The little girl wiggled her bottom, and a cute little tuft of hair stood up on her fluffy head, swaying back and forth with her movements, looking quite smug.
"Sister Yue'er, tomorrow Sisi is going to wear the red dress that Father Emperor gave Sisi, and she also needs to wear the pretty hairpin that Teacher gave her today, the kind with sparkly gemstones~"
"Very well, this servant will prepare it for the little princess."
Yue'er readily complied with Helian Si's requests, agreeing with a smile.
The bright moon hung in the sky, and it was getting late. The little girl had finished embroidering her beloved little cloth bag, so she washed up and climbed into bed to sleep.
Maybe it's because I'm going to the Imperial College tomorrow to flirt with handsome men... Oh no, what flirting with handsome men? Sisi is going to study hard!
The tiny little girl, Helian Mousi, lay on the bed in a starfish shape, her grape-like, watery eyes staring at the bright yellow bed curtains.
Her little head was spinning rapidly, and like a slideshow, it seemed like a row of handsome men of all kinds were waving and posing at her, this little cutie.
As it thought about it, it couldn't help but want to drool from its little mouth.
Slurp!
Helian Si tilted his little face up, slurped his saliva, wiped away the non-existent saliva with his chubby little hands, and laughed happily and silly.
Sisi is right, we need to start recruiting handsome men from childhood!
Starting tomorrow, Sisi will have to work hard to build her future harem!
Hehe~
The little girl giggled, grabbed the light pink blanket, wrapped it around her small body, and the tiny figure emerged from the edge of the bed...
It rolled to the innermost part of the bed, rubbed its fluffy little head against the cool, silky quilt, and closed its eyes.
Goodnight, Sisi is going to find the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with dreams) and listen to him tell her stories~
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The Prime Minister's Residence.
"You'er, when you go to the Imperial Academy tomorrow, you must listen to the teacher. You can't eat pastries in the hall, understand? And also..."
Grandmother Wen was worried, so she personally prepared things for Helian You to use when he went to the Imperial Academy the next day, while giving him instructions incessantly.
Helian You had already washed and changed into the white undershirt he wore to bed, and was now sitting quietly cross-legged on the bed.
She had short, jet-black hair, a fair and delicate face that looked like it could be squeezed for water, and bright, dark eyes.
Watching her grandmother tidy up her things, Wen's curled eyelashes fluttered occasionally, and she nodded sometimes to show that she was listening, behaving obediently.
Grandmother Wen looked at him with great affection, and reached out to pat Helian You's head. Her well-maintained face was full of loving smiles.
Wenren Yu sat cross-legged on a pear wood chair in the room, watching this scene of filial piety between grandfather and grandson, and felt a pang of jealousy.
Looking back, I was just a five-year-old child. The night before I went to the Imperial College, I quietly packed my little cloth bag on my own.
The next day, she hitched a ride with her father in his carriage. Upon arriving at the Imperial Academy, she wanted to bid her father a reluctant farewell, but before she could even formulate her expression...
His father frowned, pinched him with one hand, gave him a cold look, and said disdainfully,
"What kind of behavior is this, a grown man dawdling like this?"
To this day, these words remain deeply etched in the Prime Minister's memory and are imprinted on the young mind of Wenren Yu, who was only five years old at the time.
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