Ji Xiang bit his lip and muttered after a long time: "What about the child? Can the child be saved?"
"Alas! The babies were born, but they were all stillborn. Mr. Deng looked at them and said that the fetus was probably crushed to death when Madam fell." The servant woman sighed, wiping her red eyes, and started again. His voice was choked with sobs, "They are all young masters. What a pity."
Ji Xiang felt like he was struck by lightning: "How could this happen? How could this happen?"
"Madam cried until midnight, but the fetus was not in the right position, and there was really nothing the midwife could do. In the end, she had no choice but to invite Mr. Deng, but she still couldn't save her." The servant girl cried more and more as she talked, "Madam is such a good person. , but why is life so miserable? I risked my life, but the two young masters couldn't stay. "
Jixiang couldn't stop crying when she heard the servant girl's cry. She kept wiping away her tears, but the more she wiped away, the more tears she shed. In the end, luckily, she covered her face and cried. At first it was just a whisper. Finally, she couldn't help it anymore, crying till she was hoarse and shaking all over. The servant girl was startled, so she rushed over to comfort her: "Miss, please forgive me! Don't break your body from crying, the master is still here." Lying on the bed!"
Ji Xiang shook her head, still crying, but she was afraid of disturbing Song Fu, so she grabbed a handkerchief and covered her face.
When the housekeeper saw off Mr. Deng and came back, he saw Jixiang squatting in the corner and crying hard. He had just learned Jixiang's identity from the convoy guard and knew that she was the adopted daughter of Song Fu and naturally the lady of the Song family. , he was so busy that he went over to salute Ji Xiang: "Song Zhaoxiang, my servant, has seen the young lady."
Ji Xiang wiped his tears randomly and nodded to Song Zhaoxiang in embarrassment.
Song Zhaoxiang winked at the maid, who was so busy that she helped Jixiang get up and sit down. Song Zhaoxiang poured tea for Jixiang and said to Jixiang with an apologetic expression: "I was supposed to welcome the master to live in the main hall, but these two The house is really noisy and chaotic, and now we have to prepare for my wife's funeral. The front yard and back yard are both noisy, so I rashly asked you to stay in this small wing for the time being. Although it is smaller and a little out of the way, it is quiet and clean. Forgive me, miss.”
"It's okay, dad doesn't care about this, and such a big thing happened in the house, so you have good intentions. Besides, dad has to rest now," Ji Xiang wiped his face, looked at Song Zhaoxiang with red eyes, and choked with sobs. He said, "My wife is newly deceased, and my brother must be devastated. He has no intention of taking care of the funeral. You have to worry about everything."
While speaking, Jixiang bowed deeply to Song Zhaoxiang.
"Miss! Get up quickly! You are really going to kill me!" Song Zhaoxiang was so busy that he helped Jixiang up, and said with fear and gratitude, "How can this slave bear such a great gift from you, miss? I understand what the miss means." "My servant is the housekeeper of Song Mansion, and I have been following you for more than ten years. This is my responsibility, please rest assured, young lady."
"Yes, then go and do your work," Ji Xiang nodded, looking at Song Fu who was still asleep, a little embarrassed, "Dad is still sleeping, and I can't leave. Could you please prepare some food for my brother? He I’ve been traveling all the way and haven’t had much to eat or drink for three or four days.”
"Yes, I obey," Song Zhaoxiang agreed, but sighed at the same time, "I'm just afraid that the master won't eat it. Once the master enters the backyard, he won't allow anyone to come in and disturb him, alas!"