Feather Game: from Bird Slave to Palace Chess Player

I tame blue luan birds for the prince. This is the most precious job in the East Palace. The bird suddenly went on hunger strike and became as withered as an autumn leaf. The old eunuch reminded sadly: "Your Highness will return to the palace tomorrow and if you see a bird like this, you will die." I knelt in front of the birdcage all night, cutting my fingertips and feeding them blood. Qingluan was finally willing to peck at my flesh and blood. The next day, the prince stroked the bird's feathers and said casually: "This bird is stained with human blood." His eyes fell on my bandaged hand: "Did you touch it?" Before the order to kill with a stick was given, the rebels had already broken through the palace gate. In the blood and fire, the prince dragged me into the secret room: "I remember you, bird tamer girl." He handed me the blood-stained East Palace Token: "Take it and crawl out of the dog hole." The sound of killing outside the palace was loud, and he suddenly pulled my chin: "If you survive..." Before I finished speaking, a stream of arrows penetrated the screen, and the warmth of his palms covered my eyes: "Close your eyes, don't look." When he opened his eyes again, the rebel leader's knife was dripping with blood. He kicked away the prince's body, picked up the token at my feet and sneered: "The dog in the East Palace? Just in time, lead the way to the Bird Prison." . .