The shadows of the trees are uneven, and the ground is quiet with no one whispering.
A group of servants and old women knelt under the eaves of the corridor, and no one dared to make any noise, for fear of upsetting their master.
Mother Liu walked into the house quietly, carrying the bird's nest porridge.
The golden rattan bamboo curtain was lifted, and Old Madam Song was still sitting on the low couch, her eyes full of vicissitudes and dull.
Mother Liu quietly placed the lacquered wooden tea tray on the table and took the beauty's hammer to massage Old Madam Song's calves.
She said with concern, "Old lady, you should also be concerned about your health. You have been sitting here all night, how can your body bear it?"
Old Madam Song slowly raised her eyes, her cloudy eyes trembling, and she stood up with the help of an agarwood crutch.
The sun was shining brightly, and through a layer of gauze, a figure kneeling under the eaves could be vaguely seen.
Old Madam Song waved her hands, her voice unable to conceal the sorrow and pain: "Let them all go, Bai Zhi and Qiu Yan are enough to serve us here."
Mother Liu looked back and gave a wink, and immediately a little maid ran out after hearing the sound.
After hearing some rustling noises, the people in the yard left one after another.
Madam Liu waited on Old Madam Song as she finished her breakfast. "Old Madam, Young Master He woke up this morning. The doctor examined him and said that there was nothing serious and that he would be fine after just fasting for a day or two."
Madam Song rubbed her brows and said, "I see. Send a few more maids to serve you. Ask the steward for anything you need. Don't let any of them become ill."
Mother Liu replied "yes" softly, looked around, and suddenly leaned close to Old Madam Song and said a few words.
Madam Song was shocked: "Are you serious?"
Mother Liu nodded: "It is absolutely true. Master He told this to me personally."
The sunlight was warm and fell gently on the couch by the window. After a while, I heard Old Madam Song say in a low voice: "He is not a person who boasts about his achievements. He actually thought about Wei Ziyuan and didn't take all the credit for himself."
Madam Liu leaned forward and said, "That's right. If Master He hadn't told us, we wouldn't have known. I think the old lady is kind-hearted and usually eats vegetarian food and chants Buddhist scriptures, so the people she meets are all good people, and our girl can turn danger into safety."
Halfway through her words, Old Madam Song burst into tears: "I hope so. I just hope that everyone in our family will be safe and sound. I don't dare to think about anything else."
Song Lingzhi was still unconscious, and the woman lay quietly on her back on the bed, her face pale.
There were still tears in the corners of her eyes. Seeing Song Lingzhi like this, Old Madam Song couldn't help crying again. Madam Liu comforted her: "Don't worry, old madam. Maybe the doctor is not good enough and is deliberately saying harsh words to scare us. Besides, I dare to say that Mr. He is engaged to our girl..."
Old Madam Song frowned, and said neither yes nor no. She just asked Mama Liu to accompany her to He's yard.
Ever since He Ming was sent back to the yard soaking wet last night, He Shi had been worried and had been staying by He Ming's bed, crying silently.
Hearing that Old Madam Song was coming, He hurriedly invited her in and ordered her to make some warm tea.
Old Madam Song waved her hand and said, "No need to bother. I'll just sit for a while and leave." Then she asked He Ming, "Are you feeling unwell anywhere else?"
He Ming shook his head: "Thank you Madam for your concern. He Ming is now well, but I wonder how Sister Song is doing?"
It would have been fine if Song Lingzhi had not been mentioned. Once she was mentioned, Old Madam Song could not help but burst into tears: "I have already found all the doctors I should have found. Now I can only leave it to fate. I don't know who would be so cruel to cut me into pieces..."