Underneath A Thousand Skies ✔️

92 Foster Son, Don't Be So Crazy (29)

Song Jia's expression became stagnant when she listened to Su Liang's reasonable words.

Could it be that she was overestimating Xiang Feng's abilities a little too much?

She remembered the first time they met. Wasn't Xiang Feng also in a dangerous situation back then, needing her to go and rescue him? Song Jia nibbled on her lower lip worriedly.

"Jia, the sky is already dark and we won't be able to search for him now. Let's go back to the inn. Maybe that brat's already waiting for us there," said Nian Shou.

They went back to the inn, but Xiang Feng was not there. Song Jia questioned the front desk clerk repeatedly, but he assured her that he had not seen a little boy wearing a mask come into the inn.

When Song Jia went back to their room, Su Liang had already taken a bath and was wearing new clothes. Nian Shou was preparing to go down and eat dinner.

When he saw her disappointed expression, he knew that she still hadn't foung Xiang Feng's whereabouts. Nian Shou went forward and grabbed her shoulders.

"Jia, we'll find him. But you have to sleep and eat first. How could you find that little brat if you don't take care of yourself? And he won't like it when he comes back and sees that you made yourself look like a ghost either."

Song Jia's face was pale. "Where could he have gone? What would I do if something happened to him? It's all my fault for leaving him...I promised him that I wouldn't leave him."

Song Jia had truly regarded Xiang Feng as her son. She wouldn't be able to relax until she was certain that he was safe.

"It's not your fault." Nian Shou was feeling helpless too. "Come on, let's go down and eat. Su Liang's feeling hungry too."

Song Jia glanced at the young girl, and saw that she kept her head bowed down while standing in the corner of the room. Song Jia straightened her back and forced out a smile, "Okay, let's go."

...

The next morning, the three of them scoured the medieval fair again. Song Jia had hired a few local inquisitors and even a bailiff to put up posters and search for a missing child.

Like this, two weeks passed.

It was only then that they got news about Xiang Feng. When Song Jia read the information that was delivered to her, she immediately abandoned what she was doing and ran to the location stated in the letter.

That had been an hour ago.

"Jia..."

Nian Shou wanted to step forward and comfort the kneeling girl in front of him, but ultimately, he didn't dare to. He could only continue to watch as Song Jia picked up a scorched mask with trembling hands. Not far away, a burned body about the same size as Xiang Feng was being covered by a coarse blanket.

Song Jia looked blankly at the familiar mask in her hands. These past few days, she thought about the possibility of Princess Bai Xue having found Xiang Feng. She thought it was her greatest fear, but she didn't realize that it could not even compare to the terror of seeing her foster son's corpse being laid out in front of her.

After a while, her lips opened to whisper, "Impossible...this must be a fake..."

With a blank expression, she walked forward and removed the blanket covering the corpse with a fling of her hand.

"Young miss...!"

"Jia!"

Song Jia ignored the alarmed shouts behind her and crouched down to study the charred corpse. Fingerprints were not a viable option. Neither dental identifical nor DNA could also help Song Jia, because she didn't have the machines needed to analyze these things. Instead, her fingers gently reached out and touched the left side of Xiang Feng's face.