"Inhale, exhale, fart... Oh no, no, I'm not farting. Inhale, exhale, calm down."

The little girl took a deep breath, her adorable cheeks puffing out slightly, and she tightened her grip on the azure brocade robe in her arms.

Sisi, you're the fattest! Oh no, no, Sisi, you're the cutest little darling! You can do it!

The little girl's heart trembled, and her thoughts became somewhat sluggish.

Oh dear, look how frightened the child is.

Inside the house, Helian Ci, who had been waiting for the little girl to open the door, frowned slightly and then heard her sullen, childish chatter.

On his sickly pale face, his eyelids twitched slightly. He raised his hand, rubbed his temples, and felt that his father's decision was right.

We really should put away those folk tales and martial arts books that little coward has been collecting, and listen to all the weird things he spouts all day long.

When I see Helian Yi again, I should tell him about this. I shouldn't let that coward bring back any more storybooks from outside. He's already stupid, and the more I read them, the stupider he gets.

He turned the wheelchair and headed towards the door. There was no way around it; with the little coward dawdling like that, it might take until dark.

Helian Ci was somewhat annoyed. So, it turns out that a few chicken legs alone couldn't win over the little coward's heart, could they?

Being an elder brother is much more difficult than understanding those mysterious military treatises.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid at all. My second brother by Daming Lake has already submitted to my little pomegranate skirt. I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid..."

Outside the door, a certain Sisi, clutching a deep blue brocade robe, muttered to herself, her delicate, grape-like eyes closing on her rosy cheeks.

It stretched out a tiny hand, intending to open the door with its eyes closed and then open it again, and then do another one with its eyes closed and then open it again.

She successfully delivered the clothes in her arms to her second brother by the Daming Lake, thus fulfilling her son's request.

However,

The ideal is a voluptuous Tang Dynasty beauty, but in reality, the ideal woman is often a courtier like the one in the story of "King Chu's fondness for slender waists".

With a creak, before Sisi's little hands could even touch the carved door, it was already opened from inside the house.

Helian Si: "!"

She jolted awake, lifting her head abruptly, and bumped into Helian Ci, who was sitting in a wheelchair, his dark eyes as calm as a deep pool.

Helian Mousi, clutching the azure brocade robe in his arms, instinctively took a step back with his short legs.

"Two two two two...!"

The little girl hesitated for a long time, but couldn't come up with anything. She looked at Helian Ci, who had suddenly appeared, with her slightly wide, grape-like, watery eyes in fear.

Helian Ci's face was sickly pale, and his expression was not good. His brows were furrowed, and the little girl had just taken a step back.

He saw it all clearly. Her exceptionally red lips were slightly pursed. Was that step back serious?

"Second brother, this is clothing that Father Emperor asked Sisi to give to you. Please accept it!"

Helian, the coward, stood at the doorway with his eyes closed, bowing deeply to Helian Ci, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Her little mouth started babbling on and on, and because of her overthinking earlier, the little girl was now feeling both timid and scared.

The little head was completely out of his control; the tiny child had no idea what he was doing.