He walked to the door where Nangong Luoying was locked up and stopped.

When Granny Wang saw him return, she looked up at him with delight and saw him open the door and, before Nangong Luoying could react, directly press her pressure point to put her to sleep.

He hugged Nangong Luoying's slumped body and waved to Granny Wang.

Grandma Wang nodded, and before leaving, she made sure to close the door for him.

The man looked down at the woman in his arms, his lips pressed tightly together. Seeing her was causing him immense inner turmoil.

He placed Nangong Luoying on the bed and looked at her sleeping face through the moonlight. He reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her face. Only when she was fast asleep could he look at her like this.

Because he knew better than anyone else that the two of them could never be together, never in this lifetime.

Thinking of this, the man withdrew his hand, turned his back to Nangong Luoying, and after a while, he walked out.

However, he didn't lock the door after he left...

After watching him leave, Granny Wang silently walked over, glanced at him, sighed, and left as well.

The master's meaning was quite clear; he ultimately couldn't bear to part with her.

...

That night, Sang Jiang slept exceptionally well, whether because she was in a good mood or something else.

Sang Hongfu's courtyard was in an uproar.

Yang Liu lay on the bed with her face pale and her eyes closed, while Xiao Hui cried her heart out next to her.

The doctor looked at Sang Hongfu and sighed, "Prime Minister, the concubine has lost too much blood. I can only do my best to save her, but the child in her womb is definitely not going to survive. Please be prepared, Prime Minister."

Sang Hongfu glanced at Yang Liu. He had been considering whether to keep the child, and now that the child was gone, it was probably for the best. Thinking this, he nodded and said, "Okay, you must protect the adult."

The doctor nodded: "I will do my best."

After a busy night, Yang Liu finally survived, but she was still extremely weak.

She opened her eyes and saw Sang Hongfu standing beside her. Tears immediately streamed down her face: "Master."

Her voice was particularly weak, with a slight hoarseness.

Sang Hongfu saw that her tense face, which had been tense all night, relaxed a little when he saw that she was awake: "Liu'er, you're awake. How are you feeling? Is there anything wrong with you?"

Yang Liu shook her head, staring intently at Sang Hongfu: "Master, how is our child?"

As she spoke, she reached out and touched her stomach.

Sang Hongfu didn't answer her question, but awkwardly changed the subject: "Liu'er, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

Yang Liu shook her head and refused him: "Master, I am not hungry. Please tell me if my child is alright."

Sang Hongfu saw that she kept asking questions and didn't know how to answer them, so he remained silent.

Seeing his silence, Yang Liu understood what he meant. She slowly lay back down, staring intently at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face.

Sang Hongfu reached out and took her hand, gently comforting her: "Liu'er, it's alright, we can have another child in the future. What you need to do now is to take good care of your health."

Yang Liu closed her eyes and took a deep breath with all her might: "Does the master know who killed our child?"

Sang Hongfu paused slightly, then looked at Yang Liu and said gently, "I don't know yet, Liu'er, don't worry, I will definitely find the arsonist."