Everyone was waiting to see the small ball of flesh be slapped away by the Emperor. Some timid and kind-hearted palace servants even lowered their heads, unable to bear watching any longer.

Wen Changle's charming face was slightly lowered, as if she couldn't bear to look, but in reality, a faint, excited, and ferocious light flickered in her beautiful eyes.

Do it! What are you waiting for? Isn't killing your own child the kind of thing you, Helian Nie, should do? Hurry up and do it!

Finally, that familiar, sinister voice rang out, "Little dumpling, you've got some nerve, huh?"

Helian Nie narrowed his peach blossom eyes, looking at the little dumpling that was practically clinging to him, and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

Helian Si hugged Helian Nie's neck, pressing his small body even closer to Helian Nie.

She rubbed her rosy cheeks against Helian Nie's face, "Absolutely, Sisi is Father Emperor's child."

Look at how high-quality that compliment is! It praises the little one and also herself at the same time. She's such a clever little devil!

Helian Nie's thin, crimson lips curved slightly. He tightened his grip on the little dumpling's bottom, then his gaze swept over the trembling palace maid kneeling below him.

"How dare you offend my little dumpling! You really don't know what's good for you. Why don't we gouge out this wicked servant's eyes and throw him into the snake pit? What do you say, little dumpling?"

Helian Nie continued to toy with Helian Si's small hand, speaking cruel words with such nonchalance.

The palace maid was trembling like a leaf. She was terrified, truly terrified. If only she had known the little princess would be so favored by the emperor...

She shouldn't have listened to Wen Changle in the first place, constantly making things difficult for the little princess and causing her trouble. She looked up at Helian Si pleadingly.

It was like grasping at a last straw; if only the little princess would plead for him, the emperor would surely spare his life.

"Father, you can decide for me. I'll listen to you." Helian Si pretended not to see the pleading look in the palace maid's eyes.

That palace maid was inherently malicious. In the past, relying on Wen Changle's support, she openly and secretly tormented the original owner of this body, even though the original owner was just a five-year-old child.

To put it bluntly, this kind of person and Wen Changle are birds of a feather and don't deserve any sympathy. Now that Wen Changle has kicked them out to take the blame, they have no one to blame but themselves.

The palace maid looked at Helian Si in shock, never expecting that such a five-year-old child could be so cruel.

Wen Changle coldly glanced at the two people, one tall and one short, sitting in high positions, a hint of mockery flashing across her charming face.

Look, this is Helian Nie and his child, equally cold-blooded, equally bastards. Such people are not worthy of living in this world!

One day, one day... The resentment in Wen Changle's beautiful eyes grew more and more ferocious, and the hand holding the silk handkerchief under the light veil clenched tighter and tighter.

Only when the cries of the palace maids pleading for mercy reached his ears did Wen Changle's increasingly tense nerves begin to relax slightly.

She forcefully suppressed the resentment that was about to burst forth from her beautiful eyes. Now was not the time; she could not act impulsively. Even if it was to avenge her brother Yu, she had to endure it.

When she looked up again, her charming face had regained its usual gentleness, and when her beautiful eyes looked at Helian Nie, they held the shyness and tender love of a woman looking at her beloved.

"Your Majesty, now that the wicked servant has been dealt with, if there is nothing else, I will not disturb Your Majesty and the little princess any longer. I will take my leave now."