"Phew~"

After parting ways with his second elder brother at the entrance of Fanghua Palace, Helian Ci leisurely strolled back to his own Yongqing Palace.

Unforgettable in her heart, she and Buddha Lotus marveled at the magnificent good looks of the Second Prince by Daming Lake.

"You flower-obsessed fool!" Buddha Lotus shook her lotus petals, looking utterly disdainful.

"What do you know, you glutton?" Helian Si rolled his eyes and retorted, making Fo Lian so angry that she turned around and shut down the phone with a snap.

I should never have given my IQ back to 077. That infuriatingly sharp tongue of his is back again, damn it!

"Your Highness, Young Master Jinghua has arrived."

As soon as Helian Ci stepped into Yongqing Palace, the waiting palace servants' eyes lit up, and they quickly came forward to greet him, speaking to Helian Si in a low voice.

Helian Si: "!"

I lifted my foot, turned around, and wanted to run away. My mind raced, trying to recall which classmate I had flirted with these past few days and which teacher had found out.

No, right? No, right?

“peng”.

"Ugh, my nose." The soreness in his nose made Helian Si want to cry. Why was it his nose again?

When Yue'er came out of the palace, she happened to see this scene. She shook her head and smiled helplessly. Why was the princess still so impatient?

Nan Rong, with her stunningly beautiful face, furrowed her brows almost imperceptibly, her eyes beneath long silk robes filled with heartache. She lowered her head, her long, slender fingers gently lifting Helian Si's chin.

"Did it hurt when you bumped it, hmm?"

"Ugh, Jinghua, it hurts."

Helian Si had a delicate and pretty oval face, her beautiful peach blossom eyes glistening with tears, and her red lips, like rose petals, were slightly pouting, making her look extremely pitiful.

Nan Rong Jinghua pursed her thin lips, her divine face showing increasing heartache. Her fingers gently stroked Helian Si's nose, a flash of silver light passing by. She sighed softly, her voice gentle and melodious.

"It's my fault, sweetie, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"It hurts... um?"

Helian Si wanted to continue acting cute and pitiful, but the soreness in his nose had disappeared. He sniffed, puzzled, and realized he really didn't feel any pain.

I reached out and touched my nose in surprise. Wow, it really doesn't hurt anymore! It's still so straight and beautiful.

"Master, are you a deity?"

Helian Si looked up at Nanrong Jinghua and uttered this exclamation for the umpteenth time. It really seemed that everything would become miraculously smooth when it came to the Master.

Nan Rong Jinghua did not answer, but a slight smile curved his thin lips. He took Helian Si's small hand in his own and gently squeezed it.

"My dear, call me Jinghua."

He finally waited until his Ah Sheng grew up, but now he keeps calling him "Master," which he really doesn't want to hear.

"Okay, okay, Jinghua, you can't be angry with me, you can't punish me, I haven't been flirting with any classmates lately."

Helian Si let Nanrong Jinghua pull her along. She was used to it anyway and didn't think anything of it. She knew that her teacher liked her, hahaha!

As Nan Rong Jinghua listened to the little girl's last murmured words, the god's brow twitched, and he tightened his grip on the delicate hand in his palm.

Unfortunately, Helian Si, being oblivious to everything, remained completely unaware. Seeing that Nanrong Jinghua didn't answer him, he inwardly groaned.

She jogged forward a few steps, took her hands to hug Nan Rong Jinghua's arms, and nuzzled against him like a little kitten.

"Jinghua, please don't be mad at me. I really haven't flirted with any classmates these past few days."

"Look how beautiful you are, I'm too busy flirting with you to bother with anyone else. I swear, I like you the most, most, most of all. Don't be angry anymore, okay?"