Because the Black Riders had sent word to the mansion ahead of time, by the time Lu Qingming arrived at the entrance of Lu Mansion with a group of personal guards, the main gate stood wide open, with quite a few people already waiting outside.
Gongsun Yu stood at the gate with her son Lu Tianyu, as well as the household stewards, maids, and matrons. When she saw that only a handful of Black Riders accompanied Lu Qingming, and that most of the soldiers were seriously wounded, she instantly understood what had happened. She immediately went to meet Lu Qingming as he leaped down from his tall, fine horse, reached out, and clasped his large hand tightly. Her eyes reddened as she called softly, "Husband."
Her heart was full of grievance, full of grief and fury.
When news of Li Mu Yang's death reached the imperial capital, this mother, who had barely seen her own son a few times, was likewise heartbroken.
Luo Qi had fallen ill from excessive sorrow, yet she had to hold on.
She was the mistress of Lu Mansion, and countless matters, large and small, needed her attention and decisions.
Li Mu Yang was dead, while Lu Qiji had left school and vanished without a trace. That was even more agonizing than having her heart carved open.
And the Lu family was now caught between internal troubles and external threats. She could not tell her husband, who was far away in Yundian, about these matters either. She did not want him to worry about family affairs while guarding the border.
If she did that, she would be failing in her duty as a wife.
"I'm fine." Lu Qingming could not bear to grip his wife's delicate hand too hard. If he squeezed it like this, he