"Yes, yes, Father, Third Brother did it for Sisi, even though Sisi knows that Father no longer loves Sisi, his little darling."
But, but, please, please don't punish Third Brother, considering the past relationship between Sisi and Father Emperor.
At this point, Sisi paused, thinking that she was no longer the person she used to be, relying solely on her stunning beauty.
This little cutie is clearly pampered by her own little one, and it breaks my heart. Her pink, pointed ears are all drooping down along with her little head.
She sniffled, her little voice slightly tearful and soft.
"If, if Father really wants to punish Third Brother, then punish Sisi as well."
"Sisi has just sworn to Father Heaven that Sisi will definitely share both joy and sorrow with Third Brother!"
Sisi's chubby little hands carefully tugged at a corner of Helian Nie's crimson dragon robe.
With her little head drooping and her little mouth babbling, she looked utterly dejected, like a pitiful little girl who had been bullied.
Helian You, held in Wenren Yu's arms, pursed his chubby, fair face and clenched his little fists. His little princess was pleading for him.
His dark, bright eyes stared fixedly at Helian Nie, his childish voice filled with a resolute determination to die.
“There’s no need for my little princess to share the joys and sorrows. If Father has any complaints, he should come at me.”
The two siblings, singing in unison, perfectly resembled two pitiful children who had no father or mother to love them and were bullied by a landlord and a tyrant.
Wenren Yu's handsome face, as if painted with ink, twitched at the corner of his mouth. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't help wanting to laugh.
But after stealing a glance at the Emperor's face, which was as dark as the bottom of a pot, she could only suppress her rage.
Helian, the landlord tyrant, the legitimate father, the wicked one, had a handsome face that was dark and gloomy, and his whole body exuded a gloomy and cold aura. It was clear at a glance that the villainous tyrant was in a very unpleasant mood.
"Crunch."
Just as the atmosphere grew tense, Helian Ci's door was opened from the inside, and Helian Ci, who had been dressed again, was pushed out in a wheelchair by palace servants.
"Ah, the time has come?"
Liu Ruyan, who had been sitting and eating osmanthus cake while watching the play, finally came to her senses and slapped her forehead in annoyance.
He was secretly annoyed at himself for being so careless. Luckily, he had just told the palace servants the time, otherwise he would have messed things up.
After Liu Ruyan administered acupuncture and gave him a medicinal bath, Helian Ci's complexion, though still pale, had become less sickly and he seemed to have regained some vitality.
His brows were slightly furrowed, his dark eyes watching the scene before him, his expression one of confusion.
He only came to treat his leg, so why did so many people come, even his father? What's going on? What's wrong with the little coward? Why does he look so unhappy?
"You'er!"
Consort Lian stood up from the pearwood chair with delight, glancing timidly at Helian Nie.
Seeing that the Emperor didn't even intend to glance at her, she felt a mixture of relief and bitterness, suppressing the strange emotions within her.
Consort Lian was the first to step forward with two or three palace maids. When she reached Helian Ci, her face and eyes were already red-rimmed.
She carefully observed Helian Ci and saw that his complexion had improved somewhat, and tears began to fall steadily from his eyes.
"Ci'er, you..."
Consort Lian choked up halfway through her sentence, unable to control herself any longer. She stepped forward and hugged Helian Ci, her body trembling and tears streaming down her face.
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