The curtains were drawn low, and the candlelight flickered in the wind.
The window was half-closed, and one could faintly hear Song Hanyuan personally escorting Mr. Su out of the mansion, and then returning to Xianyun Pavilion.
On the couch, Old Madam Song had her eyes closed and was breathing weakly.
Having not eaten for many days, Old Madam Song looked pale and thin.
The lips were dry and pale, without a trace of moisture.
Song Lingzhi called Bai Zhi into the room, took the medicine bowl from her personally, and fed the medicine spoonful by spoonful into Old Madam Song's lips and teeth.
Feed one spoonful and leak one spoonful.
Feed one spoonful and leak one spoonful.
Not even a drop of medicine could be fed into him.
Song Lingzhi's eyes turned red.
The sigh of Mr. Su seemed to echo in his ears for a long time. Song Lingzhi's eyes were filled with tears and the medicine bowl in his hand almost fell to the ground.
Bai Zhi was in a hurry. She took the medicine bowl from Song Lingzhi's hand, helped him sit down on the kang in front of the window, and took out a handkerchief to wipe Song Lingzhi's tears.
"Don't worry, girl."
Bai Zhi naturally heard what Mr. Su said. She tried hard to hold back the sobs that were choking her throat and said, "There must be a way."
Song Hanyuan turned around the screen wall and saw Song Lingzhi crying by the window from afar, and he sighed deeply.
He stepped into the warm room and comforted Song Lingzhi in a gentle voice: "Father has thought about it. Your grandmother's illness cannot be delayed. I will take her to the capital tomorrow. Father has heard of Meng Rui before. He is an old stubborn man. As long as we can beg him..."
Song Lingzhi wiped her tears with a silk handkerchief and said with a resolute look: "I will go with my father."
Song Hanyuan was startled, then shook his head: "No, no, Zhizhi, you have finally lived a peaceful life for a few days. That man is still in the capital. If something happens to you, how will your father explain to your grandmother?"
Song Hanyuan insisted, "You should stay with your mother..."
Song Lingzhi lowered her head and closed her eyes. She knew that Shen Yan was also in the capital, but for the sake of her grandmother, she didn't dare to think too much about it now.
In her previous life, she didn’t even get to see her grandmother for the last time, so she couldn’t live with regret in this life as well.
Song Lingzhi quietly clenched the silk handkerchief in her hand, "My daughter also heard what Grandpa Su just said. I still want to be with grandma, if grandma, grandma really..."
Song Lingzhi burst into tears and choked with sobs.
The wind howled outside the window. Song Hanyuan stood in front of the kang with his hands behind his back. He finally compromised: "Forget it, I'll do as you say."
After saying this, he ordered Bai Zhi to pack her bags and leave for Beijing tomorrow. He said in a deep voice, "Also, don't tell He Ming about this first, so that he won't be anxious."
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The spring rain continues, and the chill is pervasive.
The long street was wet, the bluestone pavement was covered with thick and thin mosses, and drizzle was drifting.
The Qibao incense carriage drove slowly through the long street. Along the way, teahouses with flags flying and hawkers’ shouts were heard one after another.
The osmanthus steamed cake is freshly baked, with billowing hot steam and overflowing fragrance.
A corner of the dark green car curtain was lightly rolled up, and looking out through the car window, the sky-blue rain curtain was hazy and the drizzle was swaying.
Arrived in the capital.
Song Lingzhi held the carriage curtain with one hand and quietly looked at the scenery on the long street through the rain.
Bai Zhi said softly, "Miss, the Qionglin Garden is just ahead. Should we go back home first, or wait for the son-in-law?"
The Song family also has several mansions in Beijing, and Old Madam Song had been sent back to her mansion by Song Hanyuan a long time ago.