin He choked back a sob: "Go away, I don't want to see you."

If she didn't agree with her, Qin He wouldn't listen and would be angry. What was wrong with her caring about who got the money she earned? She could give it to anyone else, but she just couldn't accept it being given to Qin Bi. Prince Xue glanced at Qin He and saw that she had just been flustered and was fine now.

When Prince Xue left, Qin He's younger sister and Qin Yan were extremely worried. They should have left as soon as Qin He was alright. But she didn't leave just now, and Prince Xue left in a huff. As sisters of the Marquis's mansion, it wouldn't be appropriate for them to leave Qin He behind.

There was nothing else they could do, so Qin He's younger sister and Qin He had to stay a little longer. When they chatted with Qin He again, they only talked about taking care of her health and dared not mention anything else, for fear that Qin He would faint again.

When Prince Xue arrived at Princess Xue's courtyard, Fu Bao was also there. Princess Xue was worried that Qin He's illness might affect the child, so Prince Xue's legitimate son and Fu Bao were brought to Princess Xue's side.

Princess Xue, knowing that Qin He had fainted, asked, "Are you alright? Why did you suddenly faint?"

Prince Xue couldn't tell Princess Xue why Qin He had fainted from anger. It was unreasonable and illogical, like she was mentally ill; fainting from anger was just a stupid thing to do.

If Princess Xue knew Qin He's intentions, she would have to consider replacing the Crown Prince's wife.

The Crown Prince's consort must first be sensible and be a legitimate daughter of a noble family. However, as everyone knows, Qin He is merely a concubine's daughter of the second branch of the Qin Yan Marquis's household, and has no connection to being a legitimate daughter. Furthermore, Qin He is too petty.

It's good that Prince Xue knows, but it's not good to let Princess Xue know.

"The Crown Princess cares about me a lot." Prince Xue sat down and could only help Qin He with her description. The two still had a good relationship: "The Crown Princess was already ill. I went out drinking with some friends yesterday, and the Crown Princess came to find me. She was probably angry."

Princess Xue snorted coldly: "What do you mean by caring about you? In my opinion, you, the Crown Prince's wife, are just jealous."

Prince Xue grinned: "Mother, the Crown Princess has me in her heart."

Princess Xue didn't bother with anything, and drank her tea. It was a cold winter day, and because it wasn't snowing, it was dry and cold, even more biting than when it snowed. Qin He's eldest son was reading a book on the side.

Whether or not one can understand it is secondary. The youngest son of the Rong Prince, Rong Chi, has already started reading memorials. If the eldest son of the Xue Prince's Mansion doesn't start reading books soon, he will be outdone.

To be honest, when Princess Xue glanced at Qin He's eldest son, she felt a pang of jealousy. They were both grandsons of the Qin Yan Marquis's family, and Rong Yang and Rong Chi were showered with love and affection.

Other people's children grow up too, becoming exquisitely beautiful, which made Princess Xue feel envious.

Qin He's eldest son is also good-looking, with a robust and chubby face. Unlike those little dumpling babies, Qin He's eldest son looks very auspicious, with a strong and sturdy build.

Prince Xue also doted on his children, taking his eldest son in his arms and teaching him a few words.

The child was studying diligently, while Fu Bao strolled over, deliberately showing off her intelligence. Prince Xue glanced at Fu Bao; the child's temperament was somewhat like Qin He's—too outstanding and competitive.

My younger brother is still small and doesn't know how to be considerate.

Prince Xue couldn't help but think of Rong Yang. The child was small, a delicate little dumpling, but she doted on her younger brother Rong Chi. The child didn't seem to worry at all about Prince Rong's favoritism.

If it were Fu Bao, she probably would have already made a scene.

"Fu Bao." Prince Xue, holding his eldest son, stopped and taught the child, "Go play somewhere else."

“No,” Fu Bao said. (End of Chapter)