He thought it was an illusion, but the fact that his eyes could move made him subconsciously feel that the trembling at that moment that had just happened was not fake.

His soul was taking a deep breath, and after closing his eyes, Si Yin carefully felt the breathing sound beside him that could not be ignored.

Even, warm and vigorous.

Holding his breath, he could clearly feel the slight tremor in his legs again.

It's the muscles that are shaking, it's his body that's responding.

Si Yin opened his eyes again, staring directly at the huge mural hanging on the wall in front of him, and for a moment, he felt a breath in his chest slowly flowing, gathering little by little somewhere in his neck, and the changes in his body were extremely small but extremely clear.

In the silence, Si Yin felt her breathing.

The air that had been going up from his chest cavity was slowly spreading out of his mouth, his pupils were shrinking, his soul imprisoned in his body was trembling slightly, and he nervously recalled the rhythm and feeling of his breathing again.

This feeling was so strange that when he recalled it again, even the depths of his soul were trembling and trembling, the breath in his chest became more and more obvious and clear, and the lips that had been slightly pursed all year round were slowly opening up slowly, gently, at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, as if pulled by an invisible thread in the light.

At this moment, the breath that had been lingering in his chest just now was spit out in an instant.

At this moment, Si Yin finally confirmed that he was breathing.

He was breathing.

He's breathing!

The most primitive and simple action for a creature is an ability that the puppet prince once could not hope for.

And now that he had regained the ability to breathe, the moment a wisp of fresh wind entered his body along his mouth and nose, an unprecedented light burst out from the bottom of Si Yin's eyes.

Is this a dream?

Was it a dream he had created in the midst of endless despair and pain?

Ecstasy and uneasiness stirred in his heart, but the warm breath on the side of his leg reminded him that this was not a dream, he was gradually resurrected, starting from his eyes, gradually spreading to his hands and feet, until now, he has regained the most basic human breathing ability.

Why?

What was it that touched the switch on his resurrection?

After recovering from her ecstasy, Si Yin calmed down and began to think about what had led to her transformation.

Why did the body, which has not changed for ten years, turn around at this moment?

In order to continue this transformation, Siyin knew that she had to figure out what was going on.

He pondered carefully, not letting go of any clues.

After thinking about it, Si Yin set her eyes on the sleeping maid beside her.

If all the changes happen, it is after the maid reappears.

She was different from the other maids, and while everyone treated him as a dead person, she was the only one who treated him as a living person.

Other than that, there has been no other change around me recently.

Is it really because of her appearance?

Si Yin was not sure, and the only way to do it now was to keep waiting.

From the time he could control his eyes to now he could feel his hands, feet, and breathing, it was only two or three days, and he only needed to wait for the rest of his body to wake up, and he could determine where the opportunity was.

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Ding Bao was awakened by a suffocating heat, and when he opened his eyes, there was a leg in front of him, wrapped under the black nightgown, and the lines that vaguely appeared were long and straight, and when he raised his eyes slightly, the waistline of the long legs was on top of his head, and when he continued to look up, it was a thin and delicate chin.

found that he was almost lying on Si Yin's lap, Ding Bao's face was calm, and he continued to lie down for a while to be slightly sober and sober, and when his brain was completely back to normal operation, Ding Bao turned over and got out of bed, moving quickly and in a hurry.

"How did I fall asleep......"

She muttered under her breath, scratching at her hair and looking at the sky outside.

Outside the window, there was already a dazzling white light, and it definitely looked like it was more than the sun at ten o'clock in the morning.

Looking at Si Yin on the bed again, he still maintained the same movements as last night, looking at the front with the same expression in his eyes, his hands on his laps, all the quilts on his body were piled up in a corner, half of the whole big bed was neat and clean and half messy, Ding Bao turned around and took a deep breath silently.

Misguided.

She hadn't been sick in a long time, and she didn't expect to be like this dog when she fell asleep.

It's not a big problem, just achieve the goal anyway.

She had to seize every opportunity to get in touch with Si Yin and try to waste less time with him.

There is no need to go to the kitchen to help today, and the queen has also told her that she does not need to do anything.

Her room is cleaned by a special maid, and Ding Bao's task now is to take good care of Siyin until Patsy returns.

The arrogant queen didn't want outsiders to know the current situation of the second prince, and for the royal family, such a strange disease might be more difficult to deal with than death.

After all, she was born by herself, and the queen was naturally reluctant to give up Si Yin directly, all she could do was to hide Si Yin in the palace, and by the way, find him a princess to hide his eyes.

Ding Bao, as the future second princess, follows Si Yin, she doesn't need to learn court etiquette every day like other princesses, nor does she need to attend the banquets of the leading country, let alone attend the activities of the nobles of various countries with the queen, what she has to do is to be a transparent person silently like the prince, and live a life of gorgeous clothes and food.

There is no way, whoever makes Si Yin a transparent person, his princess is naturally more transparent.

Ding Bao was reading books and basking in the sun in the next room all morning, and at one o'clock in the afternoon, there was a dessert dining car sent by a special person, and all kinds of delicate and small desserts and tea cakes were placed thoughtfully and exquisitely, in addition, the queen also ordered someone to send more than ten sets of palace dresses over, not requiring Ding Bao to wear them every day, but simply giving her the benefits of being a quasi-princess.

Although it is not as expensive as other princesses, as far as Ding Bao's original identity is concerned, these clothes are also extremely gorgeous and magnificent.

The maid who brought dessert was An'er, who worked in the kitchen, and with Ding Bao's permission, An'er would deliver dessert every afternoon from now on.

It was certainly a good errand for the other maids, and it was a good day to have to work for the afternoon, and a quiet and beautiful palace was much better than a hot and messy kitchen.

In the past, this kind of work was arranged by the chief servant, but An'er was different, she was designated by Ding Bao to order.

Under the rose stand, Ding Bao sat on a soft chair and drank tea leisurely, and opposite sat An'er, who was full of amazement and curiosity.

She looked around with a pair of beautiful eyes, and a balcony alone was bigger than her bedroom, not to mention the even larger and infinitely larger dormitory inside the balcony.

It's a world away from the kitchen, the wind blowing on your body is cold, the smell on the tip of your nose is fragrant, and even the stool sitting under you is very soft, like being in the clouds.