Song Qingshu staggered and nearly fell to the ground. He hurriedly asked, "Did she say anything else?" Huang Rong had been clever all her life—don't let her be foolish at the crucial moment. If she revealed what happened between us, I might not care about another stain on my name, but hers would be ruined. How would she ever face her daughter then?
Guo Fu shook her head. "She just kept repeating that sentence from time to time, crying silently as she spoke. She seemed half-conscious. Brother Song, please go see her quickly." Worried about her mother's safety, she did not think anything else of it.
Song Qingshu nodded and asked no more. The two soon arrived outside Huang Rong's room, where Da Wu and Xiao Wu were pacing anxiously outside the door.
"How is my mother?" Guo Fu hurriedly asked.
Wu Xiuwen answered, "Master's wife seems to have fallen asleep again. We don't know whether she's getting worse or recovering..."
"Useless!" Guo Fu shoved him aside, then pulled Song Qingshu into the room. "Brother Song, take a look at her."
Behind them, Wu Xiuwen opened his mouth, full of grievance. We may be disciples, but men and women should keep their distance. Now that Master's wife is asleep, we can't possibly remain in her private chamber. Of course we wouldn't know her exact condition.
Wu Dunru tugged at his hand in consolation. "That's just how she is."
Wu Xiuwen gave a soft grunt. After all these years, how could he not know that?
Yet strangely enough, the Wu brothers themselves knew to avoid suspicion, but had no objection at all to Song Qingshu entering. Guo Fu, too, saw nothing wrong with it. Song Qingshu's reputation was simply too great; in all three of their minds, they did not see