"Really? Really?"

The little girl sniffed, wiped away her tears, and looked at the moon with reddened eyes.

Yue'er nodded firmly, feeling both heartache and joy. She had previously worried that the little princess and the second prince wouldn't get along.

Look, now the little princess and the second prince are closer than anyone else.

"If the little princess doesn't believe me, she can go in and take a look."

As soon as Yue'er finished speaking, the little girl, without even putting down her little cloth bag, ran with her short legs toward Helian Ci's room.

"Crunch."

The door was pushed open, and there was Helian Ci sitting in a wheelchair, the hem of his robe pulled up on his legs, revealing thin, porcelain-white legs with clearly visible veins beneath the skin.

At this moment, her legs were covered with more than a dozen thin silver needles, and Liu Ruyan was holding the silver needles in her hand.

They continued to poke at Helian Ci's legs, while the palace servants who were attending to him were also busy, some bringing water and others handing him things.

Consort Lian stood to the side watching, wiping away tears with a handkerchief in her hand, her eyes red and swollen.

However, Helian Ci, the person involved, had no expression on his face, just like his leg, which was covered with silver needles.

It wasn't his own, but the dense beads of sweat on his forehead revealed Helian Ci's restraint at that moment.

Everyone in the room was stunned when they saw the little girl burst in.

Helian Ci, in his wheelchair, had a sickly pale face with slightly furrowed brows. His dark eyes, like deep pools, gazed into the little girl's eyes, and he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Sisi, go out, be good."

He knew he must look terrible and frightening in his current state, and being a coward, he didn't want to scare her.

The little girl pouted, and without waiting for Helian Ci's reply, turned around, closed the door, and slung her cute little cloth bag over her shoulder.

With tiny, whimpering steps, she walked to Helian Ci's side. As Helian Ci frowned, Sisi raised her little hand.

Grasping Helian Ci's hand resting on the armrest of the wheelchair, her rosy cheeks showed a hint of stubbornness, and her grape-like, moist eyes were red and swollen.

"Second brother, if you are in pain, just hold Sisi's hand, and Sisi will stay with you."

The little girl's voice was soft and sweet, yet exceptionally firm, while Helian Ci's lips were unusually red.

He pursed his lips into a straight line, a strange, bittersweet feeling welling up inside him. His little timid boy had grown up.

Consort Lian was watching from the side. When she heard the little girl's words, her eyes reddened again, and tears fell.

"Sisi, be good. Second brother doesn't hurt. The room smells strongly of herbs. Don't you hate the smell of herbs the most? Go out and play, be good."

The little girl didn't answer; her fluffy little head lowered gently, avoiding looking into Helian Ci's eyes, her chubby little hands...

However, he held Helian Ci's hand tightly, showing no intention of letting go.

Liu Ruyan inserted the last slender silver needle, breathed a sigh of relief, and took the handkerchief handed to her by the palace maid to wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead.

Seeing the little girl stubbornly holding onto her brother's hand, refusing to let go, his delicately drawn eyebrows slightly raised.

Hmm? This little girl actually knows how to care for her brother?

“肆肆”

Helian Ci sighed softly, his dark eyes, like a deep pool, falling on the little girl's slightly drooping, fluffy head, his hoarse voice revealing a hint of helplessness.

Helian Si ignored Helian Ci, her little mouth tightly pursed, refusing to look at the gaze Helian Ci was casting.