This seemingly random statement made Helian Nie raise his eyebrows. What did she mean by not wanting to be locked in a dark room and abused by that woman Wen Changle? Where did this idea come from?

Changying accepted the order and tried to step forward to take Helian Si, but Helian Nie gave him a cold glance. Changying immediately understood and retreated again.

Seeing this, Yue'er breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, how heartbroken the little princess would have been if the emperor had really thrown her out.

Helian Nie raised his hand and lifted up the man who was desperately clinging to his arm.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Having temporarily escaped death, this certain Sisi no longer cared whether she was being carried around in such an utterly undignified manner by her own child.

She straightened up and started talking, her little mouth babbling on and on. In short, she was a five-year-old girl who was perfectly fine on her own and didn't want to be fostered under the wicked empress's name.

Helian Nie narrowed his long, almond-shaped eyes, looking at the little dumpling in front of him who was talking so earnestly, as if it were a real story.

Her thin, crimson lips twitched slightly. She didn't rush to interrupt Helian Si, but listened patiently to his endless rambling.

"Father, Father, Sisi is a very capable child. Please don't give Sisi to the wicked Empress."

In the end, a deep sadness welled up within him, and his eyes welled up with tears, making him look pitiful.

She's only five years old. She has a bright future ahead of her, and plenty of handsome men waiting for her to patronize. She doesn't want to waste her life in that wicked empress's dark room.

Helian Nie, wanting to play a trick on the ugly thing in his hand, didn't rush to answer Helian Si's question. Instead, he let go of Helian Si and placed him on the pear wood chair.

There's nothing I can do; this ugly thing seems to be getting heavier and heavier lately, and my arms are getting sore from carrying it for so long.

To everyone's surprise, Helian Nie's action terrified Mou Sisi, who immediately stood up with a 'ceng'.

The little hand slapped against Helian Nie's arm, which hadn't yet managed to pull back, its pink face filled with terror.

"Father, Father, no, no! Waaah, Sisi, Sisi, don't let the evil empress lock you in the dark room and torture you, waaah, Sisi's handsome man, waaah..."

Helian Nie: "..."

"Even with your life in danger, you're still thinking about handsome men? Ha, looks like you're not so afraid of death after all."

The villainous tyrant's voice was sinister and chilling, which frightened Sisi even more, and she used all her strength to pull her little hands out.

He clung tightly to Helian Nie's arm, refusing to let go, displaying a certain "unyielding determination" spirit.

"No, no, Sisi is so scared, so scared to die, waaaah, Sisi's little life is so precious, waaaah, Father, you can't be so cruel."

"Sisi's life, hiccup, it's going to be gone. If Father Emperor loses Sisi, his invincible little darling, hiccup."

Helian Si shook his fluffy little head like a rattle drum, his little voice breaking into a sob.

Helian Nie's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the little bundle of joy who was clinging tightly to his arm and crying pitifully. Helian Nie couldn't help but want to laugh.

He's usually so daring, but now he's scared of death?

That wasn't enough; the little bundle of flesh clutching her arms continued to sob as she spoke.

"Father, Father Emperor, if Sisi loses his life, then, then no one will sing for Father Emperor, tell, tell stories, boohoo..."