Yang Qing had it all planned, but it all came crumbling down because of that dang bird's greed. He could not understand where it had gone wrong. One minute, the Celestial Nesting Weaver was small, even cute, with a hard-working nature and a kind, trusting personality, willing to trust Yang Qing—his caregiver—with all logistical matters. The next minute, the adorable weaver was displaying the greed of a dragon, questioning his caregiver on every little detail of their deals as if Yang Qing were the sort of person to betray another for a few spirit stones and some materials here and there.
Yang Qing could not believe it. He had done nothing to earn the Weaver's scrutiny and distrust. Yes, he may have bought one lavish-looking robe, but that was only because it had been a good deal and a necessary expense, as the robe had excellent defensive and concealing features.
