"Animals are just animals; they even eat such disgusting things like bugs," the Third Prince scoffed disdainfully.
No sooner had he spoken than Xiao Jiu suddenly swooped down from mid-air at lightning speed. Before the Third Prince could react, he felt a sharp pain on his face...
"Ouch!"
Instinctively, he wiped his face with his hand, and a warm liquid smeared his hand—Xiao Jiu had pecked a cut into his face, and his hand was now covered in blood.
Immediately, his anger flared up: "Damn bird, today if I don't kill you, my name isn't Zhang."
As he spoke, the Third Prince lunged towards Xiao Jiu.
"Imperial Son, do not!" Noble Consort Sun quickly hugged the Third Prince, preventing him from harming Xiao Jiu.
"Mother Consort, don't stop me. This bird is too wicked; I must teach it a lesson today."
"Imperial Son, haven't you noticed that the Emperor likes it? Don't harm it, or the Emperor won't spare you either."
