When Nanrong Jinghua returned from the Imperial Garden with Yue'er and stepped into Yongqing Palace, Helian Si was still the same as when Yue'er left.
“Young Master Jinghua, I don’t know what’s wrong with the princess. I’m just a servant and it’s not appropriate for me to ask my mistress for advice. I would like to ask you to persuade her.”
Yue'er glanced at Helian Si sitting under the banana tree, then looked at Nanrong Jinghua and spoke in a low voice, pleading.
"I understand, you may leave."
Nan Rong Jinghua held a crimson crabapple branch that she had just picked from the Imperial Garden, which stood out conspicuously against her silver-white robe.
"Yes." Yue'er bowed slightly, glanced at Helian Si again with concern, and then turned to attend to her own business.
The autumn breeze, carrying the fragrance of flowers, can easily lift one's spirits.
Despite the beautiful scenery, Helian Si's gloomy mood didn't improve. She had argued with her father, the Emperor, and... ugh, so annoying!
What should I do? I need to apologize to my father, but if I don't apologize to my immortal brother and the others, I feel terrible. I'm so conflicted and frustrated.
Suddenly, a beautifully blooming crabapple blossom appeared before my eyes, its delicate red petals still adorned with glistening dewdrops.
The hand holding the crabapple blossom was fair, with well-defined features, and pleasing to the eye. Helian Si knew it all too well. He took the crabapple blossom.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around the person's waist, nuzzling her cheek against Nan Rong Jinghua's chest, inhaling a faint, refreshing fragrance.
For some reason, Helian Si's agitated heart calmed down a bit. He sniffed and said in a coquettish voice with a hint of grievance, "Jinghua, you're back."
"But what happened?" Nan Rong Jinghua gently stroked Helian Si's hair with her palm, her clear and gentle voice like a mountain stream.
"I had a fight with my father."
Helian Si slowly buried his face in Nanrong Jinghua's arms, his voice muffled as he asked, "What should I do? Will my father never speak to me again?"
Next, Helian Si recounted to Nanrong Jinghua everything that had just happened in the Imperial Study.
The more I talk about it, the more upset I become, ever since I stepped onto this page.
Her relationship with her father was arguably the closest, so this situation is incredibly distressing.
"Jinghua, aren't you going to comfort me?"
After talking for so long without hearing the handsome teacher offer any comfort, Helian Si raised his face and wrinkled his nose.
Nan Rong Jinghua sighed softly, placed a light kiss on Helian Si's forehead, and said,
"Sisi, the Emperor is a monarch, and a monarch would not leave behind any malignant tumors for himself."
“But…” Helian Si lowered her eyes. She understood the reasoning, but why did her immortal brother have to die? How could she watch him die?
"Empress Dongchen is very ambitious. If she were alive, she would not willingly submit to Beiyin. The hatred of a destroyed country cannot be erased by a few words from others."
If he were Nan Rong Jinghua, he would have done the same thing; it's a choice that almost every emperor would make.
Helian Si looked at Nanrong Jinghua in confusion, wondering why the handsome teacher had suddenly changed the subject. He was bewildered.
"Empress Dongchen, what does it have to do with whether my immortal brother lives or dies?"
He Nanrong was slightly taken aback, his thin, clear lips pursed, unsure of what to think. After all, these past few years...
Ah Sheng was indeed well protected and cared for by the Emperor and her brothers. Meeting Helian Si's questioning gaze, she pondered for a moment and gave her answer.
"Empress Dongchen is Si Beitaohua's elder sister."
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