"Let's go." Nan Rong Jinghua stood up, reaching out her hand towards a certain Si Si, her godlike face framed by a gentle, faint smile.

"Let's hold hands with the teacher and watch the first snow!"

Sisi placed her little hand in Nanrong Jinghua's palm. Her chubby little hand was enveloped in Nanrong Jinghua's warm palm.

Wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, Mou Sisi was led by Nan Rong Jinghua, her chubby little legs wobbling as she walked, looking exactly like a walking little rice dumpling, which was quite comical.

Watching from behind, Yue'er couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh out loud. She had to admit, the little princess had grown quite a bit.

She's gained quite a bit of weight, looking like the lucky baby in those New Year's paintings. Consort Yun in heaven must be pleased to see that.

As she thought about it, Yue'er's eyes reddened.

Outside the hall,

The first snowfall wasn't heavy; it was like willow catkins, drifting down from the sky like playful little white sprites.

The little one was so excited! The chubby baby spun around in the courtyard, oblivious to the cold, reaching out his plump little hands to grab the snowflakes.

Unfortunately, the snowflakes melted soon after landing on her hands, but Sisi was still enjoying it, occasionally giggling when a snowflake landed on her face.

Nan Rong Jinghua stood under the eaves of the corridor, hands behind his back, his figure elegant and slender. The cold wind whipped his silver-white robes, causing them to flutter.

The deity's face, beneath the long silk robe, lingered on the little girl circling in the courtyard.

What does snowflake taste like?

Sisi's little face was slightly flushed from the cold. She watched the swirling snowflakes fall, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering.

Stealing a glance at the handsome scholar standing under the eaves of the corridor, Helian, curious and unrestrained, stuck out her pink little tongue to taste what snowflakes tasted like.

"Huh, it's ice-cold and doesn't taste like anything."

Mou Sisi pressed his tongue against the tip of his tongue and muttered to himself.

How could Nan Rong Jinghua not notice the little girl's little movements? Her divine face raised her eyebrows slightly, and a faint smile appeared in her eyes beneath her long silk robe.

Ah Sheng is really something.

When Helian Ci stepped into Yongqing Palace, what he saw was a certain Sisi sticking out the tip of her little tongue.

With a squinting expression, his dark eyes narrowed, and his exceptionally red lips unconsciously curved upwards, he strode into Yongqing Palace and came up behind the little girl.

"You little coward, what stupid thing are you doing, hmm?"

Sisi was muttering to herself with her little face down when she was suddenly hit on the head with a loud thud.

"Awooo, Second Brother, you're bullying Sisi again, hmph!"

When Sisi turned around and saw that it was Helian Ci, she pouted and complained.

"Really? I don't think so."

Helian Ci's sickly pale face broke into a wider smile. He denied it outright and bent down to pick up the little girl.

"No, no, Sisi is chubby. Second brother, your leg has just healed, so don't carry Sisi. Sisi is already a six-year-old big kid. Sisi can walk by herself."

However, Sisi refused, waving her chubby little hands in refusal, regarding her current situation.

I'm a chubby baby, and I'm still somewhat aware of that. After all, my belly is still there, sob sob.

"Doctor Liu said my leg has fully healed. Don't worry, my second brother can still hold this chubby baby."

Helian Ci pinched Sisi's little nose with his long, porcelain-white fingers and said with a smile.

"No, no, Sisi won't feel at ease. Let's wait until spring, then Second Brother can hold Sisi and let her lie down."

Sisi's expression can be serious, and she points with her little finger in a very serious manner, like a serious little old lady, rambling on and on, shaking her head.