Seeing him agree, Huang Rong finally relaxed slightly. With Fu'er beside him, presumably he would not have any other thoughts.
She was already seriously ill. Earlier, she had only barely remained conscious by forcing herself to hold on, but now that her will had slackened, a wave of exhaustion immediately washed over her.
"Da Wu and Xiao Wu, stand guard outside the courtyard. Do not let anyone disturb us," Huang Rong said, hurriedly adding another instruction as her head grew increasingly dizzy.
"Yes, Master's Wife." Wu Xiuwen and Wu Dunru bowed, then slowly withdrew.
Song Qingshu instructed Guo Fu, "Throw the cloth into boiling water and soak it through. Do not add any cold water."
Guo Fu was startled. "Mother has a fever. Shouldn't we put a cool cloth on her forehead?"
"That only treats the symptoms. I'm treating the root cause now," Song Qingshu explained.
Guo Fu nodded as if she understood, quickly wringing the towel out of the hot water. It scalded her so badly that she cried out repeatedly, "Brother Song, it's so hot! Won't it burn Mother?"
Song Qingshu took the towel from her reddened hands. His cultivation was profound enough that he naturally did not fear such heat. "Don't worry. It's just right."
"Just right?" Guo Fu clearly did not understand.
"Miss Guo, you've been busy running around and must be tired as well. Rest for a while at the side," Song Qingshu said.
"No, I'm not tired." Guo Fu shook her head. She truly was a little weary, but with her mother so gravely ill, how could she possibly sleep?
"No, you are tired." Song Qingshu's voice suddenly took on a strange cadence.
Guo Fu noticed that his eyes were black as ink, as though they contained endless magic. Before long, her own gaze