Ye Qianning had heard that Prince Changyang and his Princess Consort had two sons, both of whom had unfortunately died from illness—one at twelve, the other at four. As a result, the couple doted excessively on Nanxiang. Ever since she was little, even a simple sneeze from her could send them into a panic.
'With Nanxiang's poisoning and this surprisingly skilled maid, the two young Princely Heirs from the Prince Mansion must have died unnatural deaths as well.'
"Go, keep an eye on her for me," Ye Qianning said, looking up at the bird above her.
"Why should I?" The little bird in the tree tossed its head, looking extremely haughty.
"Three worms."
"Five."
"Deal." Ye Qianning gave a hand signal, and the bird flew off after the maid.
The world of birds was a very simple one. As long as you had a hold on their food supply, you could get them to do your bidding.
