Yan Qing watched the pigeon fly away, feeling a bit eager.
He asked Yun Luo, "Did you raise this pigeon yourself, or was it given to you by her?"
Yun Luo looked at Yan Qing, "The master has ordered people to train a batch of pigeons. Because they don't fly very high and are easily shot down, and also can't fly very far, they are used for ordinary, non-urgent messages."
The implication was that pigeons couldn't be depended on for more secretive messages.
Yan Qing was still feeling eager, "Which is easier to raise, pigeons or Phoenix-headed Parrots?"
Yun Luo fell silent, recalling the Phoenix-headed Parrot kept by the young Marquis, which was really pitiable. If it didn't sing for him, it wouldn't get any tasty food. To get a good bite, the parrot often seemed to question its existence, frequently disheartened and retreating into itself after being scolded by the young Marquis.
He sincerely said, "Raising pigeons is easier."
