"Madam, the Prime Minister has returned and is coming towards the main courtyard."
Song Ci swiftly turned around, her gaze skimming past the screen. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Madam Song also wanted to get up, so she stopped her.
"Lie down and don't move. Since the eldest was only grazed by a stray arrow, it's not a big deal. Your situation is more serious than his."
At these words, Madam Song felt a chill in her heart, suppressing her anxiety, she looked eagerly towards the screen.
"You wait here, I'll go and have a look." Song Ci was afraid that Song Zhiyuan might storm in covered in blood, and frighten Madam Song, who had just calmed down, so she walked outside.
Seeing Madam Song's face full of worry, Lin Qing comforted her, saying: "Madam, do not worry. The Prime Minister is blessed and will be fine. Rather, you should focus on nurturing the baby with peace of mind."
