"Send another letter. Tell him I'm critically ill and order that unfilial son to rush back and tend to me." Bai Yugang had also thought of this point, his heart filled with indignation. He no longer even wanted to maintain a facade of peace with an estranged son.
"Yes, sir." The subordinates didn't dare to argue and hurriedly agreed.
Once everyone had withdrawn, Kuang Yunqiao finally walked in carrying a bowl of medicine.
"Marquis," she said, placing the medicine on a side table to cool. "You should rest more and stop worrying so much about the Marquis Mansion's affairs. Why not let Jingyang come over and help you?"
At the mention of his second son, Bai Yugang's expression softened slightly. "Jingyang's provincial exam this time is the main priority. There's no need to bother him with trivial matters.
"As long as he secures an official rank, I will even throw away my dignity to beg for a good future for him."
