Helian Si, held in Helian Nie's arms, naturally saw Helian Ci, who was sitting in a wheelchair with a sickly pale face.

Helian Ci also happened to look up at Helian Si, his dark eyes, as black as ink, were as calm as a still pool of water.

Standing behind Helian Ci, Consort Lian looked at Helian Si, who was being held by Helian Nie, with a tense expression on her haggard face.

Over the years, she and Ci'er had been confined to that dilapidated courtyard by the Imperial Concubine, and knew very little about Princess Helian Si, including her temperament.

Although the Emperor has now asked her and Ci'er to live in Yongqing Palace, the little princess is favored. If the little princess does not agree, where will she and her Ci'er find a place to stay?

Helian Si tilted his head, recalling the sickly, pale second prince before him. What kind of sins had he committed to create this?

Because her IQ was reduced by half, the little girl's brain capacity is now almost that of a five-year-old child. After thinking for a while, she still couldn't figure it out.

Buddha Lotus, who had been enjoying the show while cracking golden melon seeds, couldn't stand 077's stupidity any longer and began to speak, rubbing her forehead.

"077, yandere, yandere! He's your yandere second brother by the Daming Lake! How could you forget him?!"

Huh? Yeah, right!

After being reminded by Fo Lian, Helian Si finally remembered, and also remembered the persona of the sickly-looking beautiful boy in front of him.

"..."

Mou Sisi looked again at the pale-faced handsome young man sitting in the wheelchair, meeting his dark eyes that were like a stagnant pool.

Thinking about the inhumane childhood he had created for others, Helian Si silently swallowed, his little hands covering his chest.

What a terrible thing to do! What a terrible thing to do!!

"What, you don't want to?" Helian Nie held the little girl in one arm, his narrow eyebrows slightly raised, watching with interest the rich changes in the ugly thing in his arms.

"No, no, Father, Sisi is willing!"

Helian Si hurriedly waved his short, small hands in a triple denial; the image of a handsome young man was just too, too, too pathetic.

If she still doesn't agree, then she really is the epitome of a wicked stepmother.

Afraid that his little one wouldn't believe him, Helian Si turned his head and blinked his grape-like eyes earnestly, then quickly added,

"Really, Father Emperor, Sisi really likes Second Brother!"

What the little girl didn't know was that her words had successfully turned the villainous tyrant's face dark.

The villainous tyrant cast a malevolent glance at the tall, upright boy in his wheelchair with his sinister, peach-blossom eyes.

Then he looked away and stared at the little girl in his arms who was giving him a fawning, obsequious smile.

After a long pause, the villainous tyrant snorted coldly, clearly displeased.

Helian Si, "???"

Little one, do you have a lot of questions? What's wrong, little one? Why are you unhappy again?

Helian Ci, seated in the wheelchair, had an expressionless, sickly pale face, his head slightly bowed.

Beneath her long, slender eyelashes, a pair of dark, stagnant eyes held a deep, unfathomable emotion.

Sympathy, pity, disgust, disdain, contempt—over the years, he had seen far too many of the looks he received from others.

However, the look in the little girl's eyes when she looked at me just now was clearly one of guilt.

The same guilt he felt when his mother looked at him?

The boy, who had always prided himself on his intelligence, fell into deep thought for the first time.