"There are... so many birds in the tea garden..."
Qi Yutai stared into the void, as if he could see an invisible silk painting that others couldn't, murmuring, "And that old man, he and the Light-vented are watching me... with bleeding eyes... Dad!" He suddenly became terrified, grabbed the blanket with one hand, buried his head in it, and started raving, "There are ghosts, the ghosts of the Yang Family have come!"
"Get away——"
He began to scream and curse in panic, and two servants hurried over to restrain him as much as they could.
Qi Qing looked down at the bloody imprint his son had suddenly made on his wrist and let out a heavy sigh.
"Young Master... seems to show no signs of improvement..." the Steward said apprehensively.
Despite the passing time, Qi Yutai still spoke in delirium, showing not the slightest bit of improvement.
Qi Qing shook his head.
