Helian You, a six-year-old boy, thought to himself: "Here comes my dramatic uncle."

Turn your gaze away, and your dear little nephew will give you a heartfelt performance of what it means to pretend not to see what you're doing.

Wenren Yu: "..." I'm so tired of it all.

At this moment, Yue'er and the palace servants of Yongqing Palace brought out teacups and snacks, and even tables and chairs were brought out.

No one seemed to think anything was wrong, and they simply sat down in a row in front of Helian Ci's house and courtyard.

Sisi tilted her head, a little puzzled, and looked at Helian Nie, who was sipping his tea, confused.

"Father, why don't we go inside the palace and sit down?"

Although it's not hot now, and there's a gentle breeze under the lush green banana trees, why is it that the incense in the inner hall isn't fragrant anymore?

Everyone: "..."

There was a moment of silence, as if someone suddenly realized, "Yes, why?"

"Your Majesty, it was my fault, I thought..."

Consort Lian hurriedly got up, bowed awkwardly to Helian Nie to apologize, and seeing that the Emperor showed no intention of entering the palace, she took it upon herself to do so.

"It's alright."

Helian Nie glanced at Consort Lian with his peach-blossom eyes and uttered a single sentence.

"Such a young age, yet such a capable manager, huh?"

Helian Nie's gaze returned to Helian Si sitting beside him, and his well-defined fingers gently pinched the little girl's rosy cheeks.

"Huh? Father is talking nonsense, Sisi didn't say that."

In her chubby little hands, Sisi held half a piece of osmanthus cake, her cheeks bulging from eating it.

What a busybody! I was just curious, that's why I asked. Doesn't Father love me anymore? Sigh~

Sisi lowered her fluffy little head, pouted, and sighed.

As expected, Father and Aunt Lian are the true love. Is Si Si, this little cutie, just an accident?

No, no, Sisi's mother isn't Aunt Lian. The little girl thought about it seriously, and an image of a beautiful woman with a gentle, graceful appearance, like that of someone from Jiangnan, appeared in her mind.

Oh, uh-huh, that's the mother of this body, but she was beautiful but died young.

"well."

Sisi sighed again, and the little one looked even more dejected as she ate the sweet osmanthus cake.

Suddenly, it didn't taste good anymore. The five-year-old child experienced a profound sense of loss of taste.

Helian You was sitting next to Helian Si, and now he peeked out from behind Wenren Yu, his dark, bright eyes...

He glanced at Helian Si, who was sitting listlessly in a pearwood chair, his handsome brows furrowing.

"Little Rabbit... cough, Little You'er, what are you doing?"

Seeing that Helian You, who was sitting behind him, was starting to fidget restlessly,

Wenren Yu was about to say "you little brat" when she caught a glimpse of Helian Nie sitting next to her, and she swallowed the words back.

After all, his own son, You'er, was the Emperor's own son, and ultimately, his status was even more noble than his uncle's. He still had to maintain some decorum in front of the Emperor.

With a smile of a caring uncle on his handsome face, he patiently and kindly asked.

Helian Nie raised his peach blossom eyes and glanced in the direction of Wenren Yu and Helian You. Although they were not close, they were still his third sons.

What caught the eye was Helian You carefully wiping his hands with a handkerchief, then grabbing Wenren Yu's satin blue robe and abruptly jumping off the pear wood chair.

After all, he was only six years old. Helian You's sudden movement caused Wenren Yu to stumble.

If Wenren Yu's robes hadn't been made of top-quality fabric, they might have been torn by now.