Third Madam Zhuang gave a hum, her expression solemn as she dared not be the slightest bit careless. One hand pressed against his chest while the other gripped the hilt. Then she took a deep breath and pulled the blade out almost instantly.
At the same time, her fingers rapidly tapped the acupoints around his wound. Although some blood flowed out, it did not spurt. Seeing this, she finally let out a sigh of relief. "A blessing amid misfortune. His heart meridians weren't injured."
If the blade had pierced the heart meridians, pulling it out like this would only hasten death.
Yuan Ziyi, who had been clenching her fists in tension, choked back a sob upon hearing that. "Brother Song~"
Song Bao'er, who had been sleeping like a little piglet in the small bed nearby, rubbed her bleary eyes and climbed up. "Mother, what happened?"
Shuang'er pulled her daughter tightly into her arms, tears streaming down her face. "Bao'er, your father is all right now."
Song Bao'er blinked. Clearly, at her age, she still did not understand what had happened.
After applying golden wound medicine and bandaging his injury, Third Madam Zhuang left. Shuang'er wanted to come over and see him, but Yuan Ziyi guardedly blocked her way.
Song Qingshu said weakly, "It's fine. Let her come over."
Only then did Yuan Ziyi reluctantly step aside. Shuang'er sat by the bed, her face full of sorrow and regret. "Brother Song, I'm sorry, I..."
Song Qingshu gently shook his head. "You don't need to apologize. I actually guessed long ago that this day would come. You are someone who values loyalty and affection. If you had learned the truth and remained unmoved, then you would not have been the Shuang'er I loved."
Shuang'er immediately choked up. "Brother Song~"
Song Qingshu forced