"write a letter?"

Looking into the little girl's bright eyes, Helian You unconsciously repeated what she had said.

"Mmm-hmm."

The little girl, Helian Si, nodded like a chick pecking at rice. Then, as if remembering something, she rested her fluffy little head back on her tiny hands.

Her bright eyes dimmed, her little mouth pouted slightly, and her soft, sweet voice became weak.

"Sisi misses Father Emperor, and Sisi also misses Eldest and Second Princes."

Ever since she was kicked into this realm by the Heavenly Dao, she hadn't seen her baby for this long.

Without my little darling by my side, will my little one turn into a villainous tyrant who suddenly becomes emotional again?

Sisi hasn't had her beloved eldest brother's sweets in so long. Sisi longs for a hug from her eldest brother, so fragrant with orchids.

When the Second Prince by Daming Lake eats a big chicken leg, I wonder if he thinks of his adorable Si Si. Anyway, every time Si Si eats a big chicken leg, she thinks of the Second Prince by Daming Lake.

Thinking about all this, the little girl became even more dejected, and her little nose started to sting.

Sisi tilted her little face up, blinked, and held back the tears that were about to well up in her eyes.

Oh dear, don't let the tears fall! I'm not a crybaby.

"take."

My soft, chubby little hand was suddenly grasped by a warm little hand.

Sisi turned her little head curiously and saw her third brother, who didn't like to talk, looking at her with his little lips pursed.

"Third Imperial Brother?"

Helian You didn't answer the little girl, but instead gently patted her hand.

Then she withdrew her little hands, lowered her head, and took out several sheets of clean white Xuan paper from her small, azure-blue cloth bag.

Under the little girl's questioning gaze, I pushed all the sheets of Xuan paper onto her small desk.

"Write letters to the little princess."

He knew that his little princess's handwriting was terrible; to write a good letter, one would need to use a lot of Xuan paper.

Helian Si clearly thought of his own illegible handwriting, and his little face flushed slightly, his pink, pointed ears perking up.

She drooped her head in embarrassment. Oh dear, she'd embarrassed a five-year-old again. Her soft, sweet voice was barely audible.

"Thank you, Third Brother."

Helian You nodded without saying a word, gently patted the little girl's fluffy head with his small hand, and then turned his head away.

They sat up straight, took their seats seriously, and listened attentively to the lecture.

He mentally wrote it down: Listen carefully in class and improve every day. After all, he was the dumbest kid.

Over there, a six-year-old is attentively listening to the lesson; over here, a five-year-old is...

The little girl carefully laid out a clean sheet of rice paper on the small table with her tiny hands. She had made up her mind.

The first one is for my little one, but...

Sisi held a small calligraphy brush in her tiny hands, her delicate brows furrowed, and her curled eyelashes fluttered repeatedly as she looked troubled.

Sisi, what should I write to that big jerk, Father Emperor?

Sisi frowned and thought and thought, and finally, a brilliant idea flashed in her little head!

The little girl raised her hand and, in a very serious manner, dipped a small calligraphy brush into the ink in the inkstone.

With another flick of her little hand, she began to write swiftly on the pristine white Xuan paper:

Father, a day apart feels like three autumns! I miss you so much! Even though you're a big jerk, I still miss you!

—A filial child, Sisi.