Her gaze swept over the palace maids, a flash of cold light in her eyes.
The maids trembled inwardly, hastily lowering their heads to avoid her scrutiny.
The crested myna hung in the adjoining patio; even when Little Yanyan came to see her or to play, she wouldn't pass by there, let alone see the bird.
Yet from Little Yanyan's attitude, it seemed she was determined to have the myna. Su Pan'er knew her daughter well—if these servants hadn't been whispering in her ear, she wouldn't be so insistent.
In front of Little Yanyan, however, Su Pan'er didn't say much, instead patting her daughter's little head.
"Alright! The Empress Mother will have someone fetch it for you," she said casually.
She ordered Qingwen to fetch the birdcage, then buried her gaze in Little Yanyan, "Well? Have you eaten? The Empress Mother hasn't yet. How about you join me for a little something?"
"Yanyan has already eaten! But I'll still join the Empress Mother for a bit, just a tiny bit..."