Helian Nie: "..."

He didn't know why, but the phrase "ugly thing" just didn't sound right to him.

However, with more and more eyes watching them from below, Helian Nie didn't want to get entangled with this ugly thing any longer.

Moreover, ugly things are ugly to begin with, and crying like that makes them even uglier.

The more the villainous tyrant looked at the ugly thing in his arms, whose face was comparable to that of a kitten, the more irritated he felt.

She picked up a damp silk handkerchief that the palace servants had carefully prepared from the table, and carelessly and without any gentleness, slapped it onto Helian Mousi's pink and tender little face, who was crying miserably.

The villainous tyrant only withdrew his hand after wiping Helian Sisi's pink and tender face until it was slightly red. He was satisfied.

"Hmm...?"

With her own child wiping her face all over, the little girl was completely bewildered. What... what happened?

Two tiny hands unconsciously touched her little face. Was Sisi's stunning beauty still there?

Ah, he's still here. Relieved, Sisi tilted her fluffy little head and peeked at her baby.

Baby, were you just wiping away your tears? Does that mean you're not angry anymore?

She wanted to ask, but she was too cowardly. In the end, Helian, the coward, didn't dare to ask anything. She silently moved her little body a little closer to her own child's arms.

"emperor."

Wen Changle's voice was gentle, but it lacked the etiquette and propriety expected of a noble consort. Her every smile and frown exuded composure and grandeur.

This sound caused the people in the hall who were secretly looking up at the high positions to turn their attention to Wen Changle.

Wen Changle gracefully rose and bowed to Helian Nie. Her exquisite makeup accentuated her already charming and beautiful face.

She became increasingly beautiful and charming, and the purple peony dress with gold trim she wore exuded an air of elegance and nobility.

Everyone in the hall was immediately struck by her beauty, and they all exclaimed in their hearts that the Imperial Concubine was truly stunning and deserved to be called the beauty of the capital.

"My beloved concubine, is something the matter?"

Helian Nie looked at Wen Changle, his handsome face expressionless, and his voice, though sinister, contained a hint of gentleness.

Those in the hall couldn't help but admire him. Although the Emperor was ruthless, he treated the Consort differently. They were truly a match made in heaven, something to be envied, something to be truly envious of.

Nestled in her own child's arms, Helian Mousisi felt a little embarrassed because she had just cried, and wouldn't lift her fluffy little head.

Only her pink, pointed ears twitched, and upon hearing her little one's gentle words, she pouted slightly:

Well, she felt that the Oscars owed her son an Oscar.

Wen Changle smiled gently, feeling somewhat relieved. As long as her father was here, Helian Nie would still give her some face.

"Your Majesty, I have observed that Your Majesty and the little princess have a very good relationship. Today is my birthday, and I would like to ask Your Majesty for a favor."

As she spoke, her beautiful eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, fell on Helian Si in Helian Nie's arms, her charming face showing tenderness and affection.

Helian Nie narrowed his long, peach-blossom eyes, and inexplicably recalled that day when the ugly thing in his arms rushed into his palace and told him about that dream.

Thinking this, he felt the soft, delicate little person in his arms. The little body stiffened when it heard Wen Changle's words.

Here she comes, the wicked queen is coming with the little dark room!