"hold head high!"

Meanwhile, Sisi was blinking her eyes and trying to wink at her quiet third brother.

The little one was lifted up by the villainous tyrant with one hand, and his little face was turned around. Seeing his little one's not-so-pleasant expression,

Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered nervously, and she called out guiltily.

"Father, Father Emperor, that, that..."

Sisi racked her brains, trying to make a small excuse, because her third brother was standing up for her, this little cutie.

However, after spending time with this ugly thing, Helian Nie had become all too familiar with its little schemes.

Before the little girl could explain, he pulled her back to sit on the pear wood chair. What kind of behavior was it to be all clingy and affectionate in public?

The little bottom sat on the pear wood chair, and Sisi was a little confused. Had her little cutie fallen out of favor?

That...

Sisi wanted to struggle, but then she thought that her third brother might have to bear the wrath of the little one because of her.

No matter how much the little one struggled, he couldn't persuade him anymore. So, this little cutie could only share the joys and sorrows with his third brother!

Thinking about it, the little girl grabbed the armrests of the pear wood chair with her chubby little hands, stretched out her short legs, stuck out her little bottom, and whimpered, trying to get off the pear wood chair.

I must say, this little guy is quite adorable.

"Pfft—"

Liu Ruyan couldn't help but turn her face away and laugh out loud. Ahhh, goodness, how can she be so adorable and delightful?

Wenren Yu wanted to laugh too, but unfortunately, her little brat's life was still in uncertain danger.

He wanted to laugh for a moment, but then he was also thinking about how to smooth over Helian You's words. His handsome face, like a painted portrait, was filled with an indescribable expression.

Yue'er and a group of palace servants stood aside, watching with trepidation, and several times wanted to step forward.

Upon seeing the coldness on Helian Nie's face, she stopped in her tracks, praying that the emperor would lend a hand and prevent the little princess from falling.

Perhaps it was the effect of Yue'er's prayers, for the villainous tyrant finally turned grim.

Once again, he reached out and grabbed Sisi by the back of his collar, pulling him back onto the pearwood chair.

Sisi, who had sat back down, looked bewildered. The little girl stood there for a long time, wondering what was going on.

"Father, Father Emperor?"

What are you doing? Sisi still wants to share joys and sorrows with her third brother.

"Sit still."

Helian Nie's sinister voice was chilling and menacing, startling Mou Sisi, who instantly straightened her back.

She sat up straight, not daring to utter a single complaint, so timid and cowardly, answering softly.

"Okay, okay."

Helian You clenched his little fists again, his fair, round face and bright black eyes once more showing dissatisfaction as he looked at Helian Nie.

"Father, my little sister is still too young, no..."

Before she could finish the second half of her sentence, her little mouth was covered by a pair of hands, and then she was picked up. Wenren Yu's voice sounded from behind.

"Ahem, well, Your Majesty, Xiao You'er is still young, and children speak without thinking."

"Your Majesty, please forgive me! Your Majesty is magnanimous; please don't hold a grudge against a child. I will certainly discipline this child properly when I return!"

He'll definitely give that little brat a good scolding when he gets back. Who knows where that brat got the nerve?

Not only does he dare to challenge the Emperor, but he's also about to teach the Emperor a lesson. He's clearly a tyrant!