Waaaaah, how could I have forgotten such an important detail?!

Thinking about how she had just recklessly thrown a tantrum at her own child, who was only five years old, Helian Songsisi was completely distraught.

Little one, little one, he won't hold a grudge and then take the opportunity to get revenge on her, a five-year-old...?

Thinking of the villainous tyrant persona he had created for his little one, Helian Si silently swallowed, shifting his small body slightly.

She eagerly moved closer to Helian Nie's arms, her fluffy little head refusing to lift, her two short little hands tugging vigorously at her own child's clothes.

Humans are like "clinging firmly to the green hills, their roots firmly planted in the broken rocks," while this person is like "clinging firmly to their child, standing tall in their child's embrace."

Incidentally, Helian, that tiny little thing, also gave in with a soft, low voice, expressing his submission.

"Father, Father Emperor, Si Si is so good, so good! Father Emperor, please don't give Si Si to that wicked empress, boohoo!"

Helian Nie raised an eyebrow, his mood suddenly brightening considerably, and even he found Wen Changle more pleasing to the eye.

With long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles, she twirled a strand of hair on Helian Si's fluffy little head, playing with it in her hand, and spoke softly.

"Please speak freely, my dear consort."

A gentle, tender smile appeared on Wen Changle's exquisitely beautiful face. Her beautiful eyes fell on Helian Si, her gaze as soft as if she were looking at her own child.

"Your Majesty, I have never had a child. I have always thought how wonderful it would be if I could have a child to raise."

At this point, Wen Changle lowered her beautiful eyes, her charming face filled with sorrow and sadness, which made everyone in the hall feel a pang of heartache.

The beautiful woman looked so sad, it was truly pitiful.

On Helian Nie's handsome face, his narrow, peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly, their depths unfathomable. Hmm?

It really did match the ugly thing's dream. Was it a coincidence, or...?

Helian Nie's gaze fell on Helian Mou Sisi, who was currently burying his head in the sand like an ostrich in his arms, his handsome face thoughtful.

Seated in his seat, Helian Yi, dressed in a long, dark white robe, had a gentle, jade-like face, but his dark eyes, usually so warm and gentle like spring sunshine or autumn water, suddenly turned sharp.

Beneath the wide embroidered robe with cloud patterns and silver trim, his fingers tightened slightly, revealing the unease and tension in Helian Yi's heart at that moment.

He knew all too well how ruthless Wen Changle was; if his little princess fell into Wen Changle's hands...

Helian Yi took a deep breath; no matter what, he would absolutely not allow such a thing to happen.

Meanwhile, the young man who had been sitting quietly in his wheelchair, seated below Helian Yi, stopped fiddling with the dagger hidden beneath his embroidered robe.

On his sickly pale face, his dark eyes, like a stagnant pool, suddenly turned as black as the pitch-black night when they looked at Wen Changle, who was currently putting on an act in the hall. They were as sinister and chilling as thick ink.

Wen Changle! How dare she!

He wouldn't even bear to bully the little coward, so what does that damned woman Wen Changle want to do? Does she want to treat the little coward the way she used to treat him and his mother?!

Helian Ci's gaze was so blatantly terrifying that Wen Changle, who had been able to remain firmly in the harem for so many years, was naturally able to sense it.

But so what?

She used to be able to trample that bastard Helian Ci underfoot, and she can do the same in the future, though it seems she's using a little trickery.

They're just barely surviving for now. Do they really think they've escaped her control? What a joke.