"Very well, I will not go back on my word."

Nan Rong Jinghua's voice was melodious and gentle, like a warm breeze caressing the heart, extremely soothing.

"Okay! Pinky promise~"

Helian Si raised his delicate pinky finger and waved it in front of Nan Rong Jinghua, his grape-like, moist eyes full of anticipation.

A smile flickered in Nan Rongjinghua's eyes beneath the long silk robe. She raised her slender, jade-like fingers, gently hooking her little finger around the girl's chubby little finger, her tone tender and affectionate.

"Okay, pinky promise."

The warm golden sunlight shone on the two people, one big and one small, under the swaying shadows of the lush trees, creating a very cozy scene.

A few steps away, Helian You's fair, round face had a pair of handsome eyebrows that were so furrowed they could almost trap a fly; his small fists, held tightly at his sides, were clenched tightly.

Master, I hate you so much!

**

The Prime Minister's Residence.

Helian You stepped down from the carriage, his fair, round face dark with anger. Clutching a small, azure cloth bag, he walked into the Prime Minister's residence without looking back.

Wenren Yu, waving her ink-painted fan, was about to head out to the palace when she saw her little rascal returning, his face clearly showing his displeasure.

On his handsome face, which resembled a painted painting, he raised his phoenix eyes and said, "Oh, what's wrong? Who made this little brat so unhappy?"

If he heard it out loud, he would definitely go and learn a thing or two from that person, so he wouldn't always be the one getting annoyed by that brat.

With this in mind, Wenren Yu wasn't in a hurry to enter the palace. She stopped and casually picked up Helian You, teasingly saying...

"Oh dear, look who has offended our little darling. Tell us, so your uncle can be happy."

Helian You: "..."

With his dark, bright eyes fixed on Wenren Yu, who was clearly gloating, six-year-old Helian You felt an urge to rebel.

The clenched fist tightened and loosened repeatedly, until finally reason prevailed.

I mentally wrote this down: My uncle is being a terrible person again today!

Suddenly, the grudge notebook stopped. As if remembering something, Helian You's dark, bright eyes lit up, and he looked at Wenren Yu.

Her fair, round face bore the same gloating expression as Wenren Yu's. Under Wenren Yu's puzzled and curious gaze, she spoke, word by word.

"It's because the teacher is angry."

As expected, Wenren Yu's handsome face, which resembled a painted painting, immediately lost its smile, and he instantly shared Helian You's hatred for the enemy.

"That brat Nan Rong Jinghua, humph!"

The grudge of taking his second place on the list of Kyoto's most handsome men is irreconcilable and will be etched in my memory!

"Come here, Xiao You'er, tell your uncle what that brat Nan Rong Jinghua did to upset you. Your uncle will get revenge for you!"

"Let that brat know that the Wen family isn't to be trifled with!"

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. When it came to Nan Rong Jinghua, Wenren Yu started rambling on and on, full of righteous indignation, wishing he could roll up his sleeves and go to Nan Rong's house to cause trouble right now.

Seeing his uncle like this, six-year-old Helian You silently rolled his eyes. Don't think he didn't know what his uncle cared about.

Don't even think about seeking revenge in his own name. He should take revenge himself; otherwise, he'll become an unfilial uncle.

Helian You struggled to get off Wenren Yu.

"Alas, I'm afraid that's not possible now. Your uncle has to go to the palace now. How about we avenge you, Xiao You'er, tomorrow?"

Upon hearing Wenren Yu's words, Helian You successfully stopped struggling. His dark, bright eyes looked at Wenren Yu, and his childish voice spoke without hesitation.

"I want to go to the palace too."