"Oh? You just saw me, how come I didn't know?"

Helian Nie's sinister and languid voice, tinged with a hint of ambiguous mockery, came from the entrance of Yongqing Palace.

Helian Nie arrived in a crimson robe, his handsome face and narrow, almond-shaped eyes fixed on Nanrong Jinghua with interest.

Today, following behind Helian Nie were not only the long eagle, but also the emperor's grand entourage.

And, in that inconspicuous corner of the ceremonial procession, there was Consort Lian, dressed in a worn-out robe, her face haggard.

And then there was the boy in the wheelchair, thin but with an extremely straight back, his dark, silky hair cascading quietly over his shoulders.

In an instant, everyone in Yongqing Palace, except for Nan Rong Jinghua and Helian Si, was struck by Helian Nie's sinister voice.

Those who were stunned by the grand and imposing imperial procession that entered felt their scalps tingle and their bodies stiffen, regardless of what they were doing.

At that moment, they all stopped simultaneously, hastily and haphazardly bowing and kowtowing towards the crimson figure at the palace gate.

"This humble servant greets Your Majesty."

Nan Rong's gaze, hidden beneath the long silk robes, remained unmoved by Helian Nie's arrival.

His gaze, held through the long silk curtains, quietly fell upon the little girl in his arms, observing her expression.

Because he was a little afraid that the girl would be angry because of the lie he had just told her, his lips, which were usually pursed, were a little tense at this moment.

Fortunately, Helian Si's attention was now completely focused on Helian Nie, so he no longer cared whether he had just been tricked.

On her rosy cheeks, her grape-like, moist eyes shone brightly like stars when she saw the crimson figure stepping into Yongqing Palace.

Aaaaaaah!

It's my baby! It's my own baby!!

"Master, Master, come down quickly!" The little girl was so excited that she struggled to get down.

Fearing the little girl might fall, despite his reluctance, he sighed softly and put her down from his arms.

Once freed, Sisi immediately took off running towards the crimson figure approaching from the opposite direction.

Overwhelmed with excitement and joy, the little girl ran rather fast, her small body swaying unsteadily.

Nan Rong's heart trembled slightly at the sound of her words. His slender body tensed, determined to be there to protect the little girl if she fell.

Fortunately, although the little girl's legs were short, her chassis was still stable, and she managed to run steadily to Helian Nie's side.

Nan Rong Jinghua finally breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew her gaze from the little girl.

He cupped his hands, bowed deeply to Helian Nie, and spoke in a clear, melodious voice, "Your subject greets Your Majesty."

Helian Nie narrowed his long, narrow peach blossom eyes, staring at the tall, silver-white figure in the side hall, his eyes filled with a fierce aura.

The eagle, which was relatively close to Helian Nie, clearly sensed the fleeting killing intent emanating from its emperor.

"Father Emperor, Father Emperor~"

A sweet, soft voice rang out, breaking the slightly tense atmosphere.

Helian Nie withdrew his gaze from Nanrong Jinghua and lowered his eyes.

What came into view was that tiny bundle, with a pair of short little hands tugging at a corner of its clothing and waving it back and forth.

With her rosy cheeks tilted upwards, her bright, grape-like eyes were sparkling as she looked at herself.