"Coo~"
A large bird flew over and landed on the same branch he was perched on.
Han Ye looked closely.
It was a Hai Dongqing.
What a beautiful Hai Dongqing!
The Hai Dongqing seemed intelligent, strutting over to his feet.
Han Ye: "..."
Why did he suddenly feel like it resembled a chicken?
That chicken... no, the Hai Dongqing stopped at his feet and rubbed its head against his trouser leg.
Han Ye was slightly taken aback.
Was this Hai Dongqing so friendly with people?
In the past, Han Ye had caught several Hai Dongqing, intending to train them as his pets, but their fierce nature made them even harder to train than the Hei Fengqi, and all attempts ended in failure.
But maybe this Hai Dongqing could be different.
Han Ye cautiously extended his hand, but stopped short of touching its head immediately.
The Hai Dongqing tilted its head, looking at him innocently, showing no signs of aggression.
Finally emboldened, Han Ye touched its head.
The Hai Dongqing allowed him to pet it.
He smiled in satisfaction.
It seemed he was destined to have this Hai Dongqing. From now on, you shall be mine.
Han Ye was thoroughly enjoying handling the bird.
But at that moment, an unexpected change occurred, the docile Hai Dongqing suddenly opened its beak and pecked viciously at his wrist!
If Han Ye hadn’t withdrawn his hand quickly enough, it would have severed his tendons!
Nevertheless, the bird succeeded in tearing off a chunk of flesh from his wrist!
Han Ye was dumbfounded!
What was going on? Had birds become cunning now too?
Han Ye never would have imagined that he, the top master of Shengdu’s generation, would one day be injured by a bird’s beak.
Who would believe such a tale?
Han Ye slapped at it.
But it was too late, Xiaojiu had already fluttered away, calling out as it flew: "Cluck-cluck-dah—— Cluck-cluck-dah——"
Even her shoes were worn out; Zhang Dequan could see the hole in the heel of her shoes.
Zhang Dequan felt a pang of sorrow. It’s easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality. The Princess’s fall from grace entailed suffering and torment unimaginable to ordinary people.
Zhang Dequan stole a glance at the monarch.
They say that the imperial family is heartless, and he wasn’t sure whether the monarch truly harbored any fatherly affection. All he saw was the monarch’s expression growing grimmer and his eyes colder.
The inner city of Shengdu had no curfew, and at night, Shengjing was bustling, with shops open all night on several streets. freewebnσvel.cøm
Shangguan Yun arrived at a relatively lively street.
"It looks like she’s heading to a carriage shop," Zhang Dequan remarked.
"Follow her," the monarch said sternly.
The coachman drove the carriage past and stopped right opposite the carriage shop.
The carriage was unremarkable, and no one could tell that the occupant inside was the ruler of a nation.
Shangguan Yun came out after a while, leading a fine horse by the hand.
The monarch frowned. "She knows how to buy a horse? Where did she get the silver?"
When the Princess was locked up in the Imperial Mausoleum, she wasn’t allowed to bring anything valuable with her—not even the pearls on her shoes were left to her.
Zhang De went to the shop to ask around.
He came back with an indescribable look on his face.
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