Wenren Yu: "!!!"

No one is allowed to stop him today. He, the powerful prime minister of Bei Yin, has never suffered such humiliation. What do you mean he's dirty? Where is he dirty? Where is he dirty?

He's clearly such a handsome, dashing, charming, and irresistible man, the kind of guy every beautiful woman wants to throw herself into, and yet he says he's dirty! How can anyone tolerate that?!

"Xiao You'er, go! Help your uncle beat him up!"

Wenren Yu simply stretched out his hand and placed Helian You, who was obediently eating mung bean cakes, on a chair. His handsome face, as if painted with ink, revealed...

Those upturned phoenix eyes stared indignantly at Nan Rong Jinghua. He couldn't hit this thing, but couldn't his little You'er?

After all, his little You'er is the third prince of Bei Yin. Even if he weren't the little prince, he wouldn't believe that Nan Rong Jing Hua would be so heartless as to hit a seven-year-old!

Helian You, who was used as a pawn by his own uncle, was speechless.

Hmm, I'll write this down in my little notebook. Today, my uncle is up to his old tricks again.

Don't assume that just because he's seven years old, he doesn't understand the intricacies of his uncle's thoughts.

Nan Rong Jinghua only glanced at Wenren Yu, whose face was full of anger, before withdrawing her gaze, not wanting to give Wenren Yu even a second glance.

"You brat!" Wenren Yu practically spat out the words through gritted teeth.

Forgive him, for he was a talented prime minister who simply couldn't utter those vulgar insults. His phoenix eyes, filled with hope, fell upon Helian You.

Alas...

Helian You had no intention of giving Wenren Yu, his uncle, any face. He sat quietly in his chair, slowly eating his mung bean cake.

On the other chair, the pink-faced Helian Si blinked, then blinked again, staring at Helian You.

Hmm~ This silent young man seems to be my third brother.

Finally, under the persistent, bright gaze of a certain Sisi, Helian You, who was quietly eating mung bean cake, raised his head.

With a pair of dark, bright eyes, Helian You stared blankly at the pink-faced girl sitting opposite him.

Then, Helian You raised the hand holding the red bean cake that he hadn't eaten to Helian Si's face.

Dark eyes stared at Helian Si's grape-like, moist eyes. His curled eyelashes fluttered, and a childlike, innocent voice rang out.

Here, have some.

Sisi was stunned. She never expected that her third brother, who seemed to talk very little and whom she was meeting for the first time, would take the initiative to talk to her and even share some red bean cakes with her.

But ultimately, Helian Si's body is still that of a five-year-old child; when he sees something delicious, his body reacts faster than his mind.

With a quick reach of its little arms, it took the delicious-looking red bean cake from Helian You's hand and took a bite.

The red bean paste filling was soft and sweet, and on Sisi's rosy little face, her grape-like, moist eyes instantly narrowed into crescent moons.

"Delicious, delicious! Thank you, Third Brother!"

Wenren Yu, who was originally full of indignation, had his anger vanish without a trace the moment he heard Helian You speak.

Seeing her little nephew, who is usually so possessive of his food, actually sharing his red bean cake with the little princess, she was surprised to find that he was sharing his with her.

Wenren Yu's handsome face, which resembled that of a painter, was now filled with astonishment.

Is he blind?