Ye Zijing's voice was far too shrill and piercing. Helian Si picked at his ear with his other little hand, then looked up at Ye Zijing with his rosy cheeks.
Her grape-like, watery eyes blinked, and she shrugged her small shoulders, looking utterly innocent.
"The Master said that there is an order of rank and hierarchy. The arrogant are the superiors, and you are the inferiors. You are silent, unreasonable, and making trouble. What's wrong with the arrogant hitting you?"
Is that going too far?
That's not an exaggeration at all. If the little one were here, this foul-mouthed and shameless girl would have been thrown to the snake to eat long ago. She wouldn't be able to continue jumping around here.
"My father is a second-rank minister in the imperial court, how dare you!"
Ye Zijing was enraged by Helian Si's words. Her finger trembled as she pointed at Helian Si's forehead, whether from anger or rage, it was hard to tell.
What does hierarchy matter? How dare an unloved little princess compare herself to her in terms of status?
Ye Zijing felt a surge of humiliation as her beloved brother, Jinghua, showed such tenderness towards Helian Si, completely ignoring her.
She was both angry and furious, her watery eyes were already overflowing with tears of humiliation, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall because of the pride in her heart.
Nan Rongjinghua's gaze, hidden beneath the long, silver-white silk, fell upon Ye Zijin's fingers. Her divine face, usually so serene, now furrowed slightly.
As the silver-trimmed embroidered robe was lifted, an invisible force was unleashed, and Ye Zijing's finger, which was pointing at Helian Si, was forcibly pressed down by that force.
Although Nan Rong's stunning gaze was hidden behind the long, silvery-white silk, Ye Zijing and A Xun could clearly feel it at that moment.
Under Nan Rong Jinghua's long, silken gaze, the frosty, chilling aura sent a shiver down her spine.
Helian Si was being held in Nanrong Jinghua's arms, so of course he didn't notice Nanrong Jinghua's gaze, but the little boy was still angry.
"Sisi's father is still the Emperor, and Sisi hasn't even said anything yet, why are you being so fierce? Are you an idiot?"
With her hands on her hips, her rosy cheeks puffed out in a huff, Sisi yelled back at Ye Zijin in a soft, sweet voice, her cute face full of anger.
What are you doing? Do you think a five-year-old doesn't have a temper?!
She can be so fierce that even she's afraid of herself!
"You you you you..."
Ye Zijing was even angrier, but she couldn't refute him at all, because what Helian Si said was true.
"Hmph!"
The little guy gave a smug hum, one of his short arms still on his hips, while the other short arm took the tea from the teacher.
Like a little tomboy, she tilted her chin up and drank the fragrant tea in the cup in one gulp.
Well, arguing takes a lot of breath, but we can't lose in terms of momentum, right?
Trying to compete with her based on her father's wealth?
Hmph, do you think the baby is dead?
Are you about to start a fight? Come on, come here!
"What do you mean, 'you'? Let me tell you, you'd better show me some respect. My second brother by Daming Lake is fierce and ruthless. He can eat pretty goldfish and pretty little babies!"
After saying that, Mou Sisi felt something was wrong. She stared at Ye Zijin, her grape-like, watery eyes blinking rapidly, and her delicate little face showing a pair of furrowed brows.
"Although, although you're not pretty, but...but my second brother, he probably isn't picky about food..."
When she finished speaking, Sisi spoke in a low voice because she was a little guilty. She didn't really know whether her second brother by Daming Lake was picky about food.
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