After examining the falcon, Shen Roujia arranged for the doctors to leave.
Fortunately, the falcon was clever and had only eaten a small amount of the suspicious meat, managing to fly back to Wen Surong’s side before falling ill.
Shen Roujia thought about the meat supply. The falcon was usually fed beef and lamb.
She went to inspect the nearby cages and immediately noticed some odd items.
When she saw the meat chunks, though small, Shen Roujia recognized them instantly.
“Venison...”
Wen Surong suddenly stood up. “This falcon has been unable to eat venison since birth. It’s a hereditary condition. Besides Tu Lie, no one else knows this.”
Shen Roujia furrowed her brow. Even if Tu Lie knew, he would never do something like this.
As she considered this, Shen Roujia hesitated but still looked to Wen Surong.
“Father, what do you think about this?”
Wen Surong seemed angry but didn’t show it too openly.
“Let’s wait. When he returns from leading his team, we’ll question him privately.”
Wen Surong wanted to give his son some dignity, knowing that Tu Lie was destined to lead the entire tribe in the future. He couldn’t undermine his confidence now.
Shen Roujia understood Wen Surong’s protective stance, and his response was within her expectations. If this was just a momentary lapse in judgment, it wasn’t something to be overly concerned about.
Shen Roujia continued to reassure Wen Surong, though she hadn’t yet had many opportunities to explain the situation fully.
She glanced at Wen Surong and sighed, preparing to find a chance to ask Tu Lie what was really going on.
But just as she was about to, Tu Lie unexpectedly returned.