The Emperor had passed away. Funeral bells tolled, blanketing the entire Capital City in a solemn and mournful atmosphere.
Ji Xiaosong stood in the main hall of the Wu Mansion, listening to the ceaseless chimes. Her brow furrowed slightly, a faint sense of unease stirring in her heart.
Wu Chufeng had yet to return, and now the Emperor had suddenly died. These two events combined couldn't help but deepen her worries.
She was now over a month pregnant. She and her husband shared a deep bond, and she absolutely could not allow anything to happen to their family.
After careful consideration, Ji Xiaosong decided to first secure the household, then go out and search for Wu Chufeng herself.
Ji Xiaosong first summoned the stewards and servants of the mansion.
She stood before them, her gaze calm and resolute, her tone steady and firm:
