Mother Song knew that the Song family had no hope.

The best outcome would be for the Song magistrate and other officials to be beheaded, and other family members to be exiled.

This is already the result of His Majesty Xiliang not liking sitting together.

In the previous dynasty, it would have been possible to kill everyone in the family, and also bring harm to the relatives.

But in the current environment, no one can guarantee that they can survive until their exile.

The environment in the prison was dirty and messy. In the year of drought in Lingzhou City, water, food and medicinal materials were in short supply. Life was already difficult before they were imprisoned, let alone now.

In the past few days alone, several people have died in the prison.

The old lady of the Song family is still holding her breath and refuses to swallow. She just doesn't believe that her son can become a corrupt official, and she must wait until the day when the sentence is announced.

Her son had a high fever two days ago. There was no medicine and no way to seek help. Now, with his last breath, there is no way to save him.

She and her husband had a child at an old age, and the child was carefully raised and could not withstand the slightest bit of wind and rain.

She can't accept her fate.

Now that she can see her daughter, she is satisfied.

It is not easy for her daughter to come to see her. She cannot hope to save her son. The price is too high. She cannot impose this price on her daughter. In this situation, it is not easy for her daughter to survive.

So she only asked her daughter to take her son's body out. Even if it couldn't be properly buried, at least he wouldn't die in prison and be dragged out and thrown away.

Mother Song's tears had long since dried up, so she couldn't shed a single tear. After talking to Song Tanxi, she begged the jailer: "Please forgive me for loving my son and allow me to take my son's body out."

Burial."

After saying that, she turned away from Song Tanxi and kowtowed to the jailer.

Not long ago, she was still the condescending wife of the prefect. Now, she knelt down and begged the jailer so calmly, just hoping that her son's body could be sent out of the cell with dignity.

Song Tanxi had never seen her mother like this in her life. She bit her lip and shed tears.

The eldest sister is like a mother. She is seven years older than her younger brother Song Yunting, and she has almost watched him grow up.

She couldn't imagine that her younger brother, who was only twelve years old this year, now, now...

The jailer didn't expect to see this scene, and looked at Qing Hui with some embarrassment, wanting to ask her for instructions.

But Qing Hui spoke first, "Pull him out."

Upon receiving the order, the jailer immediately opened the cell door and pulled Song Yunting out.

The boy has not yet grown up, and his face is tender and fair. It must be that his mother has taken good care of him.

It's just that his face is pale and he looks almost lifeless.

"Listen, listen," Song Tanxi turned around and rushed towards him, her hands trembling as she wanted to touch him, but she was too scared to let go.

Qing Hui took one step ahead of her and put his hand on the artery in Song Yunting's neck.

After a moment, he pulled his wrist again.

Then he frowned.

No, it’s very wrong. This is not a normal fever death.

Someone put something in his body.

Qing Hui had heard about the art of witchcraft, but didn't know much about it. She hated bugs, not only in this life, but also in her previous life, so she refused to learn this lesson.

There is no tree that does not hate bugs.

Song Yunting's current state is similar to suspended animation, but his heart is still there and he can't die.
Chapter completed!