In Dongnuan Pavilion, the stench of blood was carried out by the wind, sickening to the core.
When Madam Lu rushed into Dongnuan Pavilion, she saw Song Zhiqing lying on the bed, his head and face drenched in blood, crudely wrapped in white cloth, no color in his face, his life or death unknown. Her body swayed involuntarily.
"Husband." She screamed and flung herself forward.
Song Zhiyuan stood with his hands clasped behind his back and said, "Hold her back."
Jiang Fula immediately shot a look at the servant women and they moved to block Madam Lu.
"Let go of me." Madam Lu struggled.
Jiang Fula said, "Third Madam, the Imperial Physician is about to tend to Third Master's injuries. If you rush over, won't you be delaying him?"
Madam Lu froze.
Song Zhicheng also came over to persuade her. "Yes, Third Sister-in-law, wait outside. If you stay here, the Imperial Physician will likely be distracted, and it won't be good for Third Brother's treatment."
