The bright moonlight, accompanied by starlight, descended upon the entire world, making the summer night tranquil and peaceful.

The lights in Yongqing Palace had mostly been extinguished, leaving only a few lamps so that people could see their way when they got up at night.

Inside the palace, beneath layers of bed curtains, a certain Sisi, dressed in a small white silk undergarment, rolled around on the soft bed, her tiny body like a caterpillar wrapped in a small quilt.

After being missing for almost a whole day, Buddha Lotus was back on the set, and this was the first scene she saw.

The golden lotus petals trembled, and the lotus looked at Helian Si, who was rolling around on the bed, with a strange expression.

What happened? I haven't seen her for a day, and 077 has gone crazy at such a young age?

Sisi didn't even notice Fulian; her mind was completely filled with handsome men—three thousand handsome men, all sorts of handsome men!

"Cough, cough cough cough!"

Buddha Lotus couldn't stand it anymore. It was so golden and radiant, yet 077 treated it like air, playing around with a blanket.

Just as Sisi was immersed in the bliss of being surrounded by three thousand handsome men, Fulian's voice finally pulled her back to reality. She blinked.

"Huh? You bastard, it's you." Ugh, why did you have to interrupt her fantasy?

"What are you thinking about in the middle of the night, 077?" Her face was flushed with infatuation, practically glowing with pink bubbles. So young and already thinking about love? Isn't studying hard and improving yourself better?

"Cough, nothing, nothing." She wasn't going to tell that bastard, Folian, that her little darling had promised her a harem of three thousand handsome men.

Otherwise, that bastard would definitely use that disappointed look on his face to ramble on about how he's not doing his job properly.

Sigh, actually, she felt that although her son was a villainous tyrant, he was also a very capable emperor.

I really don't understand why the Heavenly Father insists on taking his own child back to the right path and leading him onto the bright road. It's really frustrating for a five-year-old.

Buddha Lotus rolled her eyes, indicating that she was too lazy to expose 077's clumsy acting skills. The golden lotus petals trembled, and she got down to business.

"In three days, it will be Consort Wen Changle's birthday."

"And then pinch?"

Sisi sat up straight, tilted her fluffy little head, and looked puzzled.

So what if it's the wicked queen's birthday? It's not like it's my own child's birthday. What does it have to do with a five-year-old?

"At your birthday banquet, she will ask your son to transfer your household registration to her name, citing the passing of your birth mother and your loneliness."

Before anyone knew it, Fu Lian had a bottle of red Want Want Milk in her hand, and she started slurping it down.

Helian Si: "..."

The five-year-old's intuition told her that things were not as simple as they seemed.

Sure enough, after taking a big gulp of Want Want milk, Fo Lian looked at He Lian Si, whose face didn't look too good, and said the second half of the sentence with a smile.

"Then you arrive at her luxurious palace, where she secretly abuses you, trying every possible way to torture you, depriving you of food and water, and eventually killing you. Doesn't that sound exciting?"

Helian Si's delicate, rosy face, which had been flushed with excitement at the sight of three thousand handsome men, now completely collapsed.

Looking at the Buddha Lotus floating in mid-air, drinking Want Want milk and grinning like a strange uncle, a certain Sisi felt completely distraught.

There's no need to do this so late at night.