Led by Helian Nie, who was carrying the little girl in one arm, he stepped into Yongqing Palace first, followed closely by Chang Ying and several palace servants.

The people in the underground palace who had been kneeling and bowing before finally dared to lift their legs and straighten up, each patting their chests and breathing lightly, as if they had survived a calamity.

Looking at the palace servants in his wheelchair, Helian Ci's dark eyes darkened, his brows furrowed, and his sickly pale face was adorned with a slight, mocking smile on his crimson lips.

Is it true that only supreme power can make these wicked slaves fear and obey from the depths of their souls?

Nan Rongjinghua's gaze, hidden beneath the long silk robe, followed the young girl as she took a step. Her tall and slender figure moved towards the palace.

Although Yue'er was terrified of the Emperor's infamous reputation, the little princess was inside, and no matter how scared she was, Yue'er gritted her teeth and followed.

Ah Xun had assumed that with the Emperor making such a grand entrance to Yongqing Palace, there was no need for his young master to hold a ceremony today.

Based on the young master's usual conduct, he should have bowed to the Emperor and taken his leave, but unexpectedly, he intends to stay.

Recalling her young master's unusual behavior over the past two days, all because of the little princess, Ah Xun's resentment towards Helian Si grew stronger. No, she had to report this matter to the teacher when she returned to the manor.

Inside the hall,

Helian Nie sat on the pearwood chair symbolizing the main seat, one hand resting on the table, his devilishly handsome face...

Her long, narrow peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed as she looked at the little bundle in her arms, who was fidgeting with her short little hands and seemed a bit uneasy.

Hmm, not bad, the ugly thing has improved; it should realize it said the wrong thing.

The villainous tyrant was quite satisfied with this. However, at this moment, the ugly thing that was being praised for its progress was frowning, wondering how to coax its unpredictable little brat.

After a long while, the little girl swallowed hard, and as if she had made up her mind, she mustered up her courage and raised her rosy little face.

Believing that acting cute and charming is not shameful, Sisi looked at the tyrant's gloomy face and spoke in a soft, sweet voice.

"Father, are you unhappy? Don't be unhappy, Sisi, let Sisi sing you a song?"

Beautiful singing can heal the soul, thought Mou Sisi, her rosy little face beaming with a fawning and ingratiating smile, just like a proper lackey.

There's nothing we can do. We don't know why our little one is unhappy, and we don't dare to ask. We can only cowardly try to appease him.

Sigh, life is tough, so Sisi resorts to performing online.

But upon hearing this, the already gloomy-faced villainous tyrant's expression darkened even further.

Sing?

The two lines that ugly thing sang to me last time still linger in my mind like a demonic melody. Why is it singing again?

Ha, are you trying to kill yourself?

Helian Nie's handsome face darkened, his narrow, almond-shaped eyes fixed on the ugly thing in his arms. He gritted his teeth and said, "Do you want me to become deaf?"

"Huh?" Why did the little one say that? She was clearly speaking out of kindness. The little girl looked puzzled.jpg.

Suddenly, the little girl's grape-like, watery eyes widened slightly. Could her little darling think she was cursing him in her heart?

This is outrageous!

The little girl's grape-like, watery eyes looked at the villainous tyrant with a grim expression. She shook her head vigorously, like a rattle-drum, and began to explain anxiously in her soft, sweet voice.