Sending Fengyu away was the most correct decision made by Su Yuejiao and the Old Madam.
Su Yuejiao was so ill she couldn't get out of bed. The Old Madam, red-eyed and sorrowful, said, "Shu'er is still waiting for you. You can't just fall apart like this. Do you expect an old woman like me to save her?"
"Mother…" Su Yuejiao, already devastated by Mr. Su's situation, now found herself under siege from all sides. It was the darkest moment of her life, and she was beyond despair. "Mother, don't worry, I'll get better!"
Yes, Shu'er was still waiting for her.
She couldn't be defeated!
Feng Shu, now nine months pregnant, couldn't hide her heavily pregnant belly even under the thickest fox fur cloak. As a result, she remained indoors all day, fearing the consequences of being seen. Ever since Zhang Lingzheng had gone to Yangzhou, Feng Shu had been particularly vigilant about her diet and rest. She knew that if anything went wrong, no one could save her or her child.
