"Little princess, what happened? Where did you fall?"

Yue'er rushed out of the small kitchen at a speed comparable to a 100-meter sprint. She squatted down in front of the little girl, her eyes nervously looking Helian Si up and down, afraid that the little girl might hurt her again.

Of course, if we ignore the long wooden ladle that Yue'er is still holding to scoop soup, the scene would be even more harmonious and touching.

"Sister Yue'er, over there, over there! Where's the dragon robe that Si Si left under the banana tree?!"

Helian Si tugged at Yue'er's sleeve, pointing with her chubby little hands towards the empty, green banana tree. Her pink face was flushed with anxiety, and her little legs kept stomping.

How could she not be anxious? That's her life, her handsome man! She can't lose him!!

It turned out to be the Emperor's dragon robe. Yue'er breathed a huge sigh of relief, finally putting down the long wooden spoon she was holding. Seeing the little girl who was so anxious, she quickly explained in a gentle voice:

"No, no, little princess, don't worry. I saw you were asleep, so I washed the dragon robe, and it's drying in the backyard now."

"Really? Really?"

The little girl's anger subsided for a moment, and she looked at Yue'er with her grape-like, watery eyes, speaking with a mixture of doubt and uncertainty.

"Shall I take you there to see it?" Yue'er asked tentatively. She had accompanied the little princess to see the emperor and naturally knew how important the dragon robe was to the little princess.

"Yes, yes, take Sisi to see her quickly!"

Sisi nodded its fluffy little head like a chick pecking at rice, stretched out its short arms and hugged Yue'er's neck, then its little body leaned towards the backyard in a hurry.

The two, one big and one small, ran briskly to the backyard. The big one was holding a very eye-catching long wooden spoon, which made the other palace servants in Yongqing Palace stare blankly, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud.

Helian Ci's heart, which had been slightly in suspense because of the little girl's earth-shattering cry, finally settled down.

But when those dark eyes, as deep as a still pool, fell on the crooked character '肆' on the white Xuan paper, they frowned slightly.

"Ci'er, it's almost time to eat. Stop writing and take a rest."

Just then, Consort Lian entered the palace. Before she arrived, her voice preceded her, and she spoke in a gentle and caring tone.

Helian Ci's heart, which had just relaxed, tightened again. His slender fingers picked up the still-wet Xuan paper and crumpled it into a ball.

My instinct was to throw it on the ground, but I paused and stopped myself, then threw it onto a spot on the table.

What are you writing here?

Consort Lian walked over to Helian Ci's side and looked at the crumpled piece of Xuan paper that Helian Ci had thrown into the corner of the table. She gently touched her eyebrows and asked curiously.

"It's nothing, Mother. Didn't you say dinner would be ready soon? Let me go out for some fresh air."

A hint of unease crossed Helian Ci's sickly pale face, and he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, which, upon closer listening, revealed a deliberate attempt to evade the question.

Consort Lian was not cunning and had always been gentle and kind. Coupled with Helian Ci's calm and composed demeanor, she really didn't see anything amiss.

Without a second thought, she believed Helian Ci's words, assuming that the child was just bored from writing in his room for too long. She walked behind Helian Ci and pushed him out of the hall.

The twilight sunlight slanted through the window and fell on the crumpled piece of Xuan paper on the table. It was the first time Helian Ci realized that he was the older brother, and that cowardly, crybaby little tattletale was the little princess he wanted to protect.