"Little Rabbit...! Little You'er!"
Wenren Yu practically spat out these words through gritted teeth. This brat, if he's not disciplined, he'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles.
However, Helian You was only thinking about his little sister, and he didn't even turn his head to listen to his uncle's words, walking straight towards Helian Nie.
Having watched the whole thing, Helian Nie couldn't help but let a slight twitch appear on his handsome, red lips.
I never would have guessed that my usually quiet and well-behaved third son could be so mischievous.
Ignoring whether anyone was watching him, Helian You walked steadily to Helian Nie's side.
She stood still, tilting her fair, round face up, her dark, bright eyes looking calmly into Helian Nie's peach blossom eyes.
Helian Nie was slightly taken aback, then raised an eyebrow on his handsome face, his long, narrow peach blossom eyes falling on the little boy in front of him.
A hint of interest flickered in his eyes. Hmm? This third brat's face is quite interesting.
"Father."
The child's voice was soft and innocent, just like her chubby face. Helian Nie's thin, crimson lips curved slightly, and her fingers, with their distinct knuckles...
He pinched Helian You's fair and tender face, which was as soft as expected. His sinister voice was tinged with a nonchalant and lazy tone.
"Um?"
Helian You frowned slightly, clearly a little unhappy that his face had been pinched.
But she held back, clenching her small hands into fists at her sides and pursing her lips.
His dark, bright eyes once again looked at Helian Nie with neither servility nor arrogance, as if he wanted to reason with him.
But for some reason, he hesitated a little and moved his mouth several times but still didn't speak.
Wenren Yu sat on a pear wood chair to the side, his handsome face, like a painting, with his upturned phoenix eyes wide open.
From the moment Helian You called him "Father," his mouth gaped open in shock, and it still hadn't closed yet.
Not to mention the ink-wash fan she was waving in her hand, which had long since fallen to her lap with a 'thud'.
Sitting on a pearwood chair, Helian Mousisi, his fluffy little head drooping listlessly, blinked his grape-like, watery eyes.
Her rosy little face was full of curiosity, glancing between her own baby and her third brother.
The little one was full of wonder.
Wow, the usually quiet Third Prince actually started talking to his own little one! How amazing!
You know, at the Imperial Academy, my third brother doesn't talk to any of his classmates except for me, his little darling...
Sisi paused for a moment, realizing that she herself seemed to agree...
It seems like none of my classmates like Sisi...
Thinking of this, Sisi wilted again. Ah, Sisi really is just a little yellow cabbage in the field…
He pinched the sweaty kid's face, then the villainous tyrant rested one hand on his perfectly sculpted jawline, completely at ease.
Looking at the three brats in front of him, who seemed to be trying to reason with him, he felt a little more amused than anything else, except for their ugliness.
Helian You's dark, bright eyes looked at the little princess's drooping head, and the six-year-old suddenly felt fearless.
What she had secretly written down—her uncle's advice to never offend the Emperor—was no longer effective.
He tilted his fair, round face up, his dark, bright eyes looking at Helian Nie with neither servility nor arrogance, his childish voice resolute and righteous.
"Father, my little sister is still young. Father cannot bully her!"
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