After a refreshing bath, Yuan Dan stood by the window, letting the evening breeze make her feathers flutter.
On New Year's Day, she suddenly felt a surge of heroic spirit and wanted to recite the line "My strength can uproot mountains and my spirit can cover the world." However, before she could gather her strength, her tail was poked.
"Go to sleep." Xiao Changqi picked up the ruffled little bird, casually combed its feathers, and then tossed it onto the bed.
On New Year's Day, I rolled around on the bed a few times before finally stopping when I bumped into the wall.
"Chirp~" The plump, thick-feathered little bird didn't seem to be hurt at all. Instead, it lazily lay on the blanket, seemingly planning to sleep in that position tonight.
After undressing, Xiao Changqi looked up and saw the little bird lying on the quilt with its bottom up and its little wings spread out.
Xiao Changqi: "..."
The blanket was shaken, and the little bird immediately rolled into the bed like a round ball. Once the blanket was pulled over, the little bird was completely covered, and not a single feather could be seen.
After warming the little bird up, Xiao Changqi took Yuandan out of the quilt and placed it on the pillow.
Just as he was about to retire for the night, the head steward suddenly knocked on the door and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, are you ready to rest?"
Yuandan didn't sleep soundly and was about to wake up at the sound. Xiao Changqi quickly stuffed the little bird back into the quilt, then got up, put on his coat, and opened the door.
"What is it?" the man asked, his face cold and seemingly displeased.
The head steward became even more cautious and respectfully said, "Young Master Yuan is waiting for you in the front hall."
Yuan Qing?
What's this guy doing here so late at night?
Nodding to indicate that he understood, Xiao Changqi turned around, went back to get dressed, lifted the quilt to take out the little bird, and then walked out of the room.
Yuan Qing brought wine with him.
Upon seeing Xiao Changqi, he raised the wine jar in his hand and said, "Your Highness, you don't have any beauties in your residence, so why are you resting so early?"
Xiao Changqi ignored him and sat down opposite him expressionlessly.
Yuan Qing took out two large bowls, filled them with wine, picked up one of them, and said boldly, "Your Highness, Yuan Qing toasts you!"
Xiao Changqi glanced at the bowl in front of him, which was several times larger than a wine glass, but did not react.
"Your Highness, where is Yuanyuan?" Yuan Qing looked around but couldn't see the little pink ball that the prince had been inseparable from her these past few days.
Xiao Changqi said coldly, "Let's rest."
I heard from the servants in the manor that the little bird spent the whole morning searching for medicinal herbs in the mountains and forests. After returning, it followed the servants to make the herbs into pills.
When has this already lazy bird ever worked for such a long time?
It's natural to be extremely tired.
"This little bird, Yuanyuan, is so smart that I almost doubt if it's human," Yuan Qing suddenly exclaimed.
If New Year's Day were here, I definitely wouldn't be able to resist rolling my eyes.
Didn't this person already suspect that she wasn't an ordinary little bird?
Seeing that the prince and young master Yuanqing seemed to have something to discuss, and noticing that Yuanqing had brought wine, the head steward instructed the kitchen to prepare some snacks to accompany the wine.
"You're overthinking it," Xiao Changqi said calmly, taking a leisurely sip of the wine on the table.
"Or perhaps, Yuanyuan is actually a little fairy?" Yuan Qing's words seemed to be mostly teasing, but his tone was slightly serious. "Otherwise, how could she have captivated the Prince of Gan to the point that he was willing to give up his reputation for her?"
Xiao Changqi glanced at him calmly and without any emotion: "My reputation is none of Yuanyuan's business."
Yuan Qing shook his head and chuckled softly, then downed the wine in his bowl before saying, "Yuanyuan? Yuanyuan? Your Highness, you said Yuanyuan could save my sister once, so why can't she save her a second time?"
Yuan Qing slammed the wine bowl down, his voice filled with heavy sorrow.
Others may not believe it.
But he believed.
The fact that he fell into a coma and then woke up on New Year's Day must be related to Xiao Yuanyuan.
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