The General's Little Peasant Wife

Ling Luo didn't expect the situation to be this serious.

"As long as my child can be cured, just name your price." No matter what, Ling Luo didn't want anything to happen to his child.

The physicians looked at each other and said: "We can only do our best."

They couldn't guarantee a complete recovery. After all, the child's fever was unattended for too long.

"We have to find a way to reduce the child's temperature first." Ling Luo was worried about his child lying in bed and his eyebrows wrinkled tightly.

"Yes, of course." The physicians answered Ling Luo, then they began to busy themselves.

While the physicians got busy, Ling Luo watched his child and Xiao Zi Xuan, who was sitting by the bed.

Although this woman had many bad points, she looked really tired at this moment. Her eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, as if something was bothering her.

He massaged his eyebrows, perhaps this woman wasn't so unbearable after all.

"Don't worry, the child will be fine." Unknowingly, Ling Luo suddenly went to comfort Xiao Zi Xuan.

Xiao Zi Xuan was stunned. She turned to look at Ling Luo. Upon making eye contact, she quickly looked away. He smiled to himself and returned his gaze to look at the child.

Looking at the child's red cheeks and dry lips, and his crying from time to time, Xiao Zi Xuan felt her heart aching. If she could, she really wanted to take the child's place to suffer the pain.

She used a small spoon to damp some warm water on the child's lips. She had been doing this since she brought the child back with her.

Every time Xiao Zi Xuan saw the child's uncomfortable appearance, she hated her mother-in-law. How could she do this to a child?

She said that she didn't know, but that was obviously just an excuse. That woman had several servants with her at all times. How could she not notice the child having a fever?

She even let the child experience a fever for such a long time.

"Young Master, erm… Old Mistress…" Ming Fang suddenly came in and whispered something in Ling Luo's ear. Xiao Zi Xuan couldn't hear very clearly.

However, she knew that woman certainly didn't mean well.

Ling Luo frowned. He looked at his wife and child, and said: "I have to go for a while. I'll be back."

Then he ignored Xiao Zi Xuan's glare and left.

After Ling Luo arrived at his parent's courtyard, several of his concubines were chatting with his mother.

"Old Mistress, I heard that the child is having a fever, so bad that he might not be able to survive." One of them carefully looked at the person of a higher title and said with some hesitation.

Upon hearing this, the other person at the side, slightly raised her lips: "Right, and that child's mother is really busy at this moment. I heard that she was also very furious."

The Marquise listened to those women chattering among themselves and she became gloomy.

After all, that child was still her grandson. Because of her, no one knew whether or not the child would survive.

"Enough, shut up. Instead of saying all of this, it's better that you think about how to make my son favor you so that you can bear a child soon." The Marquise slammed the table heavily and said with anger.

These women were a bunch of rubbish. It had almost been a year, but none were pregnant.

"Mother, what is it that you call me for?" Ling Luo didn't want to listen to the conversation anymore. He stormed in and frowned impatiently.

When the Marquise noticed Ling Luo coming over, her anger dissipated and was replaced by a thick sense of affection.

"Luo'er, you're here."

"What's the matter, Mother? If there's nothing, then I'll return to look after my child." Ling Luo frowned.

Upon hearing this, the Marquise's eyebrows wrinkled: "Your son won't die anyway. Why would you want to see the child when it's better to just have another one as quickly as possible."

This made Ling Luo angry: "What are you talking about, Mother? That child's not only the young master of Ling Residence, but also the young master of Xiao Residence. If anything happens to him, do you think that the Xiao Residence would let us off easily?"

His mother was usually quite observant, so why couldn't she see that? What did she mean by the child wouldn't die anyway? Didn't she love this child a lot? How could she say such a thing now?

Ling Luo glanced at the women around his mother.

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