Wenren Yu: To be honest, he always felt that the little princess was cursing the emperor to die.

It was nearing midnight, and the evening breeze carried a chill. Not to mention the uncollected remains of severed limbs in the corridor, and a faint stench of blood permeated the air.

Helian frowned, his long, slender fingers adjusting his cloak to wrap the little girl up tightly.

His peach-blossom eyes swept over Wenren Yu, his handsome face showing little expression, and he parted his thin lips to utter a single sentence.

You clean up the mess.

He carried the little girl in one arm and left with a group of guards, leaving Nan Rong Jinghua and Wenren Yu alone, bewildered in the cool evening breeze.

Wenren Yu had no choice but to swallow back the words she was about to say. She looked at Nanrong Jinghua with her phoenix eyes, but before she could speak...

Nan Rong Jinghua raised her hand and bowed slightly, without saying a word, then turned and left in the direction of exiting the palace.

The Prime Minister, left alone with only a few Imperial Guards, stood bewildered in the wind: "..."

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt like going down and chopping a few people down.

**

The little girl sobbed uncontrollably and was carried all the way back to the Wolong Palace by Helian Nie. The emperor had not yet returned, and the Wolong Palace was brightly lit and waiting.

The news of the Wen family's coup tonight had spread throughout the palace in a very short time.

Upon seeing the Emperor return, all the palace servants in Wolong Palace lowered their heads and obediently performed their duties.

The palace servants were inevitably surprised when they saw the little princess in the Emperor's arms. Although they were curious, no one dared to ask anything.

Helian Nie carried the little girl into the inner hall and sat down on a sandalwood chair. Only then did the little girl stop sobbing.

Chubby little hands clutched Helian Nie's dragon robe, and her little face emerged from Helian Nie's arms...

With wet eyes, she saw the patch of her clothes that had been dampened by her tears.

As Sisi's curled eyelashes, damp with tears, fluttered slightly, her little heart suddenly felt a bit guilty.

Did Sisi make this? No, it shouldn't be. Waaah, if my little one finds out, will he spank his own bottom? Waaah.

To avoid getting a spanking, Helian Mou Sisi acted faster than he thought.

Clutching the cloak covering her body with her little hands, she thought she was being discreet, covering the patch of clothing soaked with her tears.

Sisi didn't see it. As long as Sisi covered it up quickly, even the Emperor didn't see it. It wasn't Sisi who did it.

Little did they know, Helian Nie had already taken in the little girl's every move.

He raised his hand, which was resting on the sandalwood chair, and rubbed his throbbing temples with his well-defined knuckles.

When his gaze fell upon the little girl in his arms, her face, swollen and bruised from crying like a kitten, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.

He raised his eyes, looked at Xiao Linzi who was waiting to the side, and spoke in a sinister voice.

"Bring me a basin of warm water."

Those who could serve Helian Nie were naturally very good at reading people's expressions.

Seeing the little princess being held in the Emperor's arms, Xiao Linzi understood immediately and quickly bowed in response.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I'll go right away."

Xiao Linzi went down to give the instructions, and Mou Sisi raised her little face. Because she had just cried, her eyes were wet, and she spoke in a soft, sweet voice.

"Father, Father Emperor hiccup."

"Mmm." Sisi covered her little mouth with her hands to prevent herself from letting out a hiccup that would embarrass a five-year-old.

A rare amusement rose in Helian Nie's heart. His peach blossom eyes met the little girl's wet, watery eyes.

"Why are you crying? Do you think I'm so easy to kill?"