Upon realizing this, Helian Mou Sisi, the little boy, shuddered and felt completely unwell.
"Father, Father Emperor, please help me check, is my life still intact?"
Mou Sisi's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, and her little hands gripped Helian Nie's clothes so tightly.
Waaaaaah, I'm only a five-year-old kid! I still have three thousand handsome men in my harem that I haven't had a chance to ravage yet. I don't want to die young!
That guy is a real coward.
Having been an NPC for millions of years, she doesn't want to go back to being an NPC so soon, okay? She hasn't even had a chance to ruin one, two, or three handsome men yet, sob sob!
The atmosphere was quite tense, but after Helian's casual remark, the oppressive atmosphere in the hall inexplicably lessened a bit.
Helian Nie was about to blurt out that he would drag them all to the back mountain to be fed to the snakes, but the little girl's words interrupted him.
He withdrew his gaze, his long, narrow, almond-shaped eyes landing on the little girl's clearly frightened face.
Helian Nie subconsciously suppressed the savage and violent glint in his eyes, and gently pinched the little girl's cheek with his fingertips.
"Don't worry, I'm here, I won't let you die."
The voice, which was full of hostility, softened a bit at this moment, but because it had never comforted anyone before, the tone was somewhat uneasy, yet strangely reassuring.
"Waaah, Father, hug me, hug me!"
Helian Mou Sisi was originally just purely afraid, but now that his son had comforted him like this, all his fear and lingering shock came out at once.
Her rosy little face wrinkled, her little nose wrinkled, her little eyes reddened, and big, bright tears welled up and fell down her cheeks.
With her chubby little hands, she clutched Helian Nie's clothes, her little body trembling as she cried pitifully.
What are you doing? She's just a five-year-old who only knows how to act cute and charming. Why would you poison such a little cutie? Waaaaah!
Sisi, Sisi is only here to guide her own child and her brothers onto the right path.
I'm not here to watch a palace drama, sob sob sob, it's so annoying, sob sob sob.
Helian Nie, who was always decisive in handling state affairs and dealing with his ministers and officials, was at this moment...
He was somewhat flustered by the little bundle of joy, nestled in his arms like a frightened little animal, crying his eyes out.
He raised his hand, his well-defined knuckles landing on the little girl's back in his arms, his movements somewhat stiff as he gently stroked her back again and again.
The fierce aura in her peach-blossom eyes, sweeping over the crowd prostrate on the ground below, grew even stronger.
Helian Ci, who was engrossed in reading ancient books in his room, came out upon hearing the noise.
The wheelchair was parked outside the hall, quietly watching the scene unfold before it. Its face was deathly pale, its unusually red lips slightly pursed; it remained silent.
His dark eyes, like a deep pool, were as calm as still water. Only his pale fingers, neatly draped over his brocade robe, trembled uncontrollably, revealing Helian Ci's true emotions at that moment.
**
Inside Ronghua Palace.
Wen Changle lay on the chaise longue, her rosy cheeks draped over her begonia-patterned gauze skirt, her charming face adorned with meticulously applied makeup.
With her cherry-red lips slightly parted, a chilled, juicy lychee fell into her mouth. Her eyes were half-closed, alluring and seductive. The beauty reclining on the couch was truly a scene comparable to a painting.
However, the words spoken by the beauty were filled with resentment and detestability.
"Is that little bastard dead yet?"
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