"Third brother, won't you go in with Sisi to see the fairy sister?"

Helian Cisi tilted her head. The little girl thought to herself, "Last time I was using the toilet, I met a fairy sister."

So this time, I wanted to bring my third brother along to secretly see if the fairy sister was still squatting in the toilet or something.

Good things should be shared. Of course, I should also bring my third brother along to see this beautiful fairy sister.

The third prince shared his meat buns with me and even protected me. How wonderful!

Helian You stood with his hands behind his back, looking somewhat restrained. Finally, as if summoning his courage, he raised his fair, round face.

Looking at Helian Mousi, he wanted to righteously lecture the little girl, but when he met her innocent, bright eyes, the words he was about to say softened.

"The youngest princess is a girl, and the third prince is a boy..."

In the end, Helian You's fair and delicate face, especially the roots of his ears, turned increasingly red, as if they could bleed.

"Ah... well, that seems to be true too."

Helian Mou Sisi belatedly realized what was happening, and scratched his little head with his small hands.

"Then, Sisi will go in and take a look. If Fairy Sister is squatting in the toilet again, Sisi will bring Fairy Sister out."

"Um."

Helian You nodded. In truth, at six years old, Helian You wasn't particularly interested in the fairy sister the little girl was talking about.

Because in Helian You's little notebook, his little princess is a beautiful fairy.

The wind rustled the willow leaves, making them sway gracefully. Helian You, a six-year-old boy, stood obediently under the willow tree, waiting for Helian Si to come out.

After a while, the little girl Helian Mousi came out with her small steps.

The little girl, with her hands behind her back, shook her fluffy little head, her rosy face showing a clear expression of utter disappointment.

Helian You pursed his lips, took a step with his short legs, then subconsciously pulled them back, as if remembering something.

"Alas, Third Brother, the Fairy Sister didn't come today."

The little girl was extremely disappointed. Her tiny feet, clad in pink embroidered shoes, kicked away a pebble on the ground.

Helian You raised his hand and patted the little girl's head, then lifted her small hand that was behind her back.

Several beautiful, delicate white daisies appeared before Helian Mou Sisi, followed closely by Helian You's tender, childlike voice.

"Brother, you can have some flowers too."

He paused, his fair, round face fluttering slightly with his curled eyelashes, and then added in a soft, sweet voice,

"When spring comes, Your Majesty will plant a whole courtyard of peach trees for Your Majesty."

My uncle said that peach blossoms only bloom in spring, so, well, he stuffed a few really big peaches into his little cloth bag.

Why bother with all that fancy stuff like peach blossoms? A peach is much more practical, you can eat it.

He wrote it down in his little notebook: That was another day his uncle acted inhumanely.

Helian Mou Sisi, his grape-like, moist eyes fixed on the few tender white daisies held in his third brother's hand, then listened to what his third brother was saying.

I don't know why, but my heart felt warm, and I sniffed my slightly sore nose.

The little girl took the few tender white daisies that were in full bloom, her pink cheeks flushed, and her little eyes were already red.

When Helian You saw his little princess crying, he panicked for a moment, and his fair, round face furrowed his brows.

Her two small hands, hanging limply at her sides, seemed a little lost, and all she could think of was:

Why is the little princess crying? What should I do if the little princess is crying? Did I do something wrong? Does the little princess not like daisies and only like peach blossoms?