Upon hearing this, Granny Liu's expression shifted slightly.

Mu Zhi pressed on, saying, "You sometimes refer to yourself as an old servant. Although Xuanming doesn't say it, he cares about it a lot. I've always noticed this. Xuanming was practically raised by you, Granny Liu, so you probably don't want him to be bothered by such trivial matters."

Granny Liu looked annoyed and said nervously, "His Majesty is concerned with matters of state and family. How can such a trivial matter trouble him? I... I will definitely change in the future. Please supervise me, Your Majesty."

Mu Zhi smiled broadly, "That's right, Granny Liu cares about me and Xuanming, and I'm very happy to hear you talk about it." Mu Zhi took Granny Liu's hand and walked forward.

"Alright, as long as Your Majesty doesn't find it annoying, I'll keep nagging you whenever I feel like it," said Granny Liu cheerfully.

After entering the inner room, Granny Liu asked Mu Zhi to sit in front of the dressing table and combed Mu Zhi's hair.

Seeing that Granny Liu's expression had completely improved, Mu Zhi felt a little relieved.

She laughed and said, "It won't bother me at all. Granny Liu's hands are much more skillful than a magpie's. I love the hair you combed."

Magpie came in carrying clothes. Hearing Mu Zhi's words, she wasn't unhappy. Instead, she smiled foolishly and said, "I also like Granny Liu's skillful hands. The hair she combed is so beautiful. It's my fault for being too stupid. I've been learning for so long but I haven't mastered even a fraction of the essence."

"You've learned to flatter too, you little sycophant!" Granny Liu said with a smile, lightly tapping Magpie's forehead with one hand.

The three of them chatted and laughed as they packed their things and left the palace.

Holy Sky Continent.

After watching Sheng Chuyi finish his pastries and tea, Sheng Chuhan got up to go and handle government affairs.

They were immediately unhappy.

"Brother, you said you'd continue talking to me tonight, is this how you're going to talk? Anyway, I don't care, I'm going. If you leave tomorrow, I'll sneak out of the palace and follow you." Sheng Chuhan snorted.

Sheng Chuyi stopped in his tracks, his face instantly turning extremely ugly, a flash of anger in his eyes.

"Nonsense! Do you think you're visiting some royal family? That's a battlefield where people kill without blinking an eye! Saint Chuhan, can't you listen to me? Stop being so willful and reckless!"

Sheng Chuyi has always found his stubborn and obstinate younger sister incredibly troublesome, and he has absolutely no way to deal with her.

Just as Sheng Chuhan was about to start crying loudly, she suddenly heard a knock on the door.

She couldn't help but frown, secretly annoyed, thinking: Who is so blind as to come and disturb me at this time!

However, before she could even speak, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Sheng Chuhan was slightly taken aback, her eyes widening in astonishment. She thought to herself: This person is too arrogant! He can't even be bothered to announce his arrival?

She quickly turned her head to look at the door, and when she saw who it was, she was suddenly shocked and her face showed an expression of disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look any longer, for fear of accidentally revealing the complex emotions deep within her heart that she shouldn't have.

How could it be him?

Didn't he go to the frontier three years ago, vowing never to return even if he died?

Sheng Chuyi looked at the newcomer, his expression filled with joy, "Why are you back?"

The next second, Sheng Chuyi's expression changed drastically, his face full of tension. He hurriedly asked, "Did you report to the Emperor before returning to the capital? Sheng Chuli, you didn't return to the capital without permission, did you?"

As he spoke, he circled around Saint Chuli, carefully examining his travel-worn appearance. His face instantly darkened, and he roared angrily:

“Sheng Chuli, you’ve gone too far. Returning to the capital without the Emperor’s permission is a serious crime.”

He was shouting for half a minute when he suddenly seemed to realize something, and his voice stopped abruptly as he quickly lowered his volume.

Saint Chuli appeared calm and composed, casually putting a twig in his mouth, glancing at Saint Chuyi with a flippant look, and snorting disdainfully.

Then, he turned around and his gaze fell on the little girl who had been silent like a quail ever since he entered the room.

"Oh, what's wrong? Are you mute? Or do you not recognize me? Don't you even know how to greet me?"

Saint Chuli slowly walked up to Saint Chuhan, a faint smile on his lips, his eyes fixed on the little girl who was shrinking her neck and lowering her head.

Upon hearing that voice so close to him, Sheng Chuhan's heart suddenly raced, as if it were about to leap out of his throat.

That familiar voice seemed a bit more composed than before, but the tone of voice was still that carefree and nonchalant manner, lacking the dignity and composure expected of a member of the royal family.

"Why aren't you talking to me? Don't you really remember me? I'm your brother Li. When we were little, you used to follow me around like a little shadow, chattering away like a lark. Why are you so quiet now?" Sheng Chuli asked, puzzled.

He suddenly turned to look at Sheng Chuyi, his eyes filled with fierceness and dissatisfaction, and said through gritted teeth, "Did you bully her?"

Upon hearing this, Sheng Chuyi felt both annoyed and amused.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes and replied irritably, "You disrespectful brat, hurry up and call me 'brother'!"

Saint Chuli pursed his lips, seemingly somewhat unwilling, but still straightened up, respectfully clasped his hands in a salute, and muttered, "Good evening, brother."

Sheng Chuyi looked helpless, muttering to himself... He was in a very bad state right now; none of them were giving him any peace of mind.

After greeting Sheng Chuyi, Sheng Chuli immediately turned around and fixed his gaze on Sheng Chuhan, urging, "Little princess, it's your turn to greet me."

When Sheng Chuhan heard Sheng Chuli call her "little princess," her heart felt as if it had been struck by something heavy, and it stopped beating instantly.

She pinched her palm hard, trying to calm herself down, then slowly raised her head, forced a smile, and softly greeted, "Good evening, brother."

Saint Chuli nodded in satisfaction, a slight smile playing on his lips as he teased, "Not bad, not bad. As expected of my good sister, your way of greeting people is exactly the same as mine."

As he spoke, he solemnly raised his hand and gently stroked Sheng Chuhan's head to express his approval.

"Did you tell Father Emperor when you came back?" Sheng Chuyi couldn't help but continue to ask.

Saint Chuli frowned slightly, not answering his question, but instead asking, "I heard you arguing at the door just now, was it about the expedition?"

As he spoke, he strode over to the table where Xuanming was reviewing memorials, and then plopped down comfortably in the chair.

Upon seeing this, Sheng Chuyi frowned slightly, but ultimately said nothing more.

Sheng Chuhan was secretly a little nervous. She carefully whispered, "That's not where you should be sitting. Get up."