novelAbuy Chapter 1085: Might as Well Die Young
Chapter 1085: Might as Well Die Young
Song Ci felt that sooner or later, she would meet an untimely demise, and sure enough, time-traveling to the Great Qing dynasty while auditioning was a major signal.Now?
Her so-called beloved youngest son was clutching her tightly, wailing loudly, making her feel even closer to that fateful day of early demise.
Song Ci wanted to lift a hand or say something like "Don’t press me so hard, or I’ll fall to pieces," but she really was about to roll her eyes.
Yet all that came from her throat was the wheezy sound of an old ox, unable to utter a single word.
If that wasn’t enough, in a rush of anxiety, she lost control of her internal organs, resulting in an accident...
Song Ci closed her eyes. Fine, maybe an early demise was preferable.
Everyone caught a faint whiff of urine, and their expressions varied.
Nanny Gong said, "Fourth Young Master, the Old Madam can’t bear you pressing her like that. Please get up immediately and wait outside. We servants need to clean and freshen up the Old Madam first."
Song Zhiyu was grabbed by the collar and dragged out by his second brother.
The men all left the room, while the daughters-in-law stayed behind out of filial piety to serve personally; Song Ci wasn’t willing though, and waved her hand to refuse.
Nanny Gong then said to Jiang and the others, "Second Madam, we servants can handle things here. Please step outside."
The Old Madam wanted to maintain her dignity. Even with her daughters-in-law, she didn’t want them to see her in such an embarrassing state to avoid future awkwardness.
Jiang and the others could only exit to wait outside.
Only then did Song Ci open her eyes and look at Nanny Gong, her gaze filled with grievance.
Nanny Gong felt a pang of pity and gently combed her silvery hair, whispering warmly, "Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you personally."
The cleaning room was bustling, maids scurrying in and out, carrying out soiled bedding. When Chun Fen announced they could see Song Ci, a few people entered the bedroom again.
The bedding and curtains on the canopy bed had been completely changed, replaced with brocade quilts and simple blue curtains. A small charcoal stove in the room simmered fruit peels and petals, emitting a faint sweet fragrance.
Looking at Song Ci, she lay cleaned and tidied on the bed, being fed water by Nanny Gong. When she saw people coming in, she merely glanced over with her eyes.
"Mother."
Song Zhiyuan knelt by the bed, reaching under the quilt to hold Song Ci’s hand, which was still hot.
Earlier, while being cleansed, Song Ci knew she was ill, severely so. Her body was not only heavy but also in pain. Seeing the worry in her sons’ and daughters-in-law’s eyes, she forced a smile and said with difficulty, "It’s nothing, don’t worry."
A few short words seemed to drain her entire strength, leaving her breathless like an aging ox.
Everyone was alarmed.
Song Zhiyu was moved to tears, pressing his lips together.
Lin Qing, standing nearby, said, "Prime Minister, the Old Madam just woke up and needs proper rest. Don’t engage her in conversation now. Wait until she recovers, and it’s better if you don’t stay here to disturb her rest."
Other doctors might not have been bold enough to speak so directly, but Lin Qing had served Song Ci for several years and was quite trusted by her. The family knew this well and dared not object.
Moreover, Song Ci also squeezed Song Zhiyuan’s hand and closed her eyes, expressing agreement, although the force of her grip was absent.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see their filial piety, but she was simply too exhausted to cope.
"Mother, you must get better soon. I’ll go fetch Hong Hong to accompany you," Song Zhiyu seized the chance to squeeze past his elder brother and get close to Song Ci, almost pressing his face above hers.