The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant-Chapter 662: So-Called Deep Maternal Love Is Just for Show?

"Madam, the Prime Minister has returned and is coming towards the main courtyard."

Song Ci swiftly turned around, her gaze skimming past the screen. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Madam Song also wanted to get up, so she stopped her.

"Lie down and don’t move. Since the eldest was only grazed by a stray arrow, it’s not a big deal. Your situation is more serious than his."

At these words, Madam Song felt a chill in her heart, suppressing her anxiety, she looked eagerly towards the screen.

"You wait here, I’ll go and have a look." Song Ci was afraid that Song Zhiyuan might storm in covered in blood, and frighten Madam Song, who had just calmed down, so she walked outside.

Seeing Madam Song’s face full of worry, Lin Qing comforted her, saying: "Madam, do not worry. The Prime Minister is blessed and will be fine. Rather, you should focus on nurturing the baby with peace of mind."

Madam Song sighed: "Doctor Lin, you don’t understand. Recently, things have been unfavorable, and I’ve been scared. Especially since the Prime Minister is the pillar of the Song Family, he absolutely must not have any problems."

To her and the Song Family, he was more important than anyone, including the little one yet to take form in her womb.

If he were to fall, the Song Family would be ruined.

Lin Qing smiled gently and said: "Although things are unfavorable now, haven’t you also ushered in a new dawn here? Once he recovers, everything will turn for the better."

She lightly brushed over Madam Song’s abdomen.

Madam Song felt grateful in her heart and nodded to her.

...

Song Zhiyuan arrived at the main courtyard and saw his elderly mother standing shakily under the veranda, looking out anxiously. His heart tightened.

Raising children for a hundred years, one worries for ninety-nine. He had caused his mother worry.

Song Ci, however, breathed a sigh of relief. Her clever son was still in one piece and didn’t need to be carried home on a stretcher, proving that his injury wasn’t severe.

Thank goodness, it’s all right.

If her clever son had perished, this story would have ended prematurely in a disastrous way, and it would be impossible for her to return to the modern day. She feared the original old lady would send her soul scattering with a slap, forcing her to be reborn.

"Mother." Song Zhiyuan approached, feeling deeply apologetic.

Song Ci examined him from head to toe and asked, "Where are you injured? Have your wounds been treated, and where is the Imperial Physician?"

Song Zhiyuan looked at his left upper arm, which was already bandaged, and said: "It’s only a light injury, I’m fine. There’s no need for you to worry, Mother."

"Hmm, as long as you’re not dead, then it’s fine." Song Ci was reassured.

Song Zhiyuan: "..."

All the emotion was misguided.

Is this the so-called deep mother-son affection? Nothing more than a facade.

"Big brother, wait for me at least." Song Zhicheng panted as he chased after, dragging the elderly Imperial Physician, exclaiming: "You’re supposed to be injured, how can you run faster than me?"

Who in the world is really injured here.

Song Zhiyuan put on a stern face and said: "Don’t make a fuss. I’m fine. Take the Imperial Physician inside and let him have a cup of tea first. I’m going to see your sister-in-law."

The Imperial Physician nearly shed tears of frustration; when the second master of the Song Family dragged him over, he said it was a matter of life and death urgency. Is this what he meant by urgent?

Taking advantage of his old age to deceive him?

The little rascal, not an ounce of respect for the elderly!

Song Ci stopped him and said: "Your wife is still undergoing acupuncture, don’t go and frighten her."

Song Zhiyuan’s pupils shrank, "Acupuncture?"

"She is pregnant. But Lin Qing examined her, and the fetus is a bit unstable, requiring care to maintain the pregnancy." Song Ci pointed at his bandaged arm: "Although you haven’t suffered a major injury, it’s best to clean up your appearance, carefully treat the wound, and be fresh and clean when you go. After all, you’ve just been through an assassination attempt, and who knows what kind of filth you’ve brought back from outside."

Song Zhiyuan: "..."

The stray arrow didn’t hurt, but his mother’s disdain pierced him right in the heart.