The next day.
Under a cloudless sky, Shen Yangge found himself watched by a crowd. Most of them doubted that such a tiny blue bird could deliver a message.
To prove himself, he lifted his head, puffed out his chest, and proudly showed off his "slick moves," taking a leaf in his beak and flying up from Chu Xuanzhen's shoulder.
He flew over to a large piece of blue cloth.
The Eighth Prince was holding it up, beaming as he praised him nonstop. "Clever, clever! That's exactly right!"
Once the simple training was complete, they moved on to flight training, which was somewhat more difficult.
Still, Shen Yangge wasn't discouraged. He completed every training task, then flew back to Chu Xuanzhen and held his head high, as if to say, Pretty damn good, aren't I?
Chu Xuanzhen teased his claws and murmured his approval.
After two days of "grueling" training, Shen Yangge decided to set out on the third day.
That morning, he ate some military rations and rabbit meat that Chu Xuanzhen had hunted from somewhere, then stood on a large wooden stump outside the tent to rest.
Chu Xuanzhen tied the secret letter to his leg and gazed steadily into his eyes. After a long while, he said in a low, husky voice, "I'll wait for you to return."
His black, silk-like hair stirred in the wind, drifting through the air. A few strands brushed against Shen Yangge, tickling him with their cool touch.
Shen Yangge blinked his tiny, inky eyes.
[-Don't worry, I'll definitely come back!]
[-Uh, probably...]
Anyway, he still had that poor sucker, System 615. He wouldn't really get lost, and even if he did, he could force it to get him back on course.
Everyone knew that His Highness's beloved little blue bird would