Wenren Yu, standing at the door, was speechless. What was that? What had he just heard?

Helian You's dark eyes darted around, and he silently noted in his mind: Little Princess is very good at cursing, and Second Prince loves to eat pretty goldfish and pretty little dolls.

He knew that his father was the Emperor, the one in the crimson dragon robe who looked sinister and was clearly not a good person.

Meanwhile, in the private room, Ye Zijing, who had been yelled at by a certain Sisi with a cute yet fierce tone, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

She was still just a thirteen-year-old girl. No matter how proud or arrogant she was, she couldn't bear the insult of being scolded by other women while her sweetheart was serving her tea.

Covering her oval face where she had been slapped, she glanced at Helian Si with her watery eyes, then at Nanrong Jinghua beside her, and tears streamed down her face.

"You, you all... sob."

As if she had suffered a great injustice, her oval face was filled with sorrow. She only said this one sentence before covering her cheeks and rushing out the door.

"Clatter".

The door opened, revealing Wenren Yu, dressed in a long satin blue robe, holding Helian You and listening to the opera. Wenren Yu showed no embarrassment at being caught eavesdropping.

Instead, he raised his hand, waved to Ye Zijing who was covering her eyes and crying, and greeted her with a smile in that flamboyant and irritating voice.

"Ah, you've been caught. You're the Ye family's young lady, right? Hi."

Ye Zijin: "..."

Despite the age difference, Ye Zijin couldn't help but feel her heart flutter when she saw Wenren Yu's handsome face, which was as beautiful as a painting. Her cheeks burned as if they were on fire.

Thinking about her current situation, Ye Zijing felt so ashamed and indignant that she covered her face and ran back to her private room as if fleeing.

Wenren Yu awkwardly touched his nose. Tsk, as a handsome man who always cherishes women, how could he let a girl lose face like this?

This is really wrong, it shouldn't be like this.

On second thought, oh well, that kid is old enough to be my little brat, so it doesn't count.

Helian You, held in Wenren Yu's arms, was resting on Wenren Yu's shoulder, his fair and tender face...

Those dark eyes stared in the direction Ye Zijing ran off in, silently noting: Hmm, the bad guy who bullied the little princess with her foul mouth.

Nan Rong Jinghua held Helian Si in her arms, her gaze beneath the long silk robes falling lightly on Wenren Yu.

Despite being only fifteen years old, Wenren Yu felt inexplicably uneasy under Nan Rong Jinghua's gaze.

Considering that he was, after all, a powerful prime minister who held immense influence in the court, it was understandable that he was afraid of his own emperor. However, he was quite unconvinced that he felt uneasy in front of Nan Rong Jinghua, a mere fifteen-year-old boy.

When he faced that old man Wen Yi, he was always the type to stand tall and glare back without showing any weakness. So why did he get flustered when facing Nan Rong Jing Hua, a boy who hadn't even grown his hair yet?

The Prime Minister expressed his dissatisfaction, but there was nothing he could do.

I'm so annoyed.

Since you can't win in terms of momentum, you should at least win in terms of words, right?

"Haha, Jinghua, what a coincidence! What's going on here? Oh, isn't this the little princess? Want to have a drink together?"

With a smile on his handsome face, Wenren Yu carried Helian You into the private room without waiting for Nanrong Jinghua to speak.

Nan Rong Jinghua glanced at Wenren Yu indifferently, without saying a word.

Helian You, who was carried in by Wenren Yu: Hmm, Uncle's shamelessness has reached a new level.