However, it was as if the heavens themselves were against her today. From not far away, a familiar young voice suddenly called out, "Mother!"
Yu Zihan, who had heard the news, came running over in a hurry. He froze for a moment when he saw his father carrying his mother, but he was too worried to dwell on it. "Mother, are you alright?!" he asked anxiously.
From a distance, he had seen her blood-soaked clothes. It felt as if a giant hand was squeezing his heart, making it hard to breathe.
Shen Qing composed herself, turned to Yu Zihan, and forced a small smile. "I'm fine…"
But Yu Jiuqing started walking forward. As he moved, he looked down at Yu Zihan, who had caught up, and said in a low voice, "Your mother is not in any serious danger, she's just a little injured. She needs a good rest tonight. You should return to Nongzhang Garden first."
How could Yu Zihan feel at ease? "But…"
