Helian Ci's sickly pale face twitched violently between his brows. His father had taught this little coward these things? Did the little coward even understand?

"When Father Emperor spoke, he was so serious and frightening to the child."

Sisi pouted, never forgetting to tattle. Folian was very disdainful. She wondered who had just said that Sisi understood and wouldn't be angry with her father. Tsk tsk tsk.

“We’re ignoring him.”

Helian Ci casually ruffled the little girl's knitted hat and pinched the red pom-pom.

The little princess is only six years old. Why is Father Emperor talking to her about these things? He's gone to the border.

There are still Helian Yi and Helian You, right? His little coward, how come he has to grow up all by himself?

"But Sisi thinks her father is right."

The two had reached the front of the roof corridor. Mou Sisi lifted his chubby little leg, stepped onto the steps, and grumbled.

"Hmm?" Helian Ci asked, puzzled.

Yue'er took the oil-paper umbrellas from the two of them and tidied them up, while Helian Ci pulled Mou Sisi into the hall.

Inside the hall,

No longer would Sisi sit alone with her doll; she insisted on nestling in Helian Ci's arms, a chubby, round bundle like a panda.

She clung tightly to Helian Ci's lean waist, burying her face in his chest, and said in a soft, muffled voice,

"Second brother, although Sisi also wishes to remain an innocent and romantic doll forever, never having to grow up, and always being loved and protected by Father and brother,"

But that's impossible. Sisi will still grow up year by year, and Father will grow old, and his brothers will marry and have children.

At this point, Sisi felt a lump in her throat. "Oh, I don't want Father to get old!"

“Father is right. Sisi needs to learn to grow up on her own. Not only that, Sisi also needs to become very powerful so that she can protect Father and her brothers.”

The little girl in his arms continued her soft, sweet chattering, but Helian Ci's feelings became exceptionally complicated.

His dark eyes fell on the little snowball nestled in his arms, and his long, porcelain-white fingers twitched slightly.

Unable to resist, he gently ruffled the little girl's fluffy head. Her pale, sickly face and unusually red lips curved into a slight smile.

What to do? His little princess, who's always crying and acting like a coward, seems to be growing up all of a sudden.

"Hey, Second Brother, do you think Sisi is right?"

After Sisi finished her rambling, she raised her rosy little face, blinked her grape-like, watery eyes, and looked at Helian Ci with a pleading expression for approval.

The curve of Helian Ci's lips widened further as he pinched Sisi's pert little nose. His slightly husky voice was exceptionally pleasant to hear.

"Yes, Sisi is right. Second Brother's little coward has grown up."

"Hmph, she's already a six-year-old big kid."

Upon receiving the approval, a bright light shone in Sisi's eyes, but she pouted and huffed in dissatisfaction.

Just then, Yue'er, accompanied by palace servants, brought in fruits, snacks, and hot tea. Helian Ci glanced at them with his dark eyes, casually picked up a piece of candy, and waved it in front of Si Si.

"Want some candy?"

"Eat!" Mou Sisi's eyes lit up, and he nodded without hesitation.

“Big kids don’t eat candy.” Helian Ci smiled wickedly, deliberately teasing Sisi.

Mou Sisi: "..."

"Hmph, fine, I won't eat then!" Sisi threw a tantrum like a six-year-old, pouting her little lips and refusing to admit defeat.

Helian Ci found it amusing, peeled off the candy coating, and stuffed the candy into the little girl's mouth. "Alright, stop pouting, you're not pretty anymore."

"Second brother, you're bad!" Sisi muttered to himself, honestly chewing the candy in his mouth.