"Have someone send another letter. Tell them to say I'm on my deathbed and that unfilial son must hurry back to attend to me." Bai Yugang had thought of this too, and the indignation in his heart grew. With a son so estranged, he no longer wanted to maintain even a veneer of peace.
"Yes." The servant didn't dare to object and quickly accepted the task.
Only after everyone had left did Kuang Yunqiao enter, carrying a bowl of medicine.
"Marquis," she said, placing the medicine on a nearby table to cool. "You should rest more. Don't worry so much about the affairs of the mansion. What if we had Jingyang come and help you?"
At the mention of his second son, Bai Yugang's expression softened slightly. "Jingyang's examination is the priority right now. There's no need to bother him with such trivial matters.
As long as he earns an official rank, I'll swallow my pride and secure a promising future for him."
