Helian's wicked eyes fell on the wine cup on the little girl's tiny finger, and he raised an eyebrow, unusually patiently offering a reminder.

"This is wine."

"Yes, Sisi knows, this is what Sisi wants to drink."

Sisi nodded, answering very seriously, her little face and eyes full of determination. This little cutie was determined to drown her sorrows in alcohol! To bolster her courage!

"You've made something of yourself?"

Helian Nie pinched the little girl's cheek without any politeness. She was only six years old and already wanted to drink alcohol. What would happen when she got older?

Mou Sisi: Stare~

Si Si didn't speak. Si Si just looked at her father pitifully, wondering if her father would let Si Si get drunk.

Helian Nie was amused by the little girl's serious expression, chuckled softly, and pinched Si Si's cheek again.

"You really want to drink it?"

"Mmm!" Sisi answered firmly. Whether she felt guilty or not was unimportant; what mattered was that Sisi wanted to taste what the wine tasted like.

Helian Nie's narrow, peach-blossom eyes gleamed with a playful glint as he looked at the serious-faced Si Si, his smile deepening. He slightly raised his chin...

"Drink it, just one sip."

With Helian Nie's permission, Mou Sisi sat up straight, picked up the dragon-patterned wine cup with her small hands, and took a deep breath.

"Whew!"

She tilted her little face up and gurgled, "Gurgle gurgle gurgle~!"

Mou Sisi gulped down the wine in two or three gulps, emptying the entire wine cup before Helian Nie could stop him.

Sitting in the seat, Nan Rong Jinghua's gaze, hidden beneath the long silk robe, had been fixed on the little girl ever since she looked over.

Seeing the young girl drink the wine, a fleeting look of surprise crossed the deity's face. His slender, elegant figure froze slightly, and the fingers gripping the wine cup tightened gradually.

Ah Sheng, what's wrong? Are you angry because you found out he detained those men?

"Phew, Father, it's a little spicy."

Mou Sisi put the wine bottle back on the table, stuck out her pink little tongue, and fanned herself with her little hands.

Helian Nie looked at the little girl beside him with a complicated expression, then reached out with his long, slender fingers and poked her forehead.

"Are you drunk?"

"How could that be? Sisi has only had one drink. Sisi thinks she could have another one!"

With a flourish of his chubby little hand, Sisi's manner was reminiscent of Helian Nie's imposing presence when he first ascended to the throne.

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Very good, I'm drunk.

With his well-defined fingers, he rubbed his aching temples, then with a swift movement, he pulled the eager Sisi, who was trying to pour wine himself, back to his seat.

"Sit still." The villainous tyrant said in a sinister and chilling tone.

"But," Sisi pouted, wanting to argue a little.

"No buts." Helian Nie wanted to take a bamboo stick and give this ugly thing a loving fatherly lesson.

"Father, I want to drink another cup," Si Si thought, feeling confident she could manage.

"No, you don't want to." The villainous tyrant gritted his teeth, and casually picked up a slice of venison with his chopsticks, stuffing it into the little girl's mouth, which was still trying to chatter on.

"Awoo!" After taking a bite of fragrant venison, Sisi's curled eyelashes fluttered, and her grape-like, watery eyes blinked in confusion for a moment.

The little mouth unconsciously chewed once, then chewed again, oh, so delicious!

And so, Sisi stopped nagging about drinking, picked up a chopstick, and quietly began to eat the fragrant venison.

Despite holding the chopsticks crookedly, Sisi still managed to eat the meat, her cheeks bulging out like a greedy little squirrel.