Half an hour later.
"Where is Tianqing?!" Helian Chengyan got out of the car and immediately asked.
"The little Prince is currently in the back garden," the butler replied.
"You said Tianqing is having mental issues, what on earth is happening?!" His voice was ice-cold.
The butler looked at His Highness, whose face was stern, hesitated to speak.
"Speak up!"
"The little Prince has been talking to himself since yesterday afternoon, crying and laughing..."
"What has he been saying?!" Helian Chengyan's already furrowed brow deepened with grave concern, and he continued to demand.
"He said, he said..." The butler's expression was somewhat strange, and he glanced at His Highness again, fearful in his heart. After all, the Princess was a taboo that His Highness did not wish to mention. But faced with His Highness's impatient gaze, the butler still braced himself and said, "The little Prince has been talking to the air, speaking to the 'Princess'..."
