"Oh dear, Third Brother, let's sit down. Father isn't angry with us anymore!"
Watching her little boy's figure recede into the distance, the girl smiled and, holding Helian You's hand, went to sit in the spot where Helian Nie had just been sitting.
Consort Lian withdrew her gaze from the departing tall figure, her eyelashes drooping slightly to conceal the reluctance and longing in her eyes.
Looking up again, I saw the two children, Helian Si and Helian You, sitting in the same pear wood chair that Helian Nie had just been sitting in.
Liu Mei frowned in disapproval, stepped forward, squatted down to look at Helian Si, and spoke softly.
"Sisi, this is where the Emperor sits. Shall we sit somewhere else?"
"hold head high?"
Sisi's chubby little hand was holding a piece of osmanthus cake, having just taken a bite. Her grape-like, watery eyes blinked, puzzled.
"Aunt Lian, why? Hasn't Father already passed away?"
The little one, with a big look of confusion on her tiny head, thought, "The baby's all gone."
Why do you need to sit somewhere else? Aunt Lian is so strange.
"The Emperor sits here; you cannot sit here casually. This is a matter of etiquette, understand?"
Consort Lian smiled and picked up Helian Si, gently brushing away the stray hairs from the little girl's forehead with her delicate hand, and patiently explained.
Sisi chewed on her little mouth, her delicate brows furrowing in a troubled expression. But, but, she, this little cutie, had already made her little dragon throne for her baby!
The child didn't say anything, so why can't the child sit on the chairs they used to sit on?
"Also, you mustn't make the Emperor angry anymore, understand? You have to be obedient and listen to the Emperor, that way the Emperor will like Sisi."
Consort Lian sat down on another pear wood chair with the little girl in her arms, giving her gentle instructions.
"Okay, Sisi understands."
Sisi nodded her little head obediently. She knew this. In order not to be punished by standing in the corner in the future, she had to be good.
After all, being made to stand as punishment is really embarrassing for a five-year-old. Even a little cutie has pride.
"And there's more..."
"Enough, Mother."
Before Consort Lian could say anything more, Helian Ci had already turned his wheelchair and come to the little girl's side, interrupting Consort Lian.
Helian Ci's complexion was not good; his brows were furrowed, and his dark eyes were filled with complex emotions as he looked at Consort Lian.
Being scolded by her own son, especially in front of so many palace servants, made Consort Lian feel somewhat embarrassed.
Feeling uncomfortable, she was about to retort with a few words when she inadvertently caught sight of Wenren Yu and Liu Ruyan still there.
She didn't want to leave a bad impression on outsiders. If word got back to the Emperor, what would he think of her?
Thinking it over, he swallowed the words that were about to come out, forced a smile, and nodded to Wenren Yu and Liu Ruyan.
She glanced again at Helian Si, who was being protected behind her by her beloved son, and frowned slightly before leaving with her personal attendants.
In his heart, he thought that it was one thing for the little princess to be a little naughty in the palace, but it was inappropriate for her to act like this in front of the emperor. She should be taught some manners.
Wenren Yu shook the ink-painted fan in her hand, her phoenix eyes slightly raised as she watched Consort Lian's departing figure.
A cryptic smile spread across his handsome, painterly face. He turned his gaze away and looked at Helian Ci, who was speaking gently to the little girl.
She raised her eyebrows; the second prince's temperament was nothing like his birth mother's.
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