Helian Si was very indignant. He had jumped off the chair just now to get a clearer view of who was coming, in order to make himself look less humiliated.

The little girl, Xiaomi, gritted her teeth, took a step with her short legs, and with Yue'er's quick eyes and hands reaching out to support her, her little bottom was back on the chair.

Even sitting on this chair, which is taller than my short legs, I only barely reach the other person's stomach.

Helian Si: "..."

This is infuriating!

This is absolutely humiliating!!!

Unbeknownst to Helian Si, the person who had been standing quietly had a slight, subtle curve at the corner of their well-defined lips.

Yue'er was both amused and exasperated by her little princess's actions, while the servant in blue holding the umbrella twitched at the corner of his mouth, clearly trying hard to suppress his laughter.

Just as the little girl was hanging her fluffy head, feeling incredibly down, a pair of slender, jade-like hands suddenly appeared before her.

Helian Si blinked his bright, grape-like eyes, tilted his head, and before he could understand what was happening, his little body was picked up.

Helian Si was momentarily stunned. When he came to his senses, he was already sitting steadily on the table. This time, at least he could see the other person's chin.

The newcomer stepped back, bowed deeply to Helian Si, and the servant in blue quickly put down the umbrella he was holding and followed his young master in bowing as well.

The same action, yet the two people performed it gave completely different impressions; one person's posture was calm and composed.

Every move they made revealed the good upbringing and family tradition of a scholarly family; even their bows were pleasing to the eye.

"Your humble servant Nan Rong Jinghua greets the little princess." The gentle voice, like a fragrant orchid in a secluded valley, reached Helian Si's ears.

Nanrong... stunningly beautiful?

Her biological mother, Helian Si, frowned even more deeply on her rosy cheeks. She knew that Nanrong was a scholarly family.

This is a story she wrote about a scholarly family that produced imperial tutors for generations, but she is certain that she never wrote about a person named Nan Rong Jinghua.

So, where did this person in front of you come from?

"Ahem, little princess." Seeing Helian Si looking lost in thought, Yue'er had to remind him with her eyes that Young Master Jinghua was still bowing.

Helian Si was slightly taken aback. Coming to his senses, he realized the two men were still bent over, and felt a moment of awkwardness.

"Uh... get up."

"Thank you, Little Princess." Just then, a gentle breeze blew by, causing the long silk blindfold covering Nan Rong Jinghua to flutter, which, combined with her silver-white silk robe, made her appear even more radiant.

Helian Si inexplicably had the illusion that Nan Rong Jinghua, standing before him, was a celestial being from heaven.

Her lips twitched, she shook her head, silently looked away, and thought to herself, "Handsome men are so charming, so charming!"

However, as a devoted and loyal NPC, she firmly believes that her own child is the most beautiful, and no one can shake the position of her child in her heart.

“My grandfather suddenly fell ill when he went out today. The doctor advised him to rest in bed. Therefore, I will be the one to teach today. I am late and deserve to die.”

His magnetic voice was like a gentle breeze as he explained why he was late.

Helian Si's heart was in turmoil. Did he deserve to die? Not at all. He waved his little hand, his sweet, soft voice weak.

"It's alright, it's alright, please continue the lesson."

After she finished speaking, she was going to find Buddha Lotus and ask her which corner this person had come from.

Strangely enough, the usually infatuated Sisi couldn't muster much interest in the person in front of her who resembled a celestial being.