"You had Emperor Shadow cut off the assassin's finger?"
Helian Nie stared at Helian Si without saying a word. After a long while, he opened his thin lips and spoke, his voice carrying a hint of scrutiny and questioning.
Facing Helian Nie, Helian Si always showed more respect and obedience than when facing his elder brothers, nodding in agreement and answering softly.
"Um."
So, is Father going to blame me? But if it weren't for the tutor, I would have almost been poisoned and unconscious today. I'm lucky to have survived.
In the end, even the Emperor would blame me for letting Di Ying cut off the assassin's finger. So, after all these years, what the Emperor values most is still profit?
Helian Si suddenly felt a little wronged. Although he had created his father's persona himself, so many years had passed...
From a chubby baby to a young woman, she truly regarded her father as her own father, so it would be a lie to say she wasn't sad.
"Um?"
Suddenly, his head was ruffled. Helian Si looked up in surprise and saw Helian Nie with a gloomy face, reprimanding him in a cold and harsh voice.
"No more bloody things like this are allowed to happen again."
Helian Nie couldn't quite describe the feelings in his heart. Over the years, this ugly thing had always been heartless and carefree.
All she knows is eating, drinking, having fun, drawing comics, and admiring handsome men. From childhood to adulthood, she's always loved to act cute, charming, and mischievous. She possesses a rare, innocent nature.
He continued to spoil it, thinking that even if he passed away one day, his children would protect this ugly thing and all those filthy people and things.
There was no need for the ugly thing to know or come into contact with, yet unexpectedly, over the years, it had ended up coming into contact with them anyway.
Ultimately, it was because he didn't protect her well enough.
Helian Si never expected that Helian Nie would say these things. It turned out his father wasn't going to blame him after all. His nose felt a little sore.
She hugged Helian Nie's shoulders again, rested her face against his broad back, and sniffed, her voice slightly nasal.
"Okay, Sisi understands."
Helian Nie patted Helian's hand reassuringly with his well-defined knuckles, "What's wrong?"
Why should Helian Nie's daughter suffer the slightest grievance from others? Looking at the kneeling Emperor Ying, her peach blossom eyes flashed with ruthless coldness.
"Take that man to the dungeon."
"Yes." Recalling the eighteen kinds of tortures in the dungeon, Di Ying broke out in a cold sweat. Compared to the emperor's cruel and ruthless methods, what the princess said was really harmless.
After feeling wronged, Helian Si suddenly remembered something and shuddered. He tugged at Helian Nie's black dragon robe again, as if to remind him.
"Father, Snow Lotus."
The poison from the handsome teacher is still waiting for me to use the snow lotus to cure it.
Helian raised an eyebrow, took off the black jade thumb ring he wore on his thumb—a symbol of imperial power—and handed it to Helian Si.
"Go."
Helian Si's eyes lit up. He released Helian Nie's shoulder, took the ring, stood up, and ran towards the door of the imperial study.
"Thank you, Father. I'll go to the Imperial Hospital to get the snow lotus now. My tutor is waiting for me to detoxify him."
In the blink of an eye, Helian Si's figure appeared outside the imperial study. Helian Nie's narrow, peach-blossom eyes coldly swept over the emperor's figure.
"Aren't you going to follow them?"
Di Ying felt a chill run down his spine. He bowed to Helian Nie, who was sitting on the golden nanmu chair, and in an instant, his figure became a blur as he rushed towards Helian Si.
The door to the imperial study was closed by Changying. Only then did Helian Nie calmly withdraw his gaze, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the desk.
The atmosphere became slightly tense. Wenren Yu assumed the emperor was deep in thought because of the matter at Xiling, when suddenly Helian Nie's somber voice rang out.
“Wenren Yu, tell me, in that ugly thing’s heart, is I more important, or is Nanrong Jinghua more important?”
Wenren Yu: "………………?"
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