Song Ruqi was carried into the side room by Qi Zhen, which made the Madam terribly anxious.
"Why are you not resting inside? What are you doing here? And you, my son-in-law, allowing her madness, knowing well her frail condition."
Qi Zhen forced a bitter smile. It was she who insisted on coming out barefoot. How could he dare to defy her willfulness?
Song Ruqi's face was as pale as snow, her gaze venomously fixed on Su Qing, who was on the ground. "Mother, I asked him to bring me here. I want to see if her heart is truly black."
Qi Zhen glanced at Su Qing, who lay on the ground, barely alive yet with a crazed look, then turned away.
Seeing this, the last bit of light in Su Qing's eyes extinguished, and she began laughing maniacally. "My heart is black, and yours is pure? You stand high above, have you ever given me respect? You're just afraid I'll steal the master's heart."
