"This was a gift from Miss Xin to the old man just last month. He was absolutely delighted with it. Once it arrived, all the other birds were outshone."
The servant also couldn't understand how the bird could just die like that.
"Could it be that the other birds were jealous and harmed it?"
Hearing the servant's guess, Xiang Yiqing's lips twitched silently a couple of times, "Come on, what nonsense are you talking about."
These young girls must have watched too many palace dramas.
Because both his mother and the old man had cheerful personalities, the servants at home were also very lively.
The golden bird lay motionless in the cage. He reached out to poke its head, but there was no response. It seemed like it was dead.
After confirming this, Xiang Yiqing said to the two servants, "The old man is sleeping. Don't go disturb him for now. I'll call Xin Xiaoxiao to see what's going on."
