The more Qi Qiuxin thought about it, the more resentment she felt, but she dared not make a fuss. If she truly annoyed her Imperial Brother and he decided not to care for her anymore, what would she do in this strange land of Dongchu Country?
Chen Prince Mansion.
Yang Mengchen stood by the window, her fair hand gently stroking the feathers of a bird, which—if Qi Qiuxin were there—she would definitely recognize as the same one she had seen that morning.
The bird allowed Yang Mengchen to stroke it tenderly, chirping cheerily from time to time.
Yang Mengchen took out a small pill and held it to the bird's beak, "You've done a great deed today, this is your reward."
After gulping down the pill, the bird affectionately nuzzled its head against the palm of Yang Mengchen and fluttered its wings, appearing to be very happy.
"Go play now."
With a few joyful chirps, the bird spread its wings high into the sky and soon became a small dot.
