"It's alright. As long as Sisi has me in his heart, I am satisfied."

Nan Rong Jinghua only slightly darkened his eyes, his expression remaining unchanged. After all, his Asheng could only belong to him alone.

"Thump thump thump,"

Helian Mousi's heart started pounding even faster. Oh no, this felt like a heart attack.

Deep affection is the most annoying thing. As the Heavenly Dao Father said, "Love is as deep as the sea, and if you're not careful, you'll drown in it."

Father Emperor is right. Since ancient times, infatuated women have never had a good ending. Love is no good!

The little girl shook her fluffy head and silently muttered to herself:

Sisi, you need to calm down, Sisi, you need to be clear-headed. You're the little cutie who's going to have a harem of three thousand. You can flirt with handsome men, but you absolutely can't do it for real!

How could Nan Rong Jinghua let the young girl have her way? While Helian Mou Sisi closed his eyes and endlessly hypnotized himself...

A beautiful smile curved her lips, and as she lowered her head slightly, another kiss, as soft as a feather, landed on her lips.

This time, however, the raindrops didn't fall on the little girl's hair, but rather landed squarely on her smooth forehead.

Helian Mou Sisi: Stunned... stunned... stunned...

The eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened wide, revealing moist, sparkling eyes.

Because her eyes were wide with disbelief, her chubby, white hands were covering the spot on her forehead where she had been kissed.

"Husband, husband, husband, you, you, you, me, me, me..."

Normally, it's always Helian Mou Sisi who's the one molesting others; he's never been molested himself.

Don't be fooled by how happily young girls molest handsome men; when it's your turn to be molested by a handsome man yourself...

Helian Mousi was completely startled; her soft, sweet voice even started to stutter.

Inside that little head, only a few big words remained:

She, Helian Si, a scumbag woman who never takes responsibility for molesting handsome men, was actually molested by the teacher of a god-like handsome man!

"What's wrong with me, hmm?"

That captivatingly beautiful face suddenly drew closer, so close that Helian Mousisi felt he could count the number of the Master's eyelashes.

"Gulp."

Faced with such beauty, the little girl swallowed hard, completely lacking any backbone. This time, she immediately covered her eyes with her tiny hands.

Oh no, oh no! So this is how good the Master is at flirting? How could he do this? What happened to the idea that divine and handsome men are otherworldly beings, untouched by the mortal world?

Storybooks and such are really just for fooling five-year-olds.

Helian covered his eyes, so he didn't see the increasingly deep smile on Nanrong Jinghua's face.

Ah Sheng, we have a long future ahead of us.

**

Compared to the warmth of the Nanrong Mansion, the palace and court today seem shrouded in a dark cloud, oppressive and dreadful.

The reason was simple: just as dawn was breaking, Changying, carrying the confessions signed and sealed by the two imperial physicians, led the Imperial Guards and surrounded Ronghua Palace completely.

Wen Changle was awakened from his dream by the commotion of the Imperial Guards. He called out to the palace maids who were keeping watch in the outer hall, but no one answered.

With a frown and a sullen expression, he picked up his outer robe, put it on, and got up. He opened the door, only to find all the palace servants of Ronghua Palace kneeling at the entrance.

The torches held by the Imperial Guards illuminated the entire Ronghua Palace as if it were daytime, while Changying stood at the head of the Imperial Guards, his face tense and cold.