Wenren Yu, who had been listening to the opera for half a day in the next private room, now looked rather unpleasant, even with his handsome face resembling a painted portrait.

No matter what, the little princess is still the emperor's child. Does the Ye family really think that they can act recklessly just because they have hooked up with the Wen family?

Wenren Yu stood up, flicked off non-existent dust from her satin blue robe, and picked up Helian You, who had finished eating red bean cake and was now eating mung bean cake.

Meeting Helian You's questioning, dark eyes, Ruo Danqing raised her eyebrows slightly, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye became even more striking because of this smile.

Long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles pinched Helian You's fair face without any restraint, his voice both flirtatious and irritating.

“Xiao You’er, come on, we’ll stand up for your little princess.”

On Helian You's fair face, his dark eyes flashed, and with a small hand, he took a piece of red bean cake from the dessert plate on the table.

Wenren Yu, “…”

Sigh, my sister was such a quiet and gentle person when she was alive, how did she end up with such a foodie?

Helian You looked up at Wenren Yu, who had stopped moving, tilted his head, and his dark eyes flashed.

It was as if it were silently asking, "Aren't you leaving?"

Wenren Yu, “…”, facepalmed, utterly helpless.jpg.

The two arrived at the door of the private room next door. Just as Wenren Yu was about to raise her hand to knock, she heard a soft, sweet voice coming from inside the room, which made her stop her hand from knocking.

"No need to apologize."

Seeing that the atmosphere had reached a freezing point, Mou Sisi propped herself up on her little hands and peeked her little head out from Nan Rong Jinghua's arms.

There was no way around it; the moment that young lady opened her mouth, the teacher pulled her into his arms and held her head down so she wouldn't listen.

Sigh, although the teacher's embrace is fragrant and warm, well, she's angry now.

"Master, take Sisi to the young lady. Sisi doesn't need the young lady to apologize." Because she's already angry, an apology won't help.

Nan Rongjinghua pursed his thin lips slightly, his gaze beneath the long silk robe falling on the little girl's resolute face. His heart softened, and he followed the little girl's wishes, taking a few steps forward.

Ye Zijing was already feeling wronged and angry. When she saw Helian Si approaching her, her pride made her bite her lip and stare at Helian Si defiantly.

Helian Si wasn't annoyed at all. Instead, he blinked his grape-like, watery eyes and gave Ye Zijing a sweet smile on his rosy face.

Ye Zijing was slightly taken aback, not understanding what Helian Si meant.

"Smack!"

A crisp, clear sound rang out in the private room, stunning everyone, including the two people, one tall and one short, standing at the door.

"Ouch~ whew whew, Sisi's hand, it hurts so much."

The little girl's soft, sweet voice sounded aggrieved as she placed her tiny palms to her lips and gently blew on them.

"Hey, Master, what's this?"

Helian Si looked at the white powder on his palm, blinked his grape-like, moist eyes, and his pink face was full of confusion and bewilderment.

"This is rouge. Don't worry, it will come off easily with a wipe."

Nan Rong Jinghua snapped out of her daze and glanced at the little girl in her arms who seemed completely unaffected.

Amused, she picked up a damp handkerchief from the table, which the restaurant had prepared for wiping guests' hands, and gently wiped Helian Si's palms.

"How dare you hit me!!" Ye Zijing belatedly recovered from the shock of being hit, her body trembling uncontrollably as she screamed.