Old Madam Ji's drooping eyelids opened, her eyes suddenly full of life.
"Changlin is back. Quick, come to Grandmother's side."
Ji Changlin greeted Mr. Ji and Mrs. Ji, "Father, Mother."
Mrs. Qiao patted her eldest son's shoulder and stood up, giving him her spot by the bed.
The Old Mrs. Ji truly and sincerely doted on her two grandsons. She tried to sit up.
Ji Changlin hurried forward to support Old Madam Ji. "Grandmother," he said, "I've only been gone a short while, and you've already fallen ill."
Seeing her only remaining grandson, tears instantly streamed down Old Madam Ji's face.
"Oh, Changlin... your Third Brother... he's gone. None of us even got to see him one last time..."
Ji Changlin had heard about this while in Nanchu.
Ji Changyan had killed an Imperial Censor, which was a grave crime. He had died in prison under severe torture. It was already a great fortune that the rest of the Ji Family had not been implicated.
