Chapter 1689: Death Announcement

No one dares disobey Song Ci’s words, nor even dare to question them. Especially now, when she has just awoken and is still weak, they are even more cautious. Just follow her instructions.

Song Ci offers no explanation, nor does she need to, as the Song Family possesses the capability. Action is all that matters now.

There is no perfect strategy in the world, but in the face of natural disasters, preparing more supplies benefits oneself and aids others. Why not?

Being prepared is always a good thing.

Song Ci glanced at Ru Shi and asked, "I haven’t seen the third son for a long time, where has he gone, and how long has it been?"

Ru Shi paused, aware that the Old Madam’s memory was a bit fuzzy, quickly replied, "He left in June."

"Why has he been gone so long without returning to the estate? What’s so good about that barren manor? Tell him to come back soon and get close to the children. Is he at that age already, learning his father’s bad habits, staying in the manor all day, wasting time playing with birds? Oh, he doesn’t play with birds, he practices Daoism!"

One wonders if he’s practicing some demonic path, making himself more gloomy.

The Old Master Song, playing with birds in his courtyard, sneezed twice and spat. He felt someone was cursing him, knowing it must be the Old Lady, as she’s shown no pleasant face since his return.

Well, it’s heard she’s awake, might as well go see her.

Ru Shi, hearing Song Ci’s words, smiled and said, "Mother is right, I’ll send Cheng Yong to bring him back."

"Yes, go ahead. Though it’s cool at the manor, the disaster is severe, refugees everywhere, who knows if they’ll forcibly break into the manor, it’s not unheard of. It’s safer to return."

Ru Shi forced a smile and nodded, cursing Song Zhiqing in her heart for not knowing to return.

"Madam, Madam!"

A sharp, mournful scream came from outside, extremely tragic.

Inside the house, the women were startled by the sudden scream, their hearts raced uncontrollably.

Madam Song was simmering with anger from Song Ci’s cryptic remarks earlier, she chastised, "Who’s causing a ruckus outside, don’t you know the Madam needs rest? Nan Shan, go and see."

Standing at the door, Nan Shan nodded and walked out, only to find a little servant dressed in black with white cloth wrapped around his waist and arms, she was shocked.

"Old Madam," Nan Shan stood at the door, looking at Song Ci with a fearful expression.

Song Ci frowned, reached out to Jiang Shi, motioning her to help her out, everyone followed.

"Madam."

Just as Song Ci stepped over the threshold, the little servant kneeled rigidly at the east wing doorway, his face full of sorrow.

His appearance was so striking that it sent shivers down everyone’s spine, faces turned pale.

Jiang Shi shivered and scolded, "Why are you howling like a ghost?"

God forbid, it mustn’t be as she feared, mustn’t be Zhao’er in trouble.

Song Ci tightly pinched Jiang Shi’s arm, her heart hanging high.

"Madam, the third master, the third master is gone," the little servant reported the death with a wretched cry, sprawled on the ground.

"What?"

"The third?"

"Nonsense!"

"What do you mean gone?" Ru Shi froze completely, mechanically asked, "Who’s gone, tell me."

The little servant trembled, raised his head to wipe tears from the corner of his eyes with his arm, sobbing, "Last night, bandits broke into Yuzhu Manor to rob, the third master, he was killed by the bandits’ knives."

Bang.

Ru Shi fell straight backward, fainting.

"Madam." Mama Zhou lamented and rushed over.

Heavens, the sky has fallen.