Pushing open the door, in the cool moonlight, I saw the Second Prince sitting quietly in a wheelchair.

Her long, dark hair cascaded down to her waist, and her usually sickly pale face was stained with splattered blood. Her fingers deftly wiped the dagger.

A black-clad assassin was perched on the second prince's shoulder, blood gushing from the assassin's neck. His eyes were wide open, staring at the second prince with a shocked expression, his face contorted in death.

The one who killed the assassin was the dagger in the Second Prince's hand, which he was wiping, its blade reflecting a strange, cold light under the moonlight.

Logically speaking, a normal person would feel some fear and apprehension at being killed by their own hands, seeing someone staring wide-eyed and unseeing their death.

But the Second Prince was quite different; he showed no fear whatsoever and remained extremely calm and composed.

Hearing the noise, his long eyelashes lifted slightly, and that eerie, chilling, bloodthirsty gaze nearly killed him on the spot.

Wenren Yu swore that when the Second Prince looked up at her, he was looking at her as if she were a dead man.

Don't ask, the answer is that the Second Prince's glance was exactly the same as the Emperor's glance when he had a headache.

Good heavens, this father and son, with just one look, scared him half to death.

Thinking about it, this little princess is still the cutest.

Thinking this, Wenren Yu's handsome face, as if painted with ink, raised an eyebrow, and his phoenix eyes lit up with the smile of his loved ones.

He bent down and picked up the still infatuated Helian Mou Sisi, looking at the little girl as if she were a long-lost relative.

"My little princess, I don't know why, but whenever I see you now, I feel an overwhelming sense of warmth and familiarity!"

These words truly came from the heart of the Prime Minister. The shadow of that night still lingers, and he hasn't been able to sleep well these past few days.

During the day, he also had to hold small meetings with the Emperor and his colleagues.

They were secretly plotting and scheming to kill the Wen family. It's a real pity for his handsome and dashing appearance!

"Yes, yes, I also feel extremely close to you, handsome Prime Minister. Oh my, handsome Prime Minister, we are truly destined to be together!"

Helian Mou Sisi was being held by Wenren Yu. The tiny little one snuggled close to her, her rosy cheeks radiating warmth.

Right there on Wenren Yu's handsome face, which looked like it had been painted with ink, she rubbed and rubbed, and wow, not bad at all! The Prime Minister's skin is as smooth as ever!

That's not enough. Just look at how friendly Wenren Yu is to him right now, with his hair all disheveled.

Helian Mousisi, with her soft, sweet voice and quick wit, always knows how to take advantage of others and is always thinking outside the box.

"Look, handsome Prime Minister, since you and Sisi are so destined for each other, why not consider rejoining Sisi's harem?"

Last time at the restaurant, I was careless and let the handsome prime minister slip away, even though the opportunity was being offered to me.

As a qualified womanizer and playboy, she would seize any opportunity to bring the handsome prime minister back into her harem.

Sisi's mind was racing, and she had completely forgotten that the handsome, ethereal tutor she had seduced was standing right across from her, watching.

If the young girl had simply looked up, she would have seen Nan Rong Jinghua's face, so captivating and alluring that nothing could compare to it, and how tense his expression must have been.

The eyes beneath the long silk robe looked at Wenren Yushi with such coldness, and the long, jade-like fingers beneath the wide, silver-white sleeves were gripped so tightly, their knuckles white.