While they were still discussing what it was, Song Wei suddenly barked out a fierce command.
"Drink it now!"
"Open your mouth!"
Su Daiyue could no longer see Song Wei's face clearly, but she could feel his anger through his voice.
Her heart had just found a moment of peace. She didn't want to dwell on what had happened before.
Su Daiyue gasped for breath, her eyelids as heavy as mountains. She pleaded, "I really can't go on. Just let me have some peace… just for a little while… I want to sleep for a bit…"
"You can't sleep! Wake up!"
The jar in Song Wei's hands trembled. A red liquid dripped slowly down his robes and onto the white jade tiles, forming a shocking pool of blood.
His voice was laced with sobs.
"These are Nanny Ma's ashes, mixed with my blood."
Ji Qingwu sucked in a breath. Wei Tongyou had been right, and she hadn't been mistaken, either.
