Song Ci came to Madam's bedside, took a look, and was taken aback.
Her complexion was as pale as when she saw Song Ruqi that day, even if she fainted from anger, it shouldn't be this pale, right?
"Lin Qing, quickly check on her." Song Ci stepped aside.
Lin Qing came forward, and upon seeing Madam's appearance, was also momentarily stunned; it was too pallid.
She hurriedly asked Asang to fetch a medical pillow, placed Madam on it, and placed her fingers on her pulse. Upon checking, her expression turned a bit strange, so she tried with her other hand.
Song Ci watched anxiously on the side, worried that it might be some terminal illness similar to what the unfortunate Gu family had suffered.
The nursemaid was even more anxious, fearing that Madam would never recover from this.
Lin Qing withdrew her hand, with her brows slightly furrowed.
Song Ci asked anxiously, "How is it? What's wrong with her?"
"Madam, don't worry, it's a mix of good and bad news."
Song Ci: "???"
