Hearing that voice, Song Qingyu quickened his movements even further. Before long, he finally brought the horse under control!
Once the horse calmed down, Song Qingyu immediately jumped down from the carriage and went to check on the woman inside.
The woman's hair was disheveled, her face bore numerous injuries, and her lower body was covered in blood.
Song Qingyu's pupils constricted at the sight. He had never encountered anything like this before and did not know what to do.
The woman lay sprawled miserably on the carriage floor. She slowly raised her head and said in a voice as faint as a thread:
"Please save my child!"
With those words, she fainted.
Just then, the guards and maid behind the carriage caught up.
Song Yaoyao and Song Qingling also ran over.
Everyone drew a sharp breath at the woman's wretched condition inside the carriage!
The maid's legs nearly gave way. She immediately called out:
"Take Madam back to the residence at once! Fetch a physician immediately and have the midwife at the residence get ready."
"Yes."
The maid glanced at Song Qingyu and the others and asked:
"May I ask our benefactors' names? We will send gifts to express our thanks afterward."
Song Qingyu waved a hand.
"It was no more than lifting a hand, hardly worth mentioning!
Saving her comes first!"
The maid did not press Song Qingyu for his name. With her household's standing, discovering their benefactors' identities and names would be easy.
Once Madam recovered, they would visit to offer their thanks!
The maid nodded.
"Then we shall meet again!"
With that, the maid prepared to leave.
Song Yaoyao stopped her.
"Wait!"
The maid turned and asked:
"What is it?"
"Given your madam's condition, I'm afraid she may have a difficult delivery."
The maid's expression changed