A tiny figure sits atop the gilded dragon throne, its fluffy little head drooping, its chubby little hands reaching out.

She carefully tugged at a corner of Helian Nie's crimson dragon robe, sniffed, and spoke in a soft, pitiful voice.

"Father, Father Emperor, I was wrong, sob..."

Helian Nie wanted to teach this ugly thing a lesson, lest it become increasingly brazen, daring to fart on his lap and who knows, one day it might actually defecate on his head...

Anyway, the villainous tyrant still harbors a grudge about the time in the Crouching Dragon Palace when someone else farted on his lap.

Whenever he thought about it, the villainous tyrant would get so angry that his teeth would itch. He didn't rush to speak, but just watched leisurely, wanting to hear what kind of tricks this ugly thing could come up with.

The little one didn't speak, which made Helian Si even more flustered. The tiny child's heart was trembling so much, and he sniffed.

She was really about to cry, sob sob sob, she didn't want to be thrown to the snakes by her baby.

I hope this incredibly beautiful and adorable girl doesn't die young! God, are you just jealous of Sisi's beauty?!

The thought of her possibly dying young made Helian Si want to burst into tears, and cry very loudly at that.

Fortunately, Helian Si still retained a sliver of rationality, and this time he stopped shuffling around.

The little one stopped sitting on the gilded dragon throne, straightened his chubby little legs to stand up, and wrapped his little arms around Helian Nie's neck.

The little bottom wiggled slightly, moving closer to the villainous tyrant's arms, without even looking at the expression on Helian Nie's face.

Helian Si simply buried his fluffy little head in his cub's arms, his soft, sweet voice trembling with a hint of a sob.

"Father, Father Emperor, I'm ugly, the snake doesn't like to eat me, boohoo, I was wrong, boohoo..."

As she spoke, the tiny little one's body trembled, making her look extremely pitiful.

Helian Nie: "…………" No, there's no need for that.

He raised his hand and grabbed Helian Si by the back of his collar. Helian Si's tearful little face was caught off guard and entered Helian Nie's eyes.

"Father, Father Emperor, Si Si, Si Si was wrong, please don't throw Si Si to the snake to eat, okay? Si Si, Si Si doesn't taste good... Waaah!"

Startled that his own son had suddenly grabbed him by the back of his collar, Helian Si shuddered and clung tightly to Helian Nie's crimson collar with his little hands.

The little one dared not cry loudly, only letting her grape-like, watery eyes turn bright red.

She sniffled softly, looking like a pitiful, wronged little girl.

Helian Nie: "…………"

He felt a strange urge to laugh, actually.

But the sight of that ugly thing's wet, misty eyes ultimately made him hold back.

"No more throwing tantrums?"

Helian Nie feigned indifference, his thin, crimson lips parted slightly, and he spoke in a chilling, sinister tone.

Although he didn't intend to hold a grudge against this ugly thing, he also didn't intend to forgive it so easily; it still needed to be taught a lesson.

"Yes, yes, Sisi, Sisi knows, boohoo, Sisi, Sisi will never throw a five-year-old's tantrum again, Sisi, Sisi doesn't deserve it, boohoo..."

Because her own little rascal is such a jerk, she's only five years old, but she still has to give in to him.

She's such a good mother, it's not easy for her! Waaaaah, Sisi cried loudly in her heart.