Bab 1056: What an interesting individual

"What's with him?" The celestial nesting weaver cast a frustrated glance, its sharp eyes fixed on Yang Qing's courtyard.

For five whole minutes, it had tried every one of its time-tested methods to rile him up—even the surefire ones. Yet, for the first time, nothing worked. Yang Qing remained infuriatingly unbothered, leaving the weaver simmering with suppressed irritation.

Raised by Yang Qing, whether it cared to admit it or not, some of his habits had inevitably rubbed off on the bird. Chief among them was its vindictive stubbornness and refusal to let things go, especially when it felt slighted or ignored.

It hadn't been long since their last skirmish, one that ended in its defeat—and the reluctant surrender of one of its treasured feathers as payment. Even so, the sight of Yang Qing looking so cheerful and composed now was unbearable.