After hearing this, the villainous tyrant reached out and flicked the little girl's smooth forehead without any hesitation.
"Awoo~!"
Oh, it hurt so much! Her chubby little hands covered her forehead, which had been flicked, and her rosy cheeks scrunched up into a wrinkled little bitter gourd.
Her little mouth pouted slightly, her grape-like eyes were misty, and she looked at Helian Nie with a mournful and accusatory tone, her voice soft and sweet, yet full of grievance.
"Father, what are you doing, Your Majesty?"
It almost killed her, my little darling! You're so mean! What will happen if she loses her stunning beauty?
Helian Nie's handsome face twitched at the corner of his mouth. He had only flicked this ugly thing, so how did it become a beating in this ugly thing's mouth?
"I'm not hitting you."
The villainous tyrant began to explain in a low voice, each word spoken carrying a strangely sinister and chilling tone.
"But it hurts so much."
Helian Mou Si Si looked aggrieved, her little mouth pouting, her grape-like eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Helian Nie.
"I only flicked it lightly."
The way that villainous tyrant said it had a hint of gritted teeth.
He, the dignified Emperor of Northern Yin, has always been a man of his word since his ascension to the throne. When has he ever explained himself to anyone, let alone reasoned with them?
But now he had to argue about such a boring topic with an ugly thing. Helian Nieguang thought to himself that he must have eaten too much.
"But Sisi is in so much pain, waaaah! Father is bullying a five-year-old, waaaah! He's even being mean to Sisi, waaaah!"
Seeing that her little one was about to turn sullen, Helian Si suddenly felt wronged.
Her little mouth twitched, her little eyes reddened, and she was about to burst into tears. "You little brat, you're really bullying a five-year-old like this! Waaah!"
Helian Nie: "…………"
Staring at the ugly thing in front of me, with its pitiful, tearful look, I felt like I was about to cry.
On the handsome face of the villainous tyrant, the veins on his forehead throbbed repeatedly, but it was nothing serious, just that his hands were itching.
"Burp,"
Helian Mousi wanted to cry, but was afraid her little one would suddenly become unruly and spank her. The tiny child sat alone on the soft cushion of the seat.
With her two chubby little legs crossed, she sniffed her little nose with a pitiful expression, and forced back her tears.
He looked like a pitiful, wronged little rascal, utterly pathetic.
Helian Nie: "…………" There's no need for that.
The father and daughter stared at each other in this strange atmosphere, the carriage becoming eerily quiet.
Changying sat outside the carriage, his face tense, his eyes filled with complex emotions. The Emperor truly understood how to treat the little princess; otherwise, he wouldn't be so tolerant.
The carriage wheels turned, and inside were two people, one big and one small. One had a dark face and thin lips pursed, while the other pouted with tears in her eyes, stubbornly refusing to speak.
On Helian Mousi's rosy cheeks, a pair of grape-like, watery eyes gleamed.
Her curled eyelashes fluttered every now and then, her chubby little hands clutched the hem of her bright red dress, and her little mouth was tightly closed.
Staring at Helian Nie's gloomy and dark face, she silently expressed her grievances through her small expressions and eyes:
Si Si didn't speak. Si Si just looked at her father with such a pitiful expression. Father, don't you feel sorry for Si Si?
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