All that could be heard was the little girl, Helian Mousi, with her sleepy eyes half-closed, her rosy cheeks and delicate expression speaking earnestly in a soft, sweet voice.

"Second brother, be good, Sisi is so sleepy, I'll play with you again after I wake up~"

The little girl's voice grew softer and softer, until the last syllable was barely a whisper. Her small body tilted to the side.

The fluffy little head was about to bury itself directly into the military book in Helian Ci's hands. Helian Ci was startled and released his hand from the little girl's skirt.

I caught the little girl's face as it tilted to the side; the little girl's cheeks felt so soft and pink.

This stirred a gentle ripple in Helian Ci's heart, which had been as calm as a stagnant pool, one after another, like a down feather brushing against the tip of his heart, or a warm current flowing through his heart lake.

The little girl was completely unaware, and like a soft little kitten, she rubbed her pink cheeks against Helian Ci's palm, her little mouth moving as if she was softly murmuring something, but it was hard to hear clearly.

The small cloth bag hanging on the little girl swayed gently back and forth with Helian Si's movements.

The bright words "Little Cutie" were extremely eye-catching in the golden sunlight.

Because the little girl slept late last night, she inevitably overslept again this morning. When she went to the Imperial Academy, Changying came to pick her up personally, so the journey was a bit rushed.

Helian Ci hadn't noticed anything special about the little girl's cloth bag; at that moment, his dark eyes fell on it.

The three bright words "Little Cutie" appeared on his sickly pale face, and the corners of his lips curved almost imperceptibly, his eyes filled with a hint of amusement.

Hmm, little cutie? She's clearly a little coward, or a little crybaby, a little tattletale.

"Your Highness, please give the little princess to me. I will carry her back to her bedchamber to rest."

Yue'er spoke softly, looking at the little princess who had fallen asleep with her little face nestled in the Third Prince's hand, and Yue'er felt extremely sorry for her.

Sigh, the Emperor only sent the chief guard to pick up the little princess, and didn't even allow himself to go with her. I wonder if the little princess is getting used to life at the Imperial Academy.

Although he felt a little reluctant, his dark eyes fell on the little girl's sleeping face with her mouth slightly open, and he could tell that she must be extremely tired.

Helian Ci nodded, and Yue'er breathed a sigh of relief. She stepped forward, reached out, and carefully took the little girl from him.

"Hmm..."

Helian Mousi unconsciously let out a soft, sweet hum. Helian Ci and Yue'er both held their breath, afraid that the little girl would wake up.

Fortunately, Helian Si just pouted, moved his little body, grabbed Yue'er's clothes with his short little hands, and then fell asleep quietly again.

The two breathed a sigh of relief. Yue'er nodded to Helian Ci, who was sitting in the wheelchair, and then gently carried the little girl towards the bedroom.

Helian Ci's gaze remained fixed on the little girl until Yue'er carried her into the bedroom and she was out of sight. Only then did Helian Ci look away.

Lowering his gaze, his dark eyes, like deep pools, fell upon the military treatise, but for some reason, Helian Ci lost all desire to continue reading.

The pale fingers draped over the brocade robe twitched. Looking at his legs, his sickly pale face revealed a hint of sadness in his eyes, as well as a faint, bloodthirsty, and eerie light.

Wen Changle

No one knows a child better than their mother. Seeing Helian Ci's reaction, Consort Lian understood perfectly well what was going on. Thinking of how she had been betrayed, Consort Lian felt a pang of sadness, and her lips curled into a bitter smile.

Her precious child, such a wonderful and intelligent child, but his legs...