Helian Nie: "..."
An invincible little cutie? Singing? Telling stories? Thinking about the songs this ugly thing sang and the stories it told him, the villainous tyrant, who had initially wanted to readily agree to Helian Si's request, suddenly felt less willing.
He leaned back in the pearwood chair, his devilishly handsome face and long, narrow, almond-shaped eyes lazily falling on the pitifully crying Helian Si.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, his sinister voice tinged with a hint of mockery, and spoke casually.
"Don't want to be fostered?"
Upon hearing that there was hope, Sisi, disregarding her face which was covered in tears, sniffled and nodded vigorously.
"Uh-huh!"
Helian Nie wanted to tease this ugly thing to ease the tension caused by it wiping its tears and snot on his dragon robe and farting while sitting on his lap.
Under the little girl's expectant gaze, for a long, long time—so long that her little mouth trembled and she looked like she was about to cry again—Helian Nie finally spoke softly.
"It's not impossible, but I have one condition, and it depends on whether you agree to it."
"Yes, yes, Sisi agrees!"
As long as she could save her own life, she would agree to any condition, let alone one, or even ten.
After all, as long as I'm alive, I have a harem of three thousand handsome men; if I'm dead, I'm nothing.
Helian Nie raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased with Helian Si's pragmatism; his slender, pale fingers with distinct knuckles...
He pointed to his stained, crimson dragon robe, gesturing for Helian Si to look. Si obediently followed Helian Nie's finger.
Her little face, streaked with tears like a kitten's, had wet eyes that blinked repeatedly as they stared at the crimson dragon robe.
She couldn't make out any flowers at all. Her fluffy little head tilted, and suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in the little girl's mind.
She looked up at Helian Nie, whose face was pale, blinked her wet eyes, and spoke with sincerity on her small face.
"Father is indeed Father; even a corner of his dragon robe exudes an aura of nobility!"
Right, that's what your own kid means, isn't it?
Helian Nie's handsome face darkened further as he looked at Helian Si's obsequious face. The villainous tyrant almost gritted his teeth as he spoke.
"I'm showing you the tears and snot you've wiped onto this dragon robe!"
"Huh...?" The little kitten-like face of the certain Sisi was successfully stunned.
The palace servants inside the hall: Don't worry about us, we're about to burst out laughing, hahaha!!!
"Well, well..." The little girl thought for a while before she finally understood what her son meant.
"Wash my dragon robe clean, and I'll promise not to send you to be raised by the Imperial Concubine, how about it?"
Although he never intended to send this ugly thing to be fostered under Wen Changle's name from the very beginning, since the ugly thing is now considered Nan Rong Jinghua's person,
He knew Wen Changle's character all too well, yet this ugly thing, because of a dream,
It came all this way so early in the morning to put on such a show for me. Shouldn't I teach this ugly thing a lesson?
Who knows, this ugly thing might not only dare to fart on my legs in the future, but also dare to poop on my head... cough.
"So, all I need to do is wash Father Emperor's dragon robe?" Helian Si blinked, then blinked again, hardly believing that things could be so simple.
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