Chapter 1690: Prophecy Fulfilled with a Word

When Madam Lu woke up, the face she saw was Mama Zhou’s. She tugged at the corner of her mouth and said, "Mama, I just had a nightmare."

As soon as she said this, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

Mama Zhou sobbed aloud, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

Oh, her madam, she’s so pitiful. She’s only a few years old and already widowed, it’s too bitter.

"Mama, why are you crying?" Madam Lu slowly got up, noticing that all her hair accessories were gone, even her favorite golden hairpin had been removed and replaced with a silver hairpin.

"Madam, what are you going to do?" Mama Zhou held her tightly and cried bitterly.

Madam Lu was somewhat at a loss, wanting to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, tears streamed freely.

Her heart ached terribly.

"Mother." Song Lingzhou cried as he rushed in.

Madam Lu saw him dressed in white, and her eyes were instantly pained. She had never scolded her son, but at this moment she shouted sternly, "How dare you! Who told you to dress like this? Hurry up and change back!"

"Mother, father, father’s coffin is reaching the mansion gate." Song Lingzhou knelt down.

Madam Lu trembled: "Be quiet, what nonsense are you talking about? Are you cursing your father?"

Song Lingzhou began to cry.

Mama Zhou embraced Madam Lu and cried, "Madam, the dead cannot come back to life, you need to restrain your grief and gather your strength."

Madam Lu turned abruptly towards her, her gaze extremely chilling, raising goosebumps on one’s skin.

But Mama Zhou didn’t mind, she just said, "Madam, the master is about to return to the mansion, as the main wife, you have to go greet him."

"You all have gone mad, completely mad. Zhiqing is still fine; he’s only ruined, and you all said he’s dead; you’re all crazy." Even though she hated Song Zhiqing, she had said she wished he were dead, but that was just talk in the heat of the moment.

But now, everyone says he’s dead?

Madam Lu’s head buzzed. She murmured, "This must be a dream, surely a dream. I’ll wake up after a little more sleep. That’s right, I need to wake up."

She was about to lie back down.

Song Ci walked in and said, "Lu, get up."

"Mother, you’ve come too?"

Song Ci’s eyes were slightly red, she sighed, "Tidy yourself up and go welcome the third son, he has returned."

He has returned.

Madam Lu’s body shook violently, staring blankly at Song Ci, her tears flowing endlessly.

"Change her clothes," Song Ci looked at Mama Zhou, then she herself leaned on Nan Shan’s hand and walked out, letting out a long sigh.

She had been talking casually before, but in a twist of fate, her words came true. He was really hacked to death by rioters?

Not even her unlucky mouth was this accurate.

Madam Lu was assisted by Mama Zhou to change into white mourning clothes, with a silver hairpin in her hair, all makeup washed off her face, her eyes vacant, and she had to be supported by two servant women to walk.

A group of people headed outside the mansion.

Madam Lu tried desperately to raise her eyes and saw that the mansion had already hung lanterns for mourning, and all the servants had changed into mourning clothes. In one courtyard white banners fluttered.

There, facing west, was where the mourning hall could be set up.

Madam Lu’s heart felt like it was being cut with a knife, bloody, unbearably painful.

White, a sea of white, stung her eyes.

This wasn’t a dream; it was real, Song Zhiqing, that scoundrel, really was gone.

Madam Lu forced herself to hold back her grief. Until she saw a coffin, she cried out loud and threw herself onto it, opened it with her bare hands, and upon seeing the lifeless body inside, she spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Song Zhiqing, you bastard!"

Madam Lu screamed in pain and fainted again.