“Your Majesty, I have been thinking about this a lot lately. My sister Consort Yun passed away early, and the little princess is all alone in Yongqing Palace without a mother to love her. It is really not appropriate.”
"I was thinking that, on my birthday, I could ask Your Majesty to let the little princess stay with me, so that she would have someone to take care of her."
With every word Wen Changle uttered, Helian Ci's gaze was filled with a desire to slowly torture Wen Changle, followed by deep self-reproach and helplessness.
He's too weak right now...
If it were true, if Wen Changle really wanted to deal with the little coward, he would be completely helpless. His fingertips, rubbing the dagger beneath his embroidered robe, stung with pain.
The warm, scarlet blood flowed out, and the pain brought Helian Ci back to his senses somewhat. He turned his gaze to Helian Yi.
Helian Yi's words could protect the little coward.
Meanwhile, Helian You, who was quietly eating peach shortbread between the two elders of the Wen family, also silently raised his fair and tender little face.
His dark, bright eyes stared intently at Wen Changle, who was standing in the hall, for a long time.
Her curled eyelashes fluttered slightly. She reached out and tugged at the corner of Wenren Yu's robe, who was sitting leisurely in front, drinking and watching the play.
Wenren Yu turned around, and thinking of the invitation card that had been gnawed by a rat, she felt a surge of anger.
Her upturned phoenix eyes now looked at Helian You with extreme hostility, and her tone was filled with resentment and displeasure.
"Spit it out."
No sooner had he finished speaking than he received glares from the two elders of the Wen family, which infuriated Wenren Yu so much that he felt like he had suffered internal injuries again. Looking at Helian You's innocent and naive face,
On his handsome face, which resembled a painted portrait, he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace than a genuine cry, and spoke through gritted teeth.
"Little You'er, is there something you need from your uncle?!"
On Helian You's fair and delicate face, his curled eyelashes fluttered slightly. He pointed at Wen Changle and spoke in a childlike, innocent voice.
"He's not a good person, little princess, don't give it to him."
Wenren Yu: "..."
The air was silent for a second.
Wenren Yu looked at Helian You strangely. This brat actually seems to have a sense of responsibility as an elder brother, meeting the little princess at the restaurant so soon.
It was one thing to send food and pastries on the first visit, but this time they insisted on going to the palace just to see the little princess.
Now he has to help him protect the little princess, and even when he speaks, it's all because of the little princess.
He had worked so hard to raise this brat, and this brat had never treated him like this before.
How can the difference between people be so great? Is it just because the little princess is a girl? Or does he deserve to be unworthy?
The Prime Minister suddenly felt a little uneasy.
"Don't worry, the Emperor is much more energetic than your precious little princess."
These words were spoken with utter resentment. After saying this, he snorted coldly and turned away, not wanting to look at this heartless brat again.
Meanwhile, Wen Changle maintained his smile, but Helian Nie, sitting in the high position, showed no sign of speaking.
Wen Changle remained unhurried. Her charming face maintained its gentle and polite smile without wavering. She spoke softly to Helian Nie, who sat in a high position, assuring him.
"Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will treat the little princess as my own child and love her dearly."
The little boy, Helian Mou Sisi, trembled upon being called out. His tiny hands, clutching Helian's crimson dragon robe, tightened their grip.
"Father, Father Emperor, that wicked Empress is lying! She clearly wanted to lock me up in a dark room and torture me! Waaah..."
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