Lin Qingluo watched the white pigeon fly away and took out a bottle of Spirit Pill from her Storage Ring, mentally communicating with Little Kingfisher.
"All right."
Little Kingfisher was grooming his feathers on the eaves, and upon hearing the message, he chirped crisply, grabbed the small bottle, and flew towards the Imperial Palace like a swift bolt of lightning.
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With the enticing prospect of traveling the world ahead, the Little Prince's spirits visibly improved.
No longer like yesterday, when just the thought of the Empress Mother forcing poison down his sister's throat would make his eyes involuntarily redden and twitch with unshed tears.
Old Master strictly ordered this matter not to be divulged, and only the men of the Lin Clan knew its details, while the female relatives were kept in the dark.
The six Lin brothers were deeply grateful for the Little Prince's sincere devotion and his actions in protecting their sister, and they treated him with extra warmth.