Helian You remained rooted to the spot, his dark, bright eyes fixed on the carriage as it receded into the distance. His curled eyelashes fluttered slightly as he looked away until the carriage was completely out of sight.

Looking at her little hand that had just been held by the little princess, she felt a little disappointed. She pursed her lips, knowing she wouldn't see the little princess again until tomorrow.

Lifting his fair little face, looking at the sun still hanging in the sky, six-year-old Helian You felt a little disappointed; tomorrow was still a long way off.

Like Helian You, Nanrong Jinghua was probably the only one who, after the carriage disappeared from sight, withdrew her gaze from beneath the long silk robe.

He nodded slightly to Wenren Yu and the other ministers as a greeting, then turned and left.

Wenren Yu, seeing no more excitement, picked up Helian You, whose head was slightly lowered, and headed home. If he got back too late, his parents would probably start nagging him again.

A group of bewildered ministers and elegant noblewomen with their little radish heads were left behind, looking at each other as if they were in a dream.

Of course, the most confused one was probably Fang Cheng, while Fang Yan was still crying on the side, feeling wronged and unwilling.

Several ministers glanced at it, patted Fang Cheng on the shoulder, shook their heads, sighed, and offered a few words of comfort.

They casually remarked on the importance of disciplining their children, then each returned to their own carriage and took their children home.

This trip to the Imperial College was quite an ordeal!

**

On the way back to the palace, in the carriage.

The little girl, Helian Mousisi, sat by herself, holding her teacup in her chubby little hands, taking small sips of tea.

Helian Nie rested one hand on his forehead, his peach blossom eyes half-closed as he stared at the little girl, his gaze falling on her neatly combed double buns.

The villainous tyrant's hands inexplicably itched, but after thinking about it, he suppressed the urge and waited for the little girl's bright eyes to look at him.

A slight smile played on his lips. His long, slender fingers gently pinched the little girl's pert nose. He parted his thin lips slightly...

"Tell me, how were you bullied?"

"hold head high?"

Helian Si was stunned for a moment, not understanding what his little one was talking about. He blinked his grape-like, watery eyes and began to explain in a sweet, soft voice.

"Father, Sisi wasn't bullied."

After a pause, Helian Si seemed to remember something, and exclaimed "Oh~" in sudden realization.

She shifted her little bottom, moved closer to Helian Nie, and then, holding up her chubby little fingers, opened her mouth to speak.

"Sisi and the Third Prince were eating cakes in the classroom when the young lady caught them, so Sisi and the Third Prince were punished by standing together."

At this point, the little girl's perked ears turned red, and she lowered her fluffy little head somewhat shyly.

After a while, she raised her little head again, her bright, watery eyes looking around mysteriously.

Then she looked at Helian Nie, beckoned to him with her chubby little hands, and whispered in a soft, sweet voice.

“Father, lower yourself and whisper to Father.”

The little girl's mysterious demeanor was quite amusing, and Helian Nie obediently leaned down slightly, wanting to hear what she had to say.

Helian Si leaned closer, his chubby little face pressed against Helian Nie's, and covered his mouth with his chubby little hands, thinking he was whispering in Helian Nie's ear.

She recounted how she and her third brother, while being punished by standing, slacked off by touching cakes, and how the teacher hadn't discovered it yet.

As Helian Nie listened, the brow on his handsome face twitched more and more, and his peach blossom eyes fell on the little girl's shy, rosy cheeks, making him feel both amused and exasperated.

Laziness has made this ugly thing quite proud of itself?