Yuan Qing and Xiao Changqi had known each other for five or six years. He knew that Xiao Changqi was not a person with overflowing pity, and could even be said to be heartless. He had always been indifferent to emotions, desires, life and death.
Sometimes Yuan Qing really wondered if this person's heart was made of stone, how could it be so cold and hard.
Back then, countless women fawned over the Prince, but he ignored them all. Now, however, he cherishes a little bird.
To outsiders, it might seem that Gan Wang was distracted by birds and had his mind clouded by a small bird, but Yuan Qing, who had known Xiao Changqi for so many years, did not think so.
This whole thing has been strange from the very beginning.
No one in the capital dared to gossip about Prince Gan, let alone write any stories about him.
However, the rumor that Xiao Changqi favored only one bird quickly spread throughout the capital. There must have been several people pushing this behind the scenes, but the most important factor was Xiao Changqi's indifference.
"The prince could kill with a knife when he was ten years old. An ordinary person's hand would tremble when they kill for the first time, but the prince didn't." Yuan Qing's tone was slow and soft, tinged with a hint of coldness. "The prince lacks all the emotions that humans possess. He's like a..."
"Chirp chirp?" A machine?
"A god who is detached from worldly affairs, yet a god who is cold-hearted and without desires."
Yuan Qing's words suddenly reminded her of what Sparrow had said earlier.
god?
Emperor of Floating Life?
Before they knew it, the man and the bird had entered the courtyard of "New Year's Day". When the maid saw Yuan Qing, she immediately bowed respectfully.
"You may all leave." Yuan Qing possessed a gentle demeanor and a mild voice, but upon closer listening, one could detect a hint of aloofness and coldness.
"yes."
After the maids left the room one by one, Yuan Qing, carrying the little bird, approached the girl lying on the bed.
"Yuanyuan, your brother has come to see you," Yuan Qing said softly to the girl, sitting on a small stool beside the bed.
Yuandan was also staring at the girl on the bed. She tried her best to jump from Yuanqing's hands onto the bed, and squatted down next to the girl's cheek. She tentatively stretched out her wings and touched the girl's face.
In that instant, she did not sense another sound.
This indicates that it is merely an empty shell without a soul.
"New Year's Day" is "dead".
But she didn't "die".
Because the body temperature and breathing of this body are normal, but it just can't wake up.
Why is this happening?
Yuan Dan was lost in thought. She didn't notice that the dull bead hanging around her neck suddenly lit up for a moment, then disappeared without a trace, and even Yuan Qing didn't see it.
"Little Yuanyuan, we should go back now that we've had enough fun." Yuan Qing sat for a while, and seeing that the little bird was still squatting there without moving, he couldn't help but reach out and poke the little bird to remind it.
The next second, the little bird collapsed onto the bed like a puppet without its strings.
Yuan Qing: "!!"
Yuan Qing jumped to his feet and carefully picked up the little bird: "Little Yuan Yuan?"
The little bird had its eyes closed, as if it were asleep.
No matter how Yuan Qing poked it, it wouldn't wake up: "Little Yuan Yuan? Little Ancestor?"
It's over.
The prince will definitely chop him up.
Not daring to linger any longer, Yuan Qing quickly ran outside with the little bird in his arms, thus failing to notice that the girl on the bed suddenly moved her eyelashes.
After Xiao Changqi finished talking with Yuan Xiang, he waited for a long time but the little bird did not return. He became uncontrollably irritable and even crushed two teacups in his hand.
Finally, Yuan Qing rushed in, carrying a small pink ball that looked like it was asleep, completely disregarding any semblance of the demeanor of a young master from a noble family.
Before anyone could get close, Xiao Changqi stepped forward and asked in a low, magnetic voice, "Is Yuanyuan asleep?"
Yuan Qing was on the verge of tears: "It seems so."
Xiao Changqi frowned: "..."
Yuan Qing: "Your Highness, Yuan Yuan can't be woken up."
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