Although they left, Helian Ci and Helian You, who were standing a short distance away, heard Helian Yi's words.
Their emotions were complex and difficult to express, but in the end, they looked at each other and saw the same answer in each other's eyes.
Fine, for the sake of my younger sister, let's put aside the little bit of resentment I have towards my elder brother.
"Eldest brother, let me tell you a story." Helian Si smiled, crossed his legs, and looked at Helian Yi, speaking as he began.
She felt it was so difficult for her. Including her eldest brother, she had explained it three times already. It was too hasty; all three brothers should have explained it together.
Helian Yi nodded, and then Helian Si began another round of rambling. In short, by the time he finished speaking, Helian Si's mouth was completely dry.
Helian Yi was shocked. His tall and slender figure froze, his dark eyes staring at Helian Si, his emotions churning, unable to recover for a long time.
Helian Si assumed that his eldest brother, like his two other brothers, was having trouble accepting the fact that the child was his own, so he used the same old excuse to comfort him.
"Father, I agree."
"Um?"
It was a seemingly random remark, but Helian Si quickly grasped its meaning and nodded.
"Don't worry, eldest brother. Father has agreed. From now on, eldest brother, don't resent Father. Our family will be fine together."
"Aren't we all family? They're all children formed from her divine consciousness. Why are we fighting each other so fiercely?" Helian Yi stared at Helian Si with his dark eyes for a long time before speaking.
"good."
**
The day before Yuan Shuo's arrival, Helian Si brainwashed the people of the world. This was something Dongchen had never done before, and therefore, not a single Dongchen remnant remained.
When the emperor personally led the campaign, the eldest prince temporarily took charge of state affairs, while the second and third princes, along with the prime minister, assisted him. There was never a rebellion.
At dusk, in Yongqing Palace, the snow was still falling heavily. A charcoal fire burned in the bedchamber, and Helian Si nestled on the Consort's soft couch.
Holding a roasted sweet potato in his hand, he couldn't be more content. Suddenly, Yue'er's joyful voice rang out from outside the palace, "Young Master Jinghua, you're back!"
"Um."
A soft, melodious voice rang out. Inside the palace, Helian Si was stunned. She hadn't seen him for so many days; she had thought he had returned to the God Realm.
"Creak." The door opened, and Helian Si subconsciously looked up, meeting deep silver eyes. His heart skipped a beat.
The fingers holding the roasted sweet potato tightened again and again, and finally the speaker said, "Come in, it's quite cold outside."
The charcoal burning in the palace still flickered, sending forth waves of warmth. Nanrong Jinghua sat there quietly, without uttering a word.
The deity's face was framed by long, frost-like eyelashes that drooped slightly, obscuring the thoughts in his deep silver eyes. Beneath his high, straight nose, his thin, clear lips were slightly pursed.
An unusual silence fell over the palace. Helian Si felt somewhat awkward, unsure of what had possessed him.
He shoved the roasted sweet potato he was holding into Nan Rong Jinghua's hand, only realizing his mistake afterward. He could only grit his teeth and bear it.
"Well, it's pretty good, you should try it."
The roasted sweet potato, dusty with dirt, contrasted sharply with Nan Rong Jinghua's long, fair, and well-defined fingers.
It gave one the illusion that the roasted sweet potato had tarnished those beautiful hands, and Helian Si couldn't help but think of the words he had spoken to Fulian that day, words that had tarnished Nanrong Jinghua.
Then there were the erotic pictures that Buddha Lotus blurted out, and a strange feeling welled up in my heart. I looked away and didn't dare to look or think about it anymore.
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