Song Zhuozhi immediately stood up, her legs were weak, and she supported herself with a maid as she hurriedly took a few steps forward, asking in disbelief:
"What did you say?"
The messenger had already started crying: "Little General Song died at the border!"
Her mind went blank, a sense of grief surged straight into her heart, her vision went dark, and she fainted to the ground before she could say anything else.
The maids and old nurses swarmed around her.
"Madam! Madam!"
The noise faded into the distance.
In the room, calming incense was burning, and the light fragrance curled around the beast-head incense burner.
Outside the room, white mourning banners were already hung, suppressing the bright colors of the peach blossoms, and casting a pall over the entire mansion.
Song Zhuozhi only woke up the next evening after fainting, lying numbly on the bed, and immediately asked everyone to leave upon speaking.
