As Song Juncai sat in the carriage, feeling the pain all over his body, he remained absolutely certain that the woman he had cherished all his life would never do anything to betray him, especially not twice!

And Song Ruo'an, the apple of his eye that he cherished his whole life, would certainly not be a bastard like Song Xizhi!

As Song Juncai thought to himself, he clenched his teeth even tighter.

When the carriage slowly came to a stop, he lifted the curtain and saw the familiar Song residence. The gate was deserted, and everyone coming and going had a gloomy expression on their face. His breath caught in his throat at that moment.

Song Juncai didn't dare to think too much. He stiffly got off the carriage, grabbed a gatekeeper, and asked urgently, "Where is Madam? Where is Young Master?"

"How is my child? Is he alright?!"

Sensing Song Juncai's actions, the gatekeeper was overwhelmed with sorrow. He shook his head at Song Juncai's pitiful state, his eyes filled with sympathy.

"Master! Master!"

"You're too late! Madam is in excruciating pain, and the young master couldn't be saved; he's gone! The old lady and madam are both in their bedroom now; you must go and see them quickly!"

As the servant's mournful voice faded, Song Juncai felt a loud thud in his ear, as if something had collapsed.

At that moment, his whole body began to feel cold, the chill spreading from the soles of his feet to his entire body, almost freezing his blood. It felt as if there were thousands of tiny thorns in his veins, trying to cut him to pieces.

Song Juncai just stood there blankly, the smile that had just appeared on his lips. He kept shaking his head stiffly, unable to even take a step.

"Impossible! Impossible! Doctor Li, it's not that my son is strong; even though the mother is old, could she really hold on for three more days?"

"Today is only the second day at most, how could it be a miscarriage?!"

Hearing the heavy sobs in Song Juncai's voice, the servant almost shed tears as well. He watched as Song Xizhi slowly walked in from outside the door, and his eyes instantly filled with hatred.

He pushed Song Juncai forward, then gritted his teeth and said, "Master! Madam was murdered! Young Master was murdered too!"

"You'll understand in a moment! Let's go see Madam first! She's lost her child and is practically contemplating suicide!"

Upon hearing this, Song Juncai shuddered violently for some reason.

Adding to that, he had just been pushed by the servant, and he staggered and fell to the ground like a rag.

The profound words spoken by the Divine Physician Rihua echoed in Song Juncai's ears, and the servant's gnashing hatred seemed to form a closed loop with those words.

He suddenly whimpered a few times, then scrambled to his feet and staggered toward the bedroom.

Standing behind Song Juncai, Song Xizhi, though he hadn't fully heard their conversation, knew what had happened from the scene inside the Song residence.

So she followed Song Juncai toward the bedroom.

The servant who had been standing at the door, seeing Song Xizhi's actions and recalling the doctor's diagnosis, felt a surge of hatred welling up inside him.

"Your wife's child was murdered! And you still show no remorse!"

"Do you know how long the master has longed for this son? You will surely be punished for your viciousness!"

After angrily uttering these words, the servant closed his eyes indignantly, awaiting Song Xizhi's punishment.

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi merely smiled slightly: "Yes, Zhao Qianlan's child was murdered. Song Juncai has longed for this son for over ten years, and someone is about to face retribution."

After saying this, she went straight to Zhao Qianlan's bedroom.

The servant was taken aback by Song Xizhi's calm voice. When he opened his eyes again, only a faint medicinal fragrance remained at the tip of his nose.

As soon as Song Xi stepped into the bedroom, he heard two heart-wrenching cries.

Zhao Qianlan had just lost her child, and she cried bitterly and plaintively. She lay on the bed with a pale face, which made people feel sorry for her.

Song Juncai just stood there blankly by the bed, his expression and reaction completely blank.

Old Madam Song thought he was overwhelmed with grief and had lost his mind, so when she saw Song Xizhi, she rushed forward without hesitation and began hitting and scolding him.

"You slut! You little wench! You good-for-nothing! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

"Qianlan's child is gone! It was a fully formed male fetus! I've summoned doctors from all over the capital to examine it! They all say that a pregnant woman's urine doesn't help stabilize the fetus!"

"So you killed the child! You fed Qianlan urine, you caused Qianlan to miscarry!"

As soon as Old Madam Song stepped forward, she was stopped by Siqin, but she still relentlessly beat and cursed Song Xizhi, her eyes filled with such vicious hatred that it seemed she wanted to tear Song Xizhi to pieces.

"No wonder you went up the mountain so readily! You little slut, you hold such a grudge, yet you still serve Qianlan, all because you want to ruin my grandson!"

"Are you trying to ruin the Song family?! You were born to be a worthless piece of trash, I'll make you pay with your life!"

Song Xizhi stood ramrod straight, his calm gaze fixed on Song Juncai.

Song Juncai didn't say a word, as if his eyes had lost focus.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Qianlan also wriggled a few times on the bed, hurriedly went to the bedside and grabbed Song Juncai's robe, crying in utterly miserable way:

"Our child! My husband, our son is gone! You must avenge him!"

"I don't want to live anymore! I don't want to live anymore! I just want that vile woman to pay with her life, to bring back my child... my husband... my son!"

Upon hearing this, Song Juncai let Zhao Qianlan tug at his clothes, feeling pain all over his body.

He slowly lowered his eyes, looking down at Zhao Qianlan, observing her sorrowful expression, and simply asked indifferently:

"I want to know, who is your husband? And whose son did you give birth to?"

Everyone was stumped by Song Juncai's question!

Even Old Madam Song's pupils dilated suddenly, and she turned her head in disbelief: "Jun Cai! What are you talking about?"

Meanwhile, the renowned physician Rihua, standing beside Song Xizhi, had long been unable to bear the farce unfolding before him.

Everyone present could arbitrarily frame Song Xizhi, and beat or scold him, which shows what kind of life Song Xizhi had lived in the Song family for more than ten years.

So she said calmly, "A pregnant woman's urine does not help stabilize the fetus."

"But if a doctor finds that the pregnant woman's pregnancy has stabilized after she drinks the woman's urine, it must be because the woman has also taken other elixirs that have stabilized her pregnancy."

"If the pregnancy is stable, it is impossible to miscarry for no reason. Therefore, a skilled doctor can tell the difference between a natural miscarriage and a medical abortion."