"Jinghua, so, has Father forgiven me or not...?"
Helian Si stood there, staring blankly at Helian Nie's tall figure as he walked away, and then asked Nan Rong Jinghua, who had walked up to him, in a daze.
"I forgive you."
Nan Rong Jinghua chuckled softly, took Helian Si's hand in hers, and held it together in her palms, their fingers intertwined, warmth spreading between their hands.
Helian Si pouted, reached out and touched his head, which his father had just rubbed. His curled eyelashes fluttered slightly as he murmured something.
"Really? But why didn't Father tell me anything? Am I not worthy?"
Nan Rong Jinghua chuckled softly, took Helian Si's hand, and walked towards Yongqing Palace, Youlan's voice offering gentle comfort.
"His Majesty is simply not good with words, so Sisi need not think too much about it."
"But..." Helian Si kept turning back, still a little worried. Nan Rong Jinghua sighed helplessly.
"Alright, let's not think about it anymore, my dear. His Majesty left in a hurry, he must have something to attend to. If you're worried, Sisi, I'll come with you later, okay?"
With war imminent between Bei Yin and Xi Ling Nan Li, Father Emperor is indeed very busy. What the handsome tutor said makes sense.
Having figured this out, Helian Si nodded and obediently returned to Yongqing Palace with Nanrong Jinghua. He had decided that he would come to find his father again after dinner.
Before Helian Si could even inquire, news of the emperor's personal campaign and the eldest prince temporarily acting as prime minister spread throughout the palace, causing a huge uproar.
"Father, you want to lead the army in person... Why?"
The spoon in Helian Si's hand clattered into the bowl, splashing a little ginseng soup onto the back of his hand, but Helian Si seemed not to notice.
Nan Rongjinghua frowned slightly, picked up a silk handkerchief and gently wiped away the bit of chicken soup. No redness appeared, and her brows slowly relaxed.
"No, I have to go and ask why Father Emperor is leading the army in person."
Helian Si suddenly stood up. According to his third brother, the battle against Xiling Nanli didn't require their father to personally lead the army.
"Princess, you haven't finished your dinner yet..."
Before Yue'er could finish speaking, Helian Si's figure was already far away. In just a few more steps, he was out of the Yongqing Palace gate.
"It's alright, let her go. Prepare some food; Sisi will be hungry when she gets back."
Yue'er looked to Nanrong Jinghua for help. Nanrong Jinghua wiped his hands with a handkerchief. Although Asheng didn't remember many things, some of her personality traits remained unchanged.
The moon hesitated for a moment, gazing at the palace gate, before finally looking away and sighing.
She had watched the princess grow up. Young Master Jinghua was right. She turned around, went out of the room, and went to the small kitchen to instruct people to prepare meals for the princess.
It was dinnertime, and the emperor would usually be in the Wolong Palace, so Helian Si didn't need to ask.
He arrived at the Crouching Dragon Palace like the wind. When Changying saw Helian Si, he was stunned for a moment and before he could even pay his respects, Helian Si had already vanished from sight.
Long Eagle: "..."
"Father!"
Helian Si rushed into the hall, and when he saw the people inside, he was completely dumbfounded. He swallowed hard, thinking, "Well, it seems I've come at the wrong time."
Consort Lian stood beside Helian Nie, her face flushed with shyness, holding chopsticks in her hand, seemingly serving him food.
On Helian Nie's handsome face, his brows were slightly furrowed, and impatience was faintly visible in his peach blossom eyes. Upon hearing Helian Si's voice...
He raised an eyebrow slightly, looked up at Helian Si who was a few steps away, and seeing that Helian Si was about to take a step back, Helian Nie's thin lips parted slightly.
"come over."
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