"What?!" Ignoring the pain in her body, Yu Linlang suddenly stood up from the ground and looked at the servant who had run to her with trembling eyes. "What did you just say?!"
Another bolt of lightning struck, making Yu Linlang's face as pale as a ghost.
"Madam has passed away!" The page boy cried and fell to his knees.
Yu Linlang turned her head and glanced at the closed door with hatred.
If Shen Yeyin hadn't been so heartless and saved her mother earlier, her mother would definitely not have died!
Suppressing the monstrous hatred in her heart, Yu Linlang decisively turned around and plunged into the rain.
At this moment, Song Lingyun's room was filled with cries.
The maidservants and old women who usually served Song Lingyun kneeled in front of the bed and wept.
The air was filled with the smell of blood. On the bed, Song Lingyun was lying flat, the bedding beneath her stained with large patches of blood.
