Liu Qingyun followed the Hunting Eagle through twists and turns, finally arriving at a secluded courtyard where she saw Meng Qianqian dressed in night clothes.
"It's you?"
Liu Qingyun was surprised.
Meng Qianqian replied, "Mother didn't know it was me, yet you came looking anyway?"
Liu Qingyun said calmly, "What's there to fear?"
Meng Qianqian: … Well, true.
The dignified Princess of Miaojiang has never known fear.
Liu Qingyun turned to glare at the Hunting Eagle perched on the windowsill: "Didn't I tell you to look for my son?"
The Hunting Eagle feigned ignorance.
Meng Qianqian said, "Mother, you didn't want to see me."
"That's beside the point."
Liu Qingyun's sharp gaze could make daggers, and she was already debating whether to stew the eagle or braise it.
"Go stand watch," Meng Qianqian commanded the Hunting Eagle.
The Hunting Eagle flapped its wings: One strip of dried meat.
Meng Qianqian glanced at Liu Qingyun: "Mother, you might as well stew it."