Prime Minister's Mansion.
Lu Shi was completely dazed, her mind buzzing, unable to hear what the people around her were saying. Her legs were weak, and she could only rely on two sturdy servant women to support her from either side.
Aunt Zhou was next to her, holding an umbrella, trying to shield her from the swirling wind and snow. Yet, despite her efforts, the biting north wind made her face hurt, causing her whole body to shiver.
But the chill in her body couldn't compare to the coldness in her heart. Since hearing the news that Song Zhiqing had overturned outside the city and was trapped under the carriage unconscious, her heart had been pounding rapidly.
Aunt Zhou glanced at Lu Shi, whose face was as pale as if stained with blood, and her eyes immediately grew hot.
Even she felt a jolt of fear and anxiety. How would the Madam feel?
