Seeing the little girl's wary expression, Helian Nie's eyelids twitched violently. His thin lips parted slightly, and his sinister voice was chilling.

"I won't hit you."

Sisi was a little skeptical. She looked at the boy's gloomy, dark face, then looked at it again, and became even more skeptical.

"Father, although Aunt Lian and Father are the true love, Si Si, this little cutie, is just an accident."

But, but, but in a few hours it will be Sisi's birthday. Will Father Emperor understand what Sisi means?

Please spare my poor little bottom since it's almost my birthday.

"I'll say it again, I won't hit you, come here."

At this line, the villainous tyrant truly gritted his teeth, and the veins on his handsome face throbbed faintly.

"Okay, okay."

Seeing that her little darling was about to explode, Helian Xiaosi stopped covering his bottom and quickly moved to Helian Nie's side.

Her rosy cheeks, her curled eyelashes fluttering, and her bright eyes blinking at Helian Nie—she was both obedient and charming.

Helian Nie scooped the little girl into his arms with a large hand, and with a flick of his wrist, his hand landed on Helian's little bottom.

The crisp, loud sound completely stunned Sisi...

You promised you wouldn't spank your own little darling's bottom...!

Helian Nie felt much better after the beating. Whether his relationship with Consort Lian was true love or an accident, all those ridiculous thoughts were just that—thoughts.

His narrow, almond-shaped eyes looked at the little girl, and he noticed that the little girl had somehow acquired a handkerchief in her small hands.

The little girl was biting her handkerchief, her grape-like eyes glistening with tears, a mixture of accusation, sorrow, and longing.

"Father, Father, you big jerk! You promised you wouldn't spank me! Waaaaah, you're going to lose your little darling daughter! Waaaaah!"

What the hell? This is so unfair! It's bullying a five-year-old! It's deceiving the feelings of this innocent and adorable little girl!

"Father, you hurt me and then just laughed it off, waaaaaah!"

The little girl cried so loudly that the entire Yongqing Palace was alerted, and in the blink of an eye, all the lanterns in the palace lit up.

Yue'er was put to sleep by Helian Nie's acupoints, so there was no sound, but that didn't stop the others in the palace from being put to sleep.

The carved wooden door of the palace was opened, and palace servants pushed Helian Ci, who was sitting in a wheelchair, in. A large group of people followed.

The commotion was so great that even the distraught and crying Sisi forgot about her tears and stared blankly at the group of people who entered the bed.

Helian Nie: "..."

Mou Sisi: "..."

The father and daughter exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes filled with undisguised embarrassment. Finally, the little girl nestled into Helian Nie's arms, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

The one crying in the middle of the night wasn't Si Si; it had nothing to do with Si Si. Si Si knew nothing about it; it was all the fault of her father, that big pig's trotter.

Helian's wicked eyes fell on the little bundle of joy nestled in his arms, pretending to be dead. He couldn't help but smirk. "Well done."

Helian Ci sat in his wheelchair, his dark eyes watching this scene, his brows slightly furrowed.

Because he had gotten up in a hurry, he was only wearing an inner garment with an outer robe draped over his shoulders. In the candlelight, the boy's figure appeared even more slender and tall.

"Father, what's wrong with my little sister?"

Helian Ci's voice was somewhat hoarse, and because of his worry for the little girl, it was even more gentle in the cold night.