I've been reborn, who would still raise a son from another family? Go away

Before Mother Chen finished her words, Song Nanzhi ran towards Nanxi Hall.

When they arrived at Madam Song's bed, there was blood all over Madam Song's mouth.

His forehead was also bandaged with a thick white cloth, but even so, blood continued to seep out.

The servants kept helping Old Madam Song wipe the blood off her body.

The plain collar had been dyed red, looking extremely tragic.

In just a few days, Old Madam Song became as thin as a stick.

"Grandma!" Song Nanzhi knelt down in front of Old Madam Song with a guilty look on his face.

He hugged her and burst into tears.

Liu Yueru stood far away outside the door, looking at the horrific wound on Old Madam Song's forehead.

Her eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

In her previous life, she was smashed to death by Song Shijin with a stone!

In the next life, it was Song Nan who realized his mistake and hit Old Madam Song.

Old Madam Song forced herself to raise her eyelids, her cloudy eyes fixed on Liu Yueru.

Only then did Liu Yueru slowly walk towards Old Madam Song.

She raised her hand and tried to pull Liu Yueru over.

But she dodged it calmly.

“....Help....” Old Madam Song made a whirring sound from her mouth, and only one word could be heard clearly.

Seeing that the old lady was anxious, Mother Chen leaned over to her lips and listened to her carefully.

After a while.

Then he said to Liu Yueru: "The old lady said that she wanted you to help the Marquis's Mansion get through this difficult time. Even if the old lady died, she would pray for you."

The corners of Liu Yueru's mouth twitched. This old man was trying to instill in her the ideas of the Three Obediences and Four Virtues and the Seven Reasons for Divorce before he died.

I just wonder what would happen if she knew what I did in secret in the afterlife?

Just when she was stunned.

Song Yiyan suddenly stepped forward and held Madam Song's hand: "Grandmother, why are you so badly injured? Which beast hurt you?"

As he spoke, he took off the beads from Old Madam Song's hand and silently replaced them with ordinary small-leaf red sandalwood Buddhist beads.

Song Nanzhi, who was standing by, turned pale when he heard what Song Yiyan said. He felt that Song Yiyan had cursed him like that on purpose.

Old Madam Song frowned deeply.

"Cough cough cough... vomit..." Old Madam Song coughed out a large mouthful of blood again.

Mother Chen stepped forward and gently helped her calm down.

Old Madam Song raised her hand and pointed at Liu Yueru, wanting to get her promise again.

Liu Yueru said, "I have invited a famous Chinese medicine doctor from the surrounding villages to come back for grandma. Grandma should just rest and recuperate first."

As he spoke, an old doctor with a white beard came in from outside carrying a medicine box.

Looking at the gloomy old lady Song in front of him, the old doctor sighed softly: "The old lady will not live long, you should prepare her funeral affairs as soon as possible."

Song Nanzhi shook his head suddenly: "No, grandma can't die. Even if you want to leave, you can't leave now. Old doctor, please think of a way to keep my grandma alive. Just let her live for a breath."

Liu Yueru and Song Yiyan both gasped after hearing this.

Old Madam Song's eyes were also filled with shock.

God knows, she is in so much pain that even living one more day is torture to her, both physically and mentally.

but.

Then I thought about it.

If she could delay a little longer, Song Nanzhi wouldn't have to bear the reputation of killing her grandmother, so she closed her eyes and accepted it silently.

The old doctor's face was dark. "I do have a prescription, but it will make the old lady suffer a lot. Her internal organs have already begun to rot. Extending her life will only make her suffer more."

Liu Yueru stepped forward and said, "Since there is a good way to let grandma live one more day, we don't want her to leave this world so soon. No matter how much money it costs, we are willing to spend it."

The old doctor looked at the dying old lady Song on the bed with sympathy, wrote down the prescription, and left with a sigh without even asking for the money.

There was a foul smell in the air.

Old Madam Song turned her face away with a strange look on her face.

Liu Yueru's lips twitched slightly: "Mother Chen, is it that grandma has pooped her pants? Please help her change them quickly so that she won't feel uncomfortable."

Song Nanzhi, who was originally kneeling beside Old Madam Song, quickly stood up from the bed, frowned, and walked a few steps outside.

Liu Yueru sneered in her heart. Song Nanzhi had been selfish all his life. Even in front of his grandmother who loved him the most, he always put his own interests first. What's more, he treated a fallen woman like her like this!

"Oh no, ma'am. There are a group of soldiers outside. They say they want to arrest the young master." The servant at the gate ran in hurriedly.

Liu Yueru turned around and whispered to Mother Chen, "Take good care of grandma. I'll go check on her."

When they arrived at Yunlinju.

Song Shijin had been carried out of the courtyard.

His face was as pale as paper, and his dark, clear eyes had long lost their original light.

Now he was allowed to be carried out by others.

But the clothes touched the wound under his body, and he was sweating profusely due to the pain.

Yuan Qinglian was at a loss for a moment.

She knelt down in front of those people and said, "Sir, please be kind and don't take him away. He was just seriously injured and now there is no one to take care of him. I'm afraid he won't survive in prison..."

"Madam, we are from the Dali Temple. We received a secret report that Song Shijin caused trouble in Baichuan Academy and injured the child in Chen Huaide's mansion. We want to bring him back to the Dali Temple for trial." The leading Lord Xiang ignored Yuan Qinglian and explained to Liu Yueru.

Liu Yueru's eyes fell lightly on Song Shijin: "That's good, Lord Xiang, please conduct a thorough investigation so that we can get justice for everyone."

Song Nanzhi and Yuan Qinglian looked at Liu Yueru in disbelief.

Yuan Qinglian's face turned pale, her legs went limp and she almost fainted: "Madam, you are trying to push Jin Ge'er to death!"

Liu Yueru's cold eyes looked at her like a sharp sword: "Justice is in the hearts of the people. The Dali Temple is a place that handles cases impartially. They will naturally give us an explanation. If we don't cooperate, we will be unwilling to bear the blame that we shouldn't bear in the future."

"If Jin Ge'er has to bear the corresponding punishment because of his own fault, it is his own fault and he cannot blame others."

Song Nanzhi wanted to step forward to stop him.

Liu Yueru tried to stop him, "There are already enough things to do in the Marquis' Mansion. Do you want to add more, my husband?"

Yuan Qinglian's hopeful expression instantly collapsed.

She watched Song Shijin being carried past her.

If she let someone take him away now, she and her son would probably be separated by the Yin and Yang.

"Sir, the young master is still young and has just been seriously injured. I am willing to go to the prison to take care of him. I beg you to show mercy and let me go to the prison with the young master."

Lord Xiang looked at Xie Jingrui with a serious expression and saw that he looked unhappy.

He immediately refused, "That's where the prisoners are held, how can you just go in whenever you want?"

Yuan Qinglian felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Fang Kewei, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "Madam Yuan looks quite similar to the young master. You care about him so much. Could it be that you are the young master's biological mother?"