Chapter 162: The Young General and the Handsome Monarch (15)

Holding little Bao's hand, Wei Xiaorui stood awkwardly to the side.

Watching Si's appearance, she couldn't help but speak out, "Elder sister, this is the capital after all. Why are you dressed like this..."

She furrowed her brow, her eyes filled with undisguised disdain.

"You don't have the demeanor of a noble lady of an aristocratic family at all. It's still thanks to aunt's upbringing. As a younger sister, I have known etiquette since childhood and would never defy our father or commit such actions as elder sister did last night."

Wei Xiaorui spoke with immense complacency. The more she talked, the more she felt that she should be the legitimate daughter of the Wei residence, and that Aunt Yue should be the mistress of the house.

Si frowned and looked over, finding this person simply exasperating.

She chattered endlessly without stopping. Si hadn't even provoked her; why did she always have to pick on her?

Yesterday she found fault with how she ate, and today she was criticizing how she dressed. How utterly annoying.

Si pursed her lips, glanced coldly at Wei Xiaorui, and said to Madam Wei, "Mother, brother promised to take me to the market today. We'll be leaving first."

Madam Wei nodded, and Si happily tugged at Wei Jingyu's sleeve and ran out.

Receiving no response whatsoever, Wei Xiaorui sat down with a pale face, finally let out a cold snort, grabbed little Bao, and left without saying another word.

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As soon as they stepped outside, Si pestered Wei Jingyu to buy her two sugar figurines.

She wanted even more because Tantan was also a terrible foodie; whatever Si ate, he wanted a share of too.

However, Wei Jingyu wouldn't allow it.

Recalling the malt candies she had so painstakingly hidden away back in the Northwest, only for Wei Jingyu to confiscate them in the end, Si cast an even more aggrieved look in his direction.

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"Brother, let's bring Mother out for lunch at noon."

Wei Jingyu gently patted Si's head and smiled. "What? Don't you like eating at home?"

Si shook her head honestly, her gaze dimming slightly as she replied, "I don't like it."

Nibbling on her sugar figurine, she held up one hand and began counting on her fingers, muttering vaguely, "I don't like Father, I don't like Aunt Yue, and I don't like Wei Xiaorui... Si doesn't like any of them."

Too excited, Si bit down hard and snapped her sugar figurine in half, the cloyingly sweet flavor immediately filling her mouth.

Seizing the exact moment, Tan snatched the sugar figurine from Si's other hand and swallowed it whole.

Si instantly widened her eyes and stared at Tan with a look full of accusation.

"Brother, I finished it," the young girl said, sticking out her tip of tongue to lick her lips as she whispered softly, "I still want some."

Wei Jingyu bent his finger and gave Si's forehead a gentle flick.

"No more. Be careful of your teeth falling out from the sweetness."

After all, Si had grown up by Wei Jingyu's side, so they were naturally very affectionate with each other.

The two handsome and striking youths naturally attracted a great deal of attention.

Especially the tall and sturdy Wei Jingyu walking beside Si.

However, there was also someone whose gaze remained unblinkingly fixed upon Si.

Filled with gloom and...

Desperate yearning for what could not be attained.

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"Your Highness, your tea—your tea has spilled..."

Little Fu said tremblingly from the side.

Yan Ancheng sat by the window, his gloomy eyes staring fixedly at the scene below.

The teacup in his hand was long empty, its contents entirely spilled over his black brocade robes.

The young man lowered his eyes, shadows continuously flickering across his face.

He pursed his tender red lips and suddenly broke into a smile.

"Little General... you've probably forgotten all about me by now... but I certainly don't want that..."

As he spoke, the sinister look in his eyes deepened.

The teacup gradually shattered into pieces in his grip, piercing into his palm and oozing blood, yet he didn't care in the least.

"Little General... you must not forget me..."

"Otherwise..."

He smiled.

Radiating an even greater sense of inevitable possession.

Yan Ancheng: Unknown number of days passing without meeting Si yet. I miss her, I miss her, I want to... sleep with her.