Zhi'er nodded her little head.
"Yes, Daddy, Aunt Yinling is so nice, she always brings me food and takes me out to play."
At this point, the little one yawned, her eyes teary with sleepiness.
"Well, but I delayed practicing calligraphy, so now I have to make up for it."
Bai Xilie looked at the little one's big eyes, full of fatigue, and felt very distressed.
He pondered for a moment: "How about this, Daddy will arrange a task for Mo Yanchi tomorrow, so he can't enter the palace temporarily. You can go to sleep first, okay?"
Zhi'er was exceptionally persistent, she shook her head: "No, Daddy."
She pouted, her voice soft and pitiful: "I was the one who played around and forgot to practice calligraphy. I can't lie to my tutor because of this."
"Daddy, go to sleep first, Zhi'er must finish writing before resting!"
After saying that, Zhi'er climbed onto the chair with effort, picking up the brush again, her little body sitting up straight.
