When Song Ci woke up again, she saw Song Zhiyuan sitting at the head of the bed and couldn't help but smile.

"Boss, you're here."

Song Zhiyuan said: "Does mom want to drink water?"

He took the cup beside him, and there was a reed tube inserted on it. Song Ci took a sip and pushed it away.

"When is it? Help me up."

Nanshan stepped forward and helped Song Ci carefully with Song Zhiyuan, put a soft pad on her back, and then took a few steps back.

Seeing that Song Zhiyuan's face was haggard and red silk was covered in his eyes, Song Ci said, "If you finish handling the government affairs, go back to the house to rest. Look, you have become much haggard now."

Song Zhiyuan gently held her hand and said, "The emperor is polite, and it's the same for his son to live in the residence of the Chaofang."

"Then you can't come here just after a shortage. What's the harem? The censor learned that he was going to impeach again, so why bother with this?"

Song Zhiyuan felt uncomfortable. Until now, Song Ci was just worried about his reputation and future.

"If you want to impeach, just do whatever you want." Song Zhiyuan didn't care and said, "No one dared to take this lead to cause trouble now, and the Empress Dowager would not be the first to be the first."

Song Ci smiled and said, "Then you should pay attention."

"Um."

Song Ci asked again what the situation outside was like?

It was not convenient for her to speak in the palace. Song Zhiyuan didn't want her to worry too much, so he only chose to say it, because the earth was moving during the day and the duration was not long. Many people were awake and had time to escape. The casualties were not large, and it was also a blessing in disgrace.

Now a few days have passed, and the people's assistance has stabilized, but it has not caused much public grievance.

"Mom, don't worry about these things. You just need to take care of yourself." Song Zhiyuan advised: "You don't have to worry about everything in this world."

"Of course I don't... cough cough." Song Ci's throat itched, coughed, her chest hurt again, and her face turned red.

Song Zhiyuan was startled and immediately went to her back and took a veil to wipe her mouth.

After a coughing stopped, he looked down and his heart suddenly tightened.

"Go and pass on the imperial physician quickly." Song Zhiyuan gave Nanshan instructions and asked Lin Qing to come over to help him.

Song Ci also saw the red on the veil and said, "It's probably caused by internal injuries, it's okay."

Lin Qing held the pulse and nodded to Song Zhiyuan. It was indeed an internal injury.

Song Zhiyuan felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Don't be too nervous. Mom is old. Death is a lifetime, not that it is just a majority of her life, and she has already earned it." Song Ci clapped his hands.

Song Zhiyuan knelt down: "Mom, don't say this."

Song Ci sighed and said, "It's still inconvenient to keep it in the palace. I still want to go back to the mansion. Yes, I just dreamed that the fourth brother and Dan brother were, and I miss them. Boss, please send someone to send a letter to ask them to come back? There is Zhaoer, I don't know if I can go back?"

After Niu Pan'er left, Song Zhiyu thought to take Niu Pan'er for two more years before going to the Northeast. Unexpectedly, a letter was sent from the Northeast. Niu Pan'er had a body again. He should have had a baby before leaving.

When Song Zhiyu received the news, he could not sit still. After two months of delay, he went to the northeast.

Now that he has been there for a few years, he has not returned to Beijing and has taken care of his wife and daughter.

Although Song Ci missed him, she never said she wanted him to return, but now she took the initiative to ask him to come back to Beijing?

what does that mean?

Song Zhiyuan trembled and looked up at Song Ci, with no expression on his face.

Song Ci looked at him with kind eyes.
Chapter completed!