After two days had passed like this, Madam Lu brought Song Zhiqing along with the two children to Chunhui Hall to pay respects to Song Ci.
After a dozen days of illness, Song Lingzhou had just begun to recover from his severe sickness, and he hadn't yet regained his energy. He appeared droopy and noticeably thinner, and the summer clothes made in spring hung loosely on his body.
"Your grandson has been unfilial, causing grandmother to worry." Song Lingzhou knelt on the ground, respectfully kowtowing to Song Ci, his voice somewhat hoarse.
Song Ci quickly called him to get up, instructing Chun Fen to help him up, and beckoned him to come forward. She held onto him to examine him closely.
"You've lost so much weight, your face looks so sharp." Song Ci caressed Song Lingzhou's cheek, her eyes full of distress, saying, "Good boy, you've truly suffered during this time."
