Nan Rong Jinghua did not reply, but simply held the little girl and sat down on the pear wood chair on the other side.

Facing the little girl, his eyes, hidden beneath the long silk robe, fell on her small, fidgeting hands clasped behind her back, and his heart tightened.

"You don't need to take what Grandpa and Miss Lin said to heart. I am your future husband, and you don't need to feel uncomfortable living here with me."

"Huh? But..."

But Sisi felt that what Master Awen said wasn't wrong, since she had been living at Master Awen's house for a very, very long time.

We've already counted on our fingers twenty times, it's really time to go. Besides, Sisi misses her father, her second brother, Aunt Lian, and her sister Yue'er.

"No buts, Sisi, you don't need to care what others say, so, how about we don't leave, okay?"

Nan Rong Jinghua's voice was low and soft. When his forehead gently touched the little girl's forehead and lingered softly in her ear, it was the most captivating.

"Gulp."

I'm so sorry, little girl swear, she absolutely didn't mean it. It's just that the handsome, divine teacher was too charming, and he made this little cutie's head spin.

No, no, Sisi, you need to calm down and clear your head. You've been living in Master's house for twenty fingers already!

I really can't stay here any longer. I can't be that unwanted doll, that pitiful little cabbage that no one wants. It's too miserable and pathetic. I shouldn't be like that!

Finally, the little girl, Xiaomi, gritted her teeth, steeled her resolve, shook her fluffy little head, and pushed Nanrong Jinghua away with her small hands.

"Master, don't do this!"

Sisi couldn't resist this blatant seduction!

Perhaps not expecting the girl to push him away, Nan Rong Jinghua was stunned for a moment, and her slender, jade-like fingers under her silver-white embroidered robe trembled slightly.

Ah Sheng, are you going to push me away again?

"Master, I didn't take what Master said to heart, because my belly is bigger than the Prime Minister's!"

Helian Si patted his soft little belly with his chubby little hands, a rather smug expression on his rosy cheeks.

But this smug little expression didn't last long. Sisi soon looked a bit downcast, her head drooping slightly, her soft, sweet voice tinged with sadness.

"That's right, that's right, Sisi misses Father Emperor, Sisi misses Second Brother Emperor, misses Aunt Lian and Sister Yue'er, really misses them so much, so Sisi wants to go back."

It's not that this place is bad, but it's still the Master's home, not the home of Sisi, the Emperor, and his brothers.

Although the girl is usually carefree and only thinks about handsome men, in Sisi's heart...

The people closest to Sisi, and the most important to him, are still his father and his brothers.

Seeing the little girl's head bowed and her dejected expression, Nan Rong Jinghua pursed his thin lips slightly.

"After Sisi and the teacher have finished their dinner, would it be alright if we escorted Sisi back to the palace later?"

For Helian Mou Sisi, this sentence was like winning the lottery—a truly delightful surprise.

Her head, which had been hanging low, tilted up to look at Nanrong Jinghua with undisguised joy, her eyes and brows beaming with happiness.

"R-Really? Sisi can really go back to the palace?!"

She, she, she can finally see her little prince and the second prince by the Daming Lake!!

Awooooo!!!

"Yes, really." Nan Rong Jinghua gently rubbed the little girl's head. Even his usually icy expression couldn't help but soften with a smile, mirroring the little girl's emotions.