Soon, Nan Rong Jinghua carried the little girl to the courtyard where he usually lived. The courtyard was not large, but it was certainly not small either.

Helian Si's room was right next to Nan Rong Jinghua's room, separated only by a wall. Nan Rong Jinghua had it prepared early this morning.

The room was kept lit with warm yellow candlelight, and incense was burned with mugwort. After burning for a long time, there were no mosquitoes, and the incense was beneficial to people.

Everything inside was brand new and had been personally arranged by Nan Rong Jinghua, demonstrating the utmost care and attention.

Upon reaching the door, the servant in blue quietly opened it, bowed to Nan Rong Jinghua, and then retreated with the lantern in his hand.

Nan Rong Jinghua carried the little girl across the threshold, and the door closed by itself without making a sound. If anyone were there, they would surely think they were seeing things.

The bed was covered with soft Jiangnan brocade, and the bedding was the same cool, silk satin as that in the young girl's palace.

Nan Rong Jinghua put the little girl down, and Helian Mou Sisi subconsciously rubbed her little face against the cool, soft silk quilt.

Then she fell into a deep sleep again, but her little hand, clutching Helian Ci's outer robe, was still tightly clenched.

Nan Rong Jinghua's gaze fell on the outer robe, her eyes darkening slightly, even though she knew it belonged to her brother, Emperor Asheng.

But deep down, she still felt a little uncomfortable. In fact, Ah Sheng could have grabbed any of her robes.

He could have easily let the little girl quietly take away the robe she was clutching in her small hand, but he didn't.

One day, the little girl will fall asleep clutching her own robes... Well, if Ah Sheng is willing, she can hug herself too.

Suddenly, the long silver-white silk covering Nan Rong Jinghua's eyes faded, revealing the deity's face and the vermilion dot on his forehead.

The jet-black hair that cascaded down to her waist gradually turned silver-white. When Nan Rong Jinghua opened her eyes again, she saw those deep, star-like silver eyes that were unmatched by anything else in the world.

Although that long piece of silk did not impair his vision in the slightest, at this moment, at least at this moment,

He no longer wanted to see his Ah Sheng through that long silk ribbon, long enough to conceal his true face.

With a slight lean, a warm, gentle kiss landed on Helian Si's forehead; long, slender fingers, with distinct knuckles, gently stroked Helian Si's flowing black hair.

His deep, star-like silver eyes lingered almost greedily on the little girl's face.

In her eyes, there was endless tenderness and an indescribable, unyielding emotion.

Long before Changying went to inform the little girl with the imperial decree, he had already received news that Helian Nie had sent someone to bring the little girl to him.

After a little thought, he roughly understood the reason: the Emperor was probably about to take action against the Wen family.

The fact that the girl was sent over so hastily overnight made him think of the unusual news that came back at dusk about the hairpin. He feared that the person in the palace had already become impatient and started to do something to the girl.

Thinking of this, Nan Rong Jinghua's eyes darkened slightly, and his divine face and brows seemed to be covered with a layer of cold frost at this moment.

He entered this place solely to find Ah Sheng; he had no intention of interfering in anything else.

However, if anyone tries to harm Ah Sheng, then he shouldn't blame him for not tolerating such people.