"Ancient figures used the emperor to command the princes,"
Chen Ying held a baby bird to lure the peacocks.
A flock of female peacocks followed behind Chen Ying, hopping forward in a scene that was quite amusing.
The Green Peacock lingered in the rear, looking distressed and occasionally glancing around as if planning something mischievous.
After walking a third of the way, they reached a fork in the road at the edge of the village, where the peacocks needed to glide down into the river valley.
Chen Ying couldn't possibly continue to lead them; the baby bird he held in his hands couldn't fly. It either had to hop down with its mother or rely on Chen Ying to take it down.
Little Bai took the initiative to come out of its pocket and swam toward the path above.
Chen Ying couldn't figure out what it wanted to do, thinking it was either hungry or wanting to get some fresh air, so he watched it for a moment before ignoring it.
