Helian Nie, who waved his hand and said "No need for formalities," heard the little girl's murmurs beside him. For a moment, a playful smile appeared on his handsome face.

His narrow, almond-shaped eyes fell once more on Si Beitao, who was walking back to her seat, his teasing growing stronger.

Fairy sister? So, all along, that ugly thing has been mistaking Si Beitao Hua for a woman?

Sisi's head was spinning; she had no idea what was going on behind the scenes. She shifted her little bottom slightly.

She tilted her flushed little face up, her grape-like, moist eyes looking at Helian Nie, and smacked her slightly oily little lips before speaking in a soft, sweet voice.

"Father, I want to tell you that I saw a fairy sister. She's the same fairy sister I met in the Imperial Academy lecture hall."

"Oh? Is it because I was born handsome, or because the fairy sister was born handsome?"

A certain villainous tyrant, utterly without principles or limits, started another beauty contest, and even asked the question while the young girl was still dazed.

"Oh, of course it's Father Emperor! Father Emperor is the most handsome person in the whole world!"

The little one, with his chubby little hands, was clinging to Helian Nie's arm.

The fluffy little head leaned against Helian Nie, and answered without hesitation in a soft, sweet voice, nodding its head obediently.

Helian Nie's thin, crimson lips slowly curved upwards, clearly a response from a certain Sisi.

The villainous tyrant was very pleased. He reached out and picked up the little bundle of joy, whose body was crookedly leaning against him, and held it in his arms.

Those long, narrow, almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly as they looked down at Si Beitaohua in the lower seat, their provocation practically written all over their faces.

I won without a fight, so you'd better know better and get lost.

Si Beitao held a wine glass in her hand, facing Helian Nie's provocative gaze, her face even more beautiful than a woman's.

Instead of showing any displeasure, he even smiled. The dignified Emperor of Northern Yin was acting like a child, so childish.

From the moment Si Beitao entered the hall, the ministers' gazes were fixed on the emperor and Si Beitao, sensing the undercurrents between them.

They all took it all in, and the ministers with profound inner strength naturally also heard the conversation between the emperor and the little princess.

For a moment, looking at the emperor sitting high above them, they felt strange: Is this really the cold-blooded, ruthless emperor they knew?

Sisi was still dizzy and forgot all about the fairy sister. The little girl was held by Helian Nie, and her little head rested obediently on Helian Nie's chest.

Right now, he's half-closing his eyes, listening to his little one's heartbeat. Ah, Father's heartbeat is very strong and powerful.

He nodded his little head and said, "Yes, yes, Father is very healthy and can live for another five hundred years!"

After exchanging toasts and several rounds of drinks, and having finished all the usual pleasantries, it was soon time for the ministers to present their gifts.

Upon hearing the eunuch's shrill announcement of the start of the offering, the still drowsy Sisi, who was leaning against Helian Nie's chest and about to fall asleep, instantly woke up.

She sat up straight, her little back ramrod straight, her grape-like, watery eyes wide open.

Ke Liang looked at the group of ministers seated below him as if they were lambs to the slaughter, his eyes filled with the greedy gleam of a little money-grubber.

The ministers, like lambs to the slaughter, shuddered under their robes and got goosebumps when they were stared at by that shrewish gaze.

The little princess's eyes were... kind of creepy.