"Knock knock knock—"
The school bell finally rang, and the little ones were all incredibly energetic, as if they'd been injected with adrenaline.
If it weren't for the heavy rain and thunder, the little ones would definitely be running wildly outside the classroom right now.
A little girl, carrying an adorable cloth bag, had one small hand held by Nanrong Jinghua and the other tightly clasped by her third brother.
"Boom—"
The deafening thunder roared, one clap after another, and the flashes of lightning that streaked across the sky were terrifying.
Helian You's fair, round face wrinkled slightly, afraid that the little girl would be frightened, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on her hand a few more times.
However, Sisi mistakenly thought that her taciturn third brother was afraid of thunder, and with her chubby little hands, she squeezed Helian You's hand.
When Helian You looked over, Sisi winked playfully at him, then squeezed his little hand and comforted him in a soft, sweet voice.
"Third brother, don't be afraid. Thunder is nothing to worry about; it won't strike people randomly."
Unless the Heavenly Dao, like a cruel dog, bullies her like it does, striking her with lightning at the slightest provocation,
But being struck by lightning isn't so bad, after all, she is a Manjusaka flower that has endured eighty-one tribulations of lightning.
Being struck by lightning? No big deal, just consider it a free massage.
That kick was really too much. When she gets back, I'll definitely kick her hundreds of times to vent my anger.
Holding grudges? She doesn't hold grudges at all!
Nan Rong's stunningly beautiful face, as clear as the moon, curved slightly with a smile, her warm hand...
He held the little girl's hand in his palm, and the eighty-one lightning tribulations were the time of his and Ah Sheng's destiny.
Helian You's fair, round face fluttered slightly, his curled eyelashes trembled, and his lips were pursed.
Finally, his dark, bright eyes fell on the tightly clasped hands of himself and his little princess, and he silently swallowed the words that were about to come out.
If I could hold the little princess's hand tightly, I'd be afraid of thunder, that's all I'd be afraid of.
"Your Highness, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, this old servant is late."
Just as the three were about to walk out of the Imperial College together under their umbrellas, they saw a person carrying an umbrella jogging towards them.
Upon looking up and seeing Helian You, the man's eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace, approaching them even faster as he spoke.
Helian Si recognized him; this was the uncle she had met yesterday at her third brother's house. Her third brother had told her that he was the steward of the manor.
Mou Sisi's eyes lit up. With the steward here, the Third Prince wouldn't have to go back alone in the carriage.
She was all alone in a carriage, looking utterly miserable. She had just been thinking of suggesting that her third brother come with her to the teacher's place.
"Oh dear, Your Highness, are you alright? Young Master Jinghua, thank you for taking care of my young prince."
"This old servant greets the young princess. Last time, this old servant was blind to your greatness and hopes that the young princess will not blame me."
As soon as the butler stood still, he launched into a long, unending rambling monologue, finishing all his words in no time.
"It's alright."
Nan Rong Jinghua simply nodded slightly and replied with a single sentence.
Sisi blinked and thought that the steward in her third brother's mansion was really a capable person. Look, he smiled so shrewdly and spoke so pleasantly.
Helian You frowned slightly, a little annoyed that the steward had arrived so early, as he couldn't hold his little princess's hand any longer.
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