Song Zhiqing fell ill, developing a high fever in the night, and even started talking in his sleep. Since he was sleeping in his own small study, the page boy knocked on the door of the Plum Garden in the middle of the night to report it.
No matter how angry Madam Lu was with Song Zhiqing, upon hearing this, as the legitimate wife, she could not vent her anger on his body. She could only have someone summon the mansion physician, while she herself had people carry her over to the study.
Seeing Song Zhiqing drenched in sweat, his brows tightly furrowed, as if trapped in a nightmare he could not wake from, mumbling incessantly, Madam Lu's brows creased as she leaned closer to listen.
"You were asking for death, you deserve to die, you can't blame me for killing… get lost… bitch, liar…"
Madam Lu's heart thumped wildly. Kill who?
