On the way back to the Prime Minister's residence, inside the Prime Minister's carriage.

Helian You, with his fair, round face and bright, dark eyes, looked at Nanrong Jinghua, who sat calmly opposite him.

Her small mouth was pursed into a straight line, beneath the well-tailored, deep blue brocade robe.

Both little hands were clenched into fists, and in her mind, she meticulously wrote down each stroke of her pen:

Master, you shameless hypocrite!

Master, you shameless hypocrite!

Master, you shameless hypocrite!!!

Nan Rong Jinghua remained unmoved, facing Helian You's hateful, clenched-teeth gaze, her eyes fixed only on the little girl clinging to the windowsill.

Regardless of the situation, he wouldn't let this hard-won opportunity to spend time with the young girl slip away so easily.

After all, it would be several years before the little girl grew up, and it would be inconvenient for him to enter the harem too often.

"Oh my, there's an old man selling sugar figurines, an old lady selling flowers, and a young man selling rouge!"

Little Helian Si, unaware of the undercurrents between the two, was sticking her little bottom out in the air.

Leaning against the carriage window, watching the bustling street scene outside, the little girl's eyes sparkled when she saw something that interested her.

She even smiled sweetly at the person waving the delicate white daisies in her hand, revealing two little tiger teeth, causing passersby on the street to frequently turn their heads to look at her.

Everyone was wondering whose adorable child this was, but upon closer inspection, they realized it was a carriage from the Prime Minister's residence.

He sighed inwardly, "Ah, the children from wealthy and powerful families are so well raised."

"Does Sisi want to eat?"

Nan Rongjinghua's gentle, clear voice rang out. Thinking that the little girl would like it, she thought it wouldn't hurt to buy some for her to try.

"My little princess won't eat."

Before Helian Mou Sisi could answer, a very unfriendly, childish voice answered for him.

"Huh?"

Helian Mou Si Si turned around curiously and saw his taciturn third brother with a pair of furrowed brows.

Her dark, bright eyes stared at the handsome, ethereal teacher with extreme displeasure, her fair, round face radiating unhappiness.

The little girl glanced at her third brother, then at her handsome, ethereal tutor.

The little one, with a big question mark on his little head, what's wrong?

Helian You stood up, walked with his short legs to the hidden compartment of the carriage, opened it, and took out three small brocade pouches.

Then, with his short legs, he walked back and, seeing Helian Mou Si Si's confused and bewildered expression, stuffed the three small brocade pouches he was carrying into Helian Mou Si Si's hands.

"Little princess, eat."

"Oh, thank you, Third Brother."

Helian Mou Sisi had no idea what was in the small brocade pouch his taciturn third brother had slipped to him, so he just nodded haphazardly.

There was nothing she could do; this was the first time she had ever seen her third brother looking unhappy.

Although I'm not angry at myself, I still... I still blame the doll for scaring me.

Helian You sat back down without saying a word, his fair, round face puffed out, his dark, bright eyes fixed on Nanrong Jinghua with hatred.

He secretly wrote this down in his little notebook: "Master, you hypocrite! You're trying to seduce the little princess! You're not human!!!"

In short, in the heart of our six-year-old Helian You, anyone who wants to take the little princess away from him is a bad person!

The little princess belongs to him alone, and no one is allowed to take her away.

Nan Rong Jinghua pursed his thin lips and sighed softly. He watched as the little girl opened the brocade bag and happily ate the dried fruit inside.

Her thin lips curved slightly. "So be it, as long as Ah Sheng is happy."