บท 1025: Chapter 1025 How did you guess?

Indeed!

The next moment, the myna opened its mouth and sang, "Slender hands, wine of the yellow rattan. The spring colors fill the city and the willows by the palace walls. The east wind is harsh, affection is thin. A heart full of sorrows, how many years of separation. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Spring returns to what it was, but the people have grown thin. Tear stains red, shining through the thin silk. Peach blossoms fall, over the quiet pool pavilion..."

As the foolish bird sang, it even took the time to preen its own feathers, appearing extremely content.