It was already late at night when the Tyrant went to see the two little girls.

The man walked in the night, and a solemn cold air filled his body.

Ye Qiqi woke up from her sleep in a daze, and when she opened her eyes, she looked at the man standing by the bed.

She subconsciously rubbed her eyes and stretched out her hand to the man: "Well, father, father, father~ hug~"

Ye Jiyao looked at the little girl who was about to hug her before her eyes were completely opened, and a trace of unknown emotions flashed through his face.

The next second, he slowly stretched out his hand and hugged the little girl in his arms.

The little girl rubbed her nose lightly, and said softly, "Father, why are you here?"

"Of course I'm thinking about Qiqi." After the Great Tyrant said this, he set his eyes on his third daughter who was sleeping soundly on the little girl's bed.

Seeing this, a rare sense of surprise appeared on his face.

He was indeed quite surprised. He hadn't seen each other for a few days, and the relationship between these two little girls was so good.

"It was Qiqi who asked the emperor's sister to sleep with Qiqi..." the little girl explained.

The tyrant looked at the sleeping third daughter and reached out to rub the little girl's head: "Well, it's getting late, Qiqi will go to bed too."

“Okay~”

The little girl lay down obediently and let the great tyrant tuck her quilt.

Just as the man was about to get up and leave, his sleeve was suddenly pulled by the little girl.

He turned around, his face a little confused: "What's wrong with Qiqi?"

The little girl looked at the man's deep long eyes, her little face was a little red, and she hesitated: "Dear...good night."

The Tyrant looked at the little girl in front of him and was stunned for a moment.

Then he followed the little girl's eyes and he couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"Well, good night, Qiqi."

The tyrant touched the little girl's face, then leaned over and leaned against her third daughter who was sleeping soundly at this moment and whispered: "Good night Shangshang."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yunshang, who was pretending to be asleep, subconsciously grabbed the quilt in his hand.

Until the candle on the candlestick is blown out, the footsteps are getting farther and farther away.

After about a long time, the steady breathing of a little girl sounded in her ears, and Ye Yunshang slowly opened her eyes.

She turned her head slightly and looked at the little girl who was sleeping in her arms, raised her lips, and said a few words in a very light voice: "Well, good night."

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The next morning

Rongpin was sentenced to Qishan Temple for his intention to murder the emperor, so he was sentenced to death by His Majesty and was imprisoned for life and never returned to Beijing.

When I heard this news, the little girl might be because the original owner's feelings remained in her body.

She felt that her mood was a little heavy.

I originally wanted to go and see my nominal mother for the last time, but I could only see the carriage that was gradually moving away.

Eunuch Zhao looked at the little girl beside her and slowly spoke: "Seventh Princess, it's snowing, it's time to go back."

The little girl looked up at the snowflakes in the sky and finally nodded.

Because there are no classes in the school today, the little girl is not in a hurry.

It wasn't long before she sat in the carriage that she was already sleepy.

But as soon as the carriage was driving halfway, it was already driving well, it suddenly stopped the car.

If Awan, who was beside him, had not pressed the little girl who was dozing off in time, the little girl would have had an intimate contact with the floor.

As soon as Awan lifted the sedan chair, she saw the coachman turn his head and look at her in horror.
Chapter completed!