The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant

Chapter 1125: Enraged

Song Ci wasn’t confronting Madam Liao to retaliate, but issuing a silent warning, reminding her to be aware of her own actions.Madam Liao, either intimidated or feeling guilty, dared not speak further. She awkwardly pulled at the corners of her mouth, glanced outside, and suggested it was getting late and time to return home.

Madam Lu had the same idea and stood up to take her leave accordingly.

The Madam feigned a brief attempt to detain them before allowing them to be sent off, while Song Ruqi, as a sister-in-law, held the maid’s hand to escort them only to the courtyard gate, then turned and went back inside.

"Grandmother, what did you mean by that?" At this moment, Song Ruqi didn’t bother to maintain her composure anymore, but instead questioned sharply.

She wasn’t foolish and naturally detected the underlying implications of Song Ci’s mention of a strange scent.

The Madam lightly reprimanded: "Look at you, all flustered. Where’s your dignity?"

"Sit down, I’ve already sent for Nan Shan," Song Ci instructed her to sit.

Song Ruqi took a deep breath, looked toward the door, her hands clenched into fists.

Nan Shan soon entered, carrying a bundle wrapped in a cloth.

Before Song Ci could speak, the Madam asked first: "Nan Shan, what’s going on?"

Nan Shan unfolded the cloth to reveal a wallet that Madam Liao had worn, Song Ruqi’s pupils constricted, instinctively grabbing the cloth to cover her mouth, her heart pounding erratically.

"This wallet has been soaked and then smoked with musk, the spices inside also include a few pieces of musk. If a woman inhales too much, it could be harmful to the fetus," Nan Shan said solemnly, looking at Song Ruqi.

Song Ruqi sprang to her feet, her pretty face turning pale, her lips trembling: "She dared...mm."

She clutched her abdomen, moaning audibly.

Everyone’s facial expressions changed.

Nan Shan carefully rewrapped the cloth, gesturing for the housekeeper to take it out, opening the windows for ventilation. She had deliberately opened it away from the door and dared not approach Song Ruqi too closely, yet she hadn’t expected this reaction.

Song Ci hastily ordered someone to call Lin Qing over.

The Madam was even more anxious, her eyes red, supporting Song Ruqi to lie on Song Ci’s Arhat bed, saying: "Don’t worry, don’t be upset, calm your mind for me."

"Listen to your mother, everything is alright, you don’t need to worry, don’t think about anything, relax, breathe deeply, inhale, yes, exhale," Song Ci instructed beside her.

Song Ruqi obediently breathed in and out, trying to empty her mind and ease her heart.

Lin Qing hurried over, checked her pulse, frowned lightly, and said: "Such joy and anger have slightly disturbed the fetus. I’ll prescribe a stabilization remedy, for securing and protecting the pregnancy."

The Madam nervously asked: "Doctor Lin, she won’t miscarry, will she? Shouldn’t you give her some acupuncture?"

Song Ruqi also looked at Lin Qing eagerly.

"No need for acupuncture, but for a pregnant woman, emotional agitation is most avoided. You’ve had a miscarriage before, and if you face this stress and pressure again, it’s very easy to miscarry," Lin Qing said grimly. "In fact, last year’s miscarriage severely harmed your body, and it was ill-advised to conceive so quickly again. Now that you’re pregnant, it’s fine, but you must maintain a relaxed mood. If you miscarry again, the uterus will be unstable, and will only lead to habitual miscarriage, one, two, three times, by the fourth there’s a risk to your life."

Song Ruqi’s face turned ashen.

The Madam felt a pang of sorrow, wanting to say something, but dared not.

"Listen to the doctor, nothing is more important than your safe delivery, everything is handled by the family," Song Ci angrily warned: "Don’t think about anything, just nurture your fetus, your parents and husband will take care of everything."