"Hmm, huh, huh...?"

Sisi turned her little head, still a bit dazed, and saw her son's handsome but unusually dark face.

Recalling what her little one had just said, a not-so-good possibility suddenly popped into Sisi's little head.

The little girl, Helian Mousi, silently swallowed, her rosy little face and her grape-like, moist eyes silently moving downwards.

When she saw that her hand was pinching her own child's leg, she felt a moment of despair.

Without even looking up, Sisi could feel the death stare emanating from her little one. The little girl was so tiny, her heart was trembling.

While pretending to be nonchalant, he quietly withdrew his short, clumsy hand that had been courting disaster.

She carefully lifted her rosy little face, blinking her grape-like, watery eyes.

She looked sincerely at Helian Nie, whose face was dark with anger, and stammered, "I can't believe it!"

"Hehe, um, Father, Father Emperor, Si Si, Si Si says Si Si didn't do it on purpose, Father, Father Emperor, do you believe me?"

On Helian Nie's handsome face, his thin, crimson lips slowly curved into a graceful arc, and his sinister tone became extremely amiable at this moment.

"Do you think I should believe you?"

Helian Mou Sisi: "..."

I don't know why, but life always seems to be making things difficult for this five-year-old.

Seeing her little one's smile grow wider and wider, the little girl Xiao Mi gritted her teeth. It seemed that she had no choice but to use her ultimate weapon!

The tiny Helian Mousi frowned slightly, her rosy cheeks furrowing as she raised her little hand to touch her smooth forehead.

"Eek... Sisi, Sisi suddenly feels... feels so dizzy, so lightheaded... Ugh~"

In the end, the little girl Helian Mousi leaned against Helian Nie, finally collapsing weakly into his arms.

Perhaps feeling uncomfortable in that position, Sisi rubbed its fluffy little head together and shifted to a more comfortable position.

On her rosy little face, her grape-like, moist eyes were tightly closed, as if she had truly fainted.

Helian Nie felt his brow throb violently. If it weren't for the ugly thing in his arms, with its pink and tender little face and its curled eyelashes trembling, it would really look like a real person.

Raising his eyes, his long, narrow, almond-shaped eyes swept over the assembled officials who were offering their gifts one by one at the head of the table, then glanced at Wen Yi, who was drinking with a sour, square face.

Helian Nie then withdrew his gaze, grabbed the back of the collar of the 'fainted' ugly thing in his arms with one hand, and stood up from the gilded dragon throne.

Amidst the respectful farewells of the officials and ministers, and surrounded by the emperor's entourage, he left the banquet hall.

Suddenly, Helian Mou Sisi took to the air, her heart pounding so hard that her delicate pink face and curled eyelashes trembled, almost causing her to open her eyes.

What are you doing, little one? You almost scared this incredibly cute five-year-old to death!

Waaaaah, my little rascal, you, you, you need to tighten your belt! Sisi hasn't even had a chance to wreak havoc on three thousand handsome men yet, sob sob sob~!

Sitting between the two elders of the Wen family, Helian You's fair and delicate face was now framed by his bright, dark eyes, which were fixed on the direction in which the emperor's procession had departed.

A hint of sadness flashed in his dark, bright eyes. He jotted it down in his notebook:

Find an opportunity to develop a relationship with the little princess.