Mu Liankang supported Mrs. Xu's hand, looking at her profile.
Mrs. Xu's eyes were filled with sadness.
This sadness surged like a dark tide, gradually engulfing Mu Liankang's heart.
Mrs. Xu lowered her eyelids and sighed deeply.
No matter how harsh or hateful one's words may be, facing someone's death is still unsettling.
Life and death, only those who have truly tasted separation by death will understand the vast difference between the two and comprehend the heavy grief between them.
The three of them slowly entered Baijie Hall.
In the West Warm Pavilion, Du Yunluo sat beside Madam Wu, speaking softly.
Mu Yuanmou slumped in the Eight Immortals Chair, spirits flagging.
Mrs. Zhou whispered with Nanny Shan, and when she saw the three of them coming, she nodded to them.
"Old Madam," Mrs. Lu said softly, "Isn't the situation still unclear?"
Madam Wu moved her eyelids.
Du Yunluo answered for the old madam, "The Princely Heir went to the palace to investigate."
