"Where's my granddaughter? My granddaughter? Impossible. How could she be dead?" Supported by two maids, Madam Zhan was so weak she could barely stand.
"Madam." Zhan Yi's eyes were swollen terribly.
"Pangtuan? My granddaughter, where is she?" Madam Zhan pleaded, as if grasping at her last straw.
"Madam, you... you shouldn't look." Zhan Yi's muffled voice gave way to sobs once more.
"No! Where is my granddaughter...? I don't believe she's gone, I don't believe it... Let me see her..." Madam Zhan slid to her knees, her cries heart-wrenching.
"Madam!" Zhan Yi tried to help her up, but found he had no strength left. He ended up sitting on the floor beside her, and the two of them could only sit there, weeping with their heads bowed.
"Brother Zhan." Prince Changyang hurried in, accompanied by Princess Changyang.
Princess Changyang immediately knelt to help Madam Zhan. "Madam Zhan, the dead cannot be resurrected. You must take care of yourself."
