Helian Ci's dark eyes narrowed dangerously. He put the little girl down from his arms, gently patted her head, and said softly,
"Sisi, you go out first. Your brother and Nanrong Jinghua have some things to discuss."
Nan Rongjinghua's gaze, hidden beneath the long silk robe, fell upon Helian Ci in his wheelchair. When it landed on Helian Ci's legs, she pondered deeply: "The Second Prince's legs... are they healing?"
Sisi swallowed hard. "Second brother, Sisi thinks..."
"Moon, it's time for the little princess to eat."
Helian Ci didn't let Mou Sisi finish speaking. His dark eyes looked at Yue'er standing to the side. His hoarse voice was calm, but it inexplicably made Yue'er shiver.
"Little princess, let's go have our meal."
The moon bent down, looking at the little girl with a pleading look in her eyes, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
There was no other reason than the fierce aura emanating from the Second Prince, which reminded her of the Emperor.
Mou Sisi was carried out by Yue'er. Standing in front of the carved house, Mou Sisi's delicate little eyebrows were furrowed into a caterpillar shape.
"Deng!"
Suddenly, a noise came from inside the room, which startled Sisi, who took two steps back.
The chubby little hands covered Xiaoyue's chest, trembling violently. She took two more steps forward, her small feet pawing at the carved door, wanting to knock.
"Sisi, be good, listen to me."
Helian Ci's slightly hoarse voice rang out from inside the room, causing Sisi's raised hand to freeze in mid-air.
"Little princess, let's go."
Perhaps out of instinct for danger, Yue'er stepped forward and picked up the little girl.
She didn't know what grudge the Second Prince and Young Master Jinghua had. All she knew was that she had promised Consort Yun that she would protect the little princess.
"But, but, Sister Yue'er..."
The little girl's voice gradually faded until it could no longer be heard. Helian Ci then withdrew his gaze from the doorway.
His dark eyes fell on Nan Rong Jinghua, who was a few steps away, dressed in a silver-white robe. His long, slender, porcelain-white fingers, draped over his lap, lightly touched...
"Nan Rong Jinghua, whatever your purpose, stay away from that coward. She's not someone you can covet."
The boy in the wheelchair's hostility was too obvious; Nan Rong's stunningly handsome face furrowed slightly.
He reached behind him and pulled the dagger from the screen shelf. The dagger was deeply embedded in the wood, its cold light flashing, revealing its sharpness. He rubbed the dagger between his fingertips.
Nan Rongjinghua's eyes, hidden beneath the long silk robe, held an inscrutable expression. She stepped forward to Helian Ci and returned the dagger to the young man's hand.
"Your Highness, the resentment lingering in your heart is too heavy, which is not a good thing."
"Pshaw, so what?"
Helian Ci's sickly pale face, his unusually red lips slightly curved, let out a cold sneer, toyed with the dagger in his hand, and stood up from his wheelchair.
He wore a long, azure robe, his long, black hair cascading down to his waist, and his dark eyes were like deep pools. When he looked at you, his gaze was cold and eerie, as if he came from a dark and sinister place.
Helian Ci stood alone in front of the wheelchair, his dark eyes fixed on Nanrong Jinghua. A wide smile graced his sickly pale face, as if he were in an extremely good mood.
He was never a good person; he lived in the shadows, disliking the light of day, vindictive, and ruthless.
This is the real Helian Ci, just like the nanny who died tragically by Wen Changle's side, or perhaps, just like the downfall of the Wen family.
If there is light in his heart, that light is just his little coward. How could the light he protects be coveted by Nan Rong Jinghua, or even taken away?
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