"077, your kid's here! Quickly hide the sketchbook! The enemy will arrive on the battlefield in five seconds!"

As Fo Lian slurped with gusto, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

But wait, who else could that ever-approaching crimson dragon cannon be but 077's offspring?

Shuangwaiwai almost lost her grip, and a lotus flower floated onto the back of the little girl's head. She hurriedly informed the girl.

The little girl, wrapped in her blanket, stood with her back to Fo Lian, her little bottom sticking out. The domineering Mary Sue was still dazed when she heard that Helian Nie had arrived.

The little girl was quick-witted; she stuffed her sketchbook under her little pillow and sat up abruptly.

Helian Nie stood before the bed, his long, slender fingers drawing back the bed curtains, and met the gaze of a certain Sisi, her eyes sparkling with ingratiating pleasure.

"Father."

The little girl, wrapped in a small blanket like a dumpling, sat on the bed, her little face tilted up.

With those bright, sparkling eyes, she looked at you so obediently, and in her soft, sweet little voice, she called you "Father."

Helian Nie raised an eyebrow slightly, his peach blossom eyes casually sweeping across the bed before finally settling on the pillow where the little girl had hidden her sketchbook.

The man thought he had hidden it well, but little did he know that a corner of the sketchbook had already been revealed.

Tsk, can't even hide it properly.

Sisi had a bad feeling; her heart started racing, and her back instinctively straightened.

Without making a sound, she shifted her little bottom, blocking Helian Nie's view, pursed her lips, and began to ramble on about this and that.

"Father, did you come here for a walk because you couldn't sleep?"

"Father wants to hear Sisi tell stories or sing. Father says Sisi can do either."

That guilty Sisi, all the domineering prince and Mary Sue stuff is gone, all that's left are those days, the fear of being controlled when her sketchbooks were confiscated by the little one's people.

"What are you feeling guilty about?"

Helian Nie didn't expose the little girl. He stepped forward and sat down on the edge of the bed, finding it amusing to tease her.

"No, Sisi is not, Sisi is not like that, Father Emperor is mistaken!"

Sisi shook her fluffy little head like a rattle drum, waving her little hands in a triple denial.

"I heard you had a fight with Consort Lian?"

Helian Nie pinched the little girl's rosy cheek with his slender fingers. Hmm? The ugly thing seems to have lost some weight.

"Yes, yes..."

So, is this little brat standing up for Aunt Lian and going to scold his adorable daughter? Will he spank his little bottom? Thinking about how his own pert little bottom has already been spanked several times by his little brat, the little girl covered her bottom tightly with her chubby little hands, and looked at Helian Nie warily with her grape-like, watery eyes.

"Father, are you going to spank our adorable little daughter Sisi on behalf of Aunt Lian?"

Beat this ugly thing on behalf of Consort Lian? What kind of nonsense does this ugly thing think about all day?

"come over."

The villain wasn't in a good mood. What? In this ugly thing's mind, he was always the image of a cruel person who would spank her without reason?

This noise startled Sisi so much that she covered her bottom and hid even deeper under the covers.

"No, no, no! Please, Father, spare my little cutie's bottom! If you hit me again, my perky little bottom will become flat! Waaah!"