The oppressive heat was finally interrupted by a light rain, but the humidity left everyone feeling irritable.
Today, one of Wen Surong’s falcons suddenly stopped eating, suffering from vomiting and diarrhea.
It looked as if it was on the brink of death.
Shen Roujia knew how important this falcon was—like a crucial intelligence agent on the battlefield.
Despite her concerns, Shen Roujia didn’t mention anything to anyone.
She instinctively looked towards Ai Yigu.
“Father, who’s been taking care of the falcons?”
Wen Surong shook his head. “I usually take care of them myself. They recognize their master, and if someone else approaches, they might get hurt.”
Shen Roujia nodded. “In that case, it seems the falcon isn’t doing well. For now, we should rely on my homing pigeons instead.”
Shen Roujia knew that Gu Zhi’s forces had already begun their attack. In this critical moment, since Wen Surong planned to collaborate with Gu Zhi, they couldn’t afford any missteps.
Although Shen Roujia’s idea was not without risk, Wen Surong hesitated and voiced his concern, “The pigeons could be in danger of being caught by predators...”
Shen Roujia slowly shook her head.
“Zhi Zhi still has a falcon on her side, so if we need to send a message, this is our only option. Don’t worry, Father, our previous communications have always been safe.”
Wen Surong nodded in agreement.
Shen Roujia then added thoughtfully, “As for the falcon, let’s tell everyone it’s recovered, that there’s nothing serious. We don’t want to cause unnecessary alarm.”
Shen Roujia brought in a few doctors, skilled in treating animals like horses, cattle, and sheep. It was clear that the falcon had eaten something spoiled.
