With the cry of the sea eagle, the hierarchy within the avian genetic chain was triggered.
The resident sparrows panicked and darted into the trees, while the swallows instinctively shrank their necks and flew back to their nests.
The white doves were even more frightened, flapping into the house, trembling with soft “coo-coo” sounds.
The invading birds became a chaotic, headless swarm under the eagle’s cry—colliding, falling from the sky, and fleeing toward the distance.
After circling twice, the sea eagle gradually followed their direction and left.
The sky cleared. Old Madam Li exhaled in relief, nearly collapsing to the ground, but Li Moyi quickly supported her.
Wanwan ran a few steps, catching a stray chick on the ground, her small face still showing residual anger.
“Who sent you to make trouble?” she asked sternly.
The chick flapped its wings, innocent in its round eyes.
“We were sent from the back courtyard. We needed food to regain strength to fly home.”
“We’re sorry—we didn’t mean to cause trouble.”
Having understood bird language since childhood, Wanwan instinctively knew the birds would never harm her or her loved ones. That’s why she was puzzled as to why these birds had come to destroy her precious flowers.
“So that’s how it is.”
She realized the second wife, who lived in the back courtyard, disliked her from the very first meeting, which explained the sabotage.
“Grandma, don’t cry. The birds have flown away. They won’t hurt the flowers anymore,” Wanwan comforted her.
Old Madam Li finally understood—Wanwan had driven the eagle in the sky, scaring away the birds. With them gone, the flowers would be safe.
“That’s good… but poor flowers… I wonder if they’ll survive.” Old Madam Li still felt a little sorrow.
Wanwan grinned and, in her light, childlike way, eased her worries:
“Don’t worry, Grandma. I’ll soothe the flowers, and they won’t hurt anymore.”
She ran into the flower beds, gently blowing over one flower, then another. The flowers seemed imbued with vitality, trembling and responding to her care.
After Wanwan had “soothed” all the flowers, though the courtyard still looked messy, the injured flowers stood tall again, as if given a second life, bursting with energy.
Old Madam Li witnessed her healing ability firsthand once more, thrilled, she hugged Wanwan tightly.
“Thank you, my dear.”
“It’s nothing, Grandma. Don’t cry.” Wanwan patted the elder’s back with her small hands.
Though tiny, barely a child, she exerted a power even adults could not, leaving anyone who saw it awed.
From Li Moyi’s perspective, seeing the little girl on Grandma’s shoulder, exhausted, he lowered his eyelids, tense in his heart. He stepped forward.
“Grandma, it’s still early. I’ll take Wanwan back for another nap. You just have someone clean up here—don’t let her efforts go to waste.”
“Alright, you go quickly,” Old Madam Li agreed.
Li Moyi had just walked a few steps carrying Wanwan when he felt her small body soften, arms tightening slightly. He gently stroked her face and, seeing she had merely fallen asleep, finally relaxed.
On the way back, a force within him threatened to erupt, urging him to destroy something.
He returned to the bedroom, laid Wanwan on the bed, tucked her in, and opened the door.
“Someone.”
“Yes, Third Young Master.” His attendant, specialized in serving him, approached.
Li Moyi’s fists were clenched so tightly the knuckles turned white; veins strained as he swallowed back his anger.
“Find out who brought those birds. Don’t announce it—report back to me only when you know.”
“Yes, Third Young Master.” The servant bowed and left.
Li Moyi had always been the most difficult to serve in the Li household. Only experienced, brave, and meticulous senior servants could handle him. One such person was worth an entire team.
Within two hours, a report arrived.
“Third Young Master, the birds were brought in by Aunt Lü. They damaged Old Madam’s garden.”
“Understood. Dismissed.”
A dark current surged in Li Moyi’s deep eyes.
From his childhood, he had experienced betrayal, learning that the grand Li estate was full of deceit and pettiness.
The second wife’s act was simply meant to trouble Grandma.
Even if evidence were found and exposed, without serious damage, she would at most apologize or make minor economic reparations.
But Wanwan and Grandma had been emotionally hurt because of her actions!
Li Moyi returned to the bedroom. Wanwan had woken and was devouring dumplings brought by Aunt Wang, purchased specially from a mainland restaurant when Old Madam learned Wanwan liked them.
The little girl’s spirits were revived, her round eyes sparkling.
“Third Brother, have one!” she offered, carefully feeding him a dumpling.
Li Moyi shook his lips in refusal, taking a handkerchief to wipe the sauce from her mouth.
“Wanwan, after you finish, how about we go to the flower market with Third Brother?”
Wanwan lit up with a thought: “To buy flowers for Grandma?”
Li Moyi shook his head. The little girl didn’t understand subtle hints, only that his expression was unreadable.
“For the second wife.”
“No! Not for her—she’s bad!” Wanwan clearly distinguished right from wrong. She remembered it was the second wife who had caused the birds to ruin the flowers.
Li Moyi lightly scratched her chin with his fingertip, smiling. “We’ll buy them—and lots of them.”
…
Li Moyi took Wanwan to the flower market.
Within three days, half of the Li estate’s empty plots were filled with flowers.
They planted strong-smelling, hardy rose-family varieties like lilies and roses, whose fragrance could spread for miles.
“Ah-choo!”
Since early morning, Aunt Lü had been sneezing continuously, her eyes swollen nearly shut.
Her skin itched, and after scratching, long red marks appeared, which soon developed into patches of rashes.
She suffered excruciatingly, and within an hour, due to pollen allergies, was rushed to the hospital.