"Miss Song went out after noon, and just now she sent someone back to say that she won't be back for dinner."

Xie Linzhou's previously gentle expression instantly darkened, and he asked in a cold voice, "You went out alone?"

"Yes, yes, he left with a young master surnamed Lin."

The man's brows were furrowed, his lips were pressed tightly together, his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were slightly white, and his eyes were frighteningly cold.

The people in the room dared not look up, their hands trembled slightly, and they swallowed hard.

One of the bolder ones stepped forward and asked, "Young master, shall we invite Miss Song back?"

"No need, set the table." His tone was calm, but those below knew that their master was very angry.

Song Ning went out without anyone with her today, and Lin Wenlu escorted her to the entrance of the General's Mansion.

"Alright, I've arrived. You can go back now. Be careful on the road."

After Lin Wenlu left, Song Ning had just stepped one foot through the gate when someone rushed out.

"Miss Song, you're finally back! Go check on him quickly. The young master is in a terrible temper; he refuses to eat or take his medicine."

Song Ning's expression hardened: "What's going on?" With that, she hurried toward the main courtyard.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I heard a loud crash from inside the house, followed by the servants' pleas for mercy and the sound of things being smashed.

Song Ning hurriedly went inside. The floor was a mess, and the servants were scrambling to clean it up.

Xie Linzhou was sitting half-upright on the bed, his face pale and his lips extremely white.

She's been gone all afternoon, what happened this time?

No one dared to approach. Song Ning first ordered someone to fetch a doctor, then quickly stepped forward and asked softly, "General Xie, what's wrong?"