A bitter smile flickered across Nan Rongjinghua's handsome, sharply defined face, as if he were muttering to himself or expressing his pain.

"Ah Sheng, do you hate me this much?"

No one answered him. The red light on his chest dimmed, and the crimson and alluring red spider lily on Helian Si's forehead gradually faded until it disappeared.

Helian Si felt his eyelids become very heavy, and he tried to open them but couldn't.

An intense drowsiness overwhelmed me, and all I remember is vaguely seeing a strand of silver hair in front of me as I closed my eyes for the last time.

Nan Rong Jinghua sighed, formed a hand seal, and a sliver of silver light disappeared into Helian Si's forehead. Her silver eyes fell on the sleeping face of the little one in her arms.

Beneath her long, silver eyelashes lay a deep pain. Her eyes were slightly closed, and a kiss as light as a goose feather landed on Helian Si's forehead. The only sound in the room was a tender, lingering "Ah Sheng."

The silver-white silk ribbon that had fallen to the ground returned to Nan Rong Jinghua's eyes, and her cascading silver hair gradually turned into black hair.

Then, the silver light that had enveloped the entire side hall faded, and Nanrong Jinghua, carrying the unconscious Helian Si in her arms, walked out of the side hall.

The side hall door opened, revealing Ah Xun and Yue'er talking. Hearing the door open, both of them turned to look.

Upon seeing Helian Si unconscious in Nanrong Jinghua's arms, both of their expressions changed. Axun was shocked that Young Master was holding the little princess.

Yue'er was embarrassed. Why was the little princess dozing off in the hall again? Young Master Jinghua was too gentle, he even carried the little princess out.

While Yue'er was still in a daze, Nan Rong Jinghua had already arrived in front of her, his gentle voice like that of a soothing orchid in a secluded valley.

"The little princess is very tired, so let's stop here for today. I'll explain the rest tomorrow. Let's take the little princess back to her bedchamber to rest."

"Huh? Oh, okay!"

Yue'er felt a little dizzy. The little princess was dozing off in the classroom. Not only did Young Master Jinghua not blame her, but he also said that he would come to teach the little princess again tomorrow.

Is she dreaming...?

After Yue'er led Helian Si back to the palace, Nanrong Jinghua withdrew her gaze and said, "Asheng, see you tomorrow."

“Young master, you…” Ah Xun began, filled with questions and shock.

The young master usually doesn't like to get too close to people, so why did he suddenly hug the little princess today and promise to come and teach her again tomorrow?

Unfortunately, before Ah Xun could speak, Nan Rong Jinghua interrupted him, "Come with me to see His Majesty."

Although his tone was as gentle as ever, Ah Xun had spent many years by Nan Rong Jing Hua's side.

However, he could sense the subtle displeasure in his young master's voice, so he dared not say another word and respectfully replied, "Yes, young master."

**

The Wolong Palace, the emperor's sleeping quarters, is magnificent and exudes extreme luxury. Beneath the tall paulownia trees in the courtyard...

Helian Nie wore a loose, dark red undergarment, yet in his hand gleamed a cold, sharp iron sword.

Every move he made was filled with murderous intent, as powerful as mountains and rivers, and he was completely unaffected. Wherever his sword wind reached, the paulownia leaves were shattered into two pieces.

"Your Majesty, Young Master Jinghua requests an audience." Changying entered the courtyard, cupped his hands, and respectfully announced to Helian Nie.

Helian Nie raised his long, narrow eyebrows slightly, and his slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes showed interest. "Let him in."

"Yes." Changying accepted the order and descended.

A moment later, a figure in a long silver-white silk robe entered the courtyard.

Helian Nie, standing beneath the parasol tree, slightly turned his sword, unleashing a terrifyingly malevolent aura towards the silver-white figure.