"Listen? What are you listening to, Master? We need to call for help to put out the fire!"
This is all the hard work my own child has put into building this empire! Waaaaah, it would break my heart if it got burned!
Wait, wait, wait...!
Sisi's pink, pointed ears twitched, and a series of "penpenpen" sounds reached her ears, faintly mingling with shouts and sounds of fighting.
"Gulp."
Helian Mou Sisi silently swallowed, her small body stiffening as she turned to the side, staring blankly at Nanrong Jinghua as she spoke.
"Master, Master, there, there isn't a fight going on there, is there...?"
No, no, no, listen to that roar that drowns out the sounds of hacking and slashing, the flames and smoke—this is more than just a simple fight, it's far more exciting than a fight!!
Nan Rong Jinghua withdrew his gaze from the flickering firelight in the distance, lowered his head, and used his long, jade-like hand to adjust the little girl's cloak.
"Yes, the Wen family is forcing a coup tonight. Don't be afraid, everything will be alright."
Youlan's voice was as soft and gentle as ever, so calm and undisturbed that in the chilly evening breeze, the young man and the bright moon seemed even more detached from worldly affairs.
It was as if this coup, which was shocking to the world, was insignificant to Nan Rong Jinghua.
"Huh? A coup d'état?!"
Helian Si was completely distraught. What? What did she hear? The Wen family was forcing the emperor to abdicate?
No, wait, no, that's not right. The nine or eight clans were wiped out to ashes, nothing matters anymore.
A coup! Where's the baby?!
"Master, Master! Father, Father, where is Sisi's father?!"
Sisi spoke haltingly, her chubby little hands trembling. Forcing the emperor to abdicate meant killing her own child. What about her child?
No, no, she doesn't want her baby to die, waaaaah! No, no, no, her baby can't die, waaaah!
Although in my heart, Zaizai is a big pig's trotter, Zaizai is still just a big pig's trotter of a little kid.
Ah, Sisi actually loves her father, no, no!
The thought of his little one possibly dying caused Helian Si, a five-year-old boy, to go completely blank.
Why, why? Sisi clearly didn't write about a coup, why, why did the plot change?
"Don't be afraid, it's alright. Your father is fine. I assure you, don't be afraid."
Nan Rong Jinghua hadn't expected his little girl to react so strongly. Seeing her red, swollen eyes and how worried she looked, almost to the point of tears...
Nan Rong Jinghua felt a slight tightness in his chest for a moment. He knew that Helian Nie's divine essence was closely related to A Sheng's aura, and guessed that it was the reincarnation of A Sheng's relative.
Unexpectedly, Ah Sheng cared so much about Helian Nie.
"But...but...but Sisi is scared, waaaaah!"
The little girl could no longer hold back; large tears streamed down her face, one by one, as she gripped Nan Rong Jinghua's clothes tightly with her small hand.
"Don't cry. I promise you, the Emperor will be safe and sound. Don't cry, be good."
Nan Rong Jinghua sighed softly, pulled the little girl closer, and gently stroked her sobbing back. His deep, resonant voice comforted her tenderly.
Ultimately, the surge of jealousy in my heart couldn't outweigh the heartache I felt seeing the little girl in tears.
"Don't cry, sweetie."
Her magnetic, melodious voice, soft and gentle, combined with her warm embrace, possessed a magical power to soothe the soul.
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