Wenren Yu: "???"

Turning his head, his upturned phoenix eyes glared fiercely at Helian You, whom he held in his right arm. His handsome face, like a painted portrait, clearly displayed several words:

You little rascal, are you itching for a beating again?!

Helian You wasn't afraid at all. His fair and tender face showed a calm and composed expression. His dark and bright eyes looked back at Wenren Yu, as if he would protect his little princess even if his uncle slapped his hand.

Wenren Yu: "???"

Okay, he's convinced now. This brat is asking for trouble. "If you don't discipline him for three days, he'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles." That old saying is true!

The coachman, who had been standing to the side with Changying the whole time, was now hanging his head, his shoulders shaking, trying so hard not to laugh that he was about to pass out.

Changying silently turned his face away, staring at the oriole lingering on the willow branch, chirping merrily. His tense face trembled slightly.

He felt that he should stay away from the little princess and the prime minister, otherwise sooner or later he would be driven crazy by these two big and small Buddhas.

Seriously, I just... really want to laugh out loud.

Hold on, you can't maintain the cold and ruthless guard persona!

“肆肆”

A magnetic voice, as delicate as a fragrant orchid, rang in their ears.

"Awoo~?"

Immersed in the pleasure of taking advantage of the handsome Prime Minister, Helian Mou Sisi, who was blushing shyly, heard someone call his name and subconsciously responded, his fluffy little head looking in the direction of the voice.

Wenren Yu raised an eyebrow and looked at the person who had spoken. Helian You, on the other hand, had a pair of small, furrowed brows on his fair face.

He was a little unhappy. Who was this person again, trying to take away his little princess?

Nan Rong Jinghua had already stood a few steps away from the group, her gentle gaze beneath the long silver silk robe falling on the little girl being held in Wenren Yu's arms.

The pale golden morning light lingered on Nan Rong Jinghua's silver-white robe, seemingly gilding it with a layer of pale golden holy light.

The deity's face was gentle, with soft eyebrows and eyes, thin lips slightly pursed, and a lifelike cinnabar mark on his forehead, seemingly enough to captivate the soul and stir the heart.

"Gulp~".

It was the sound of Helian, the lovesick girl, swallowing her saliva in a very open and unpretentious way, completely lacking any princess-like demeanor.

There's no way around it, the handsome man is just too ethereal, both ethereal and alluring, who can resist this...!

Wenren Yu: "..."

So, a young girl's affections can shift, right? She forgets her old love once she finds a new one?

Yes, even though the Kyoto handsome men ranking clearly and unequivocally indicates that those ranked above him are...

Besides the emperor, who was far superior to him in every way, there was also this person, Nanrong Jinghua, who was more than ten years younger than him.

Although the facts were right in front of him, the Prime Minister simply refused to accept it.

What happened? What happened? What happened?!

Are those people blind? How can Nan Rong Jinghua, with her ethereal, otherworldly appearance, looking like a charlatan, be considered more attractive than me?!

"Master, hug me, hug me, hug me~!"

Helian, the infatuated girl, had no idea what the handsome Prime Minister was thinking. All she knew, however, was that she had just taken advantage of him.

And now, that handsome, ethereal Master has appeared again! Ahhhhhh!!!

The little girl was overjoyed, absolutely ecstatic. What's wrong with her these past two days? Is it Sisi's lucky day? Did a lucky koi fish possess Sisi?

So many handsome men, big handsome men and little handsome men, no, no, let Sisi think quickly, does Sisi have enough hearts?