It's good to exchange marriages. My sister eats coarse food while I wear gold and silver.

Madam Wan Ning smiled and said, "Although I don't like hypothetical questions like this, I can answer you that if one day Lu Jiang's concubine suddenly shows up with a child, I will definitely take good care of them and give them the best food, clothing and other necessities."

Yuan Buwei remembers this kind of behavior, and her senior sister can explain it clearly with one word: "praising to death".

"You just haven't really encountered my situation, so whatever you say is fine."

"No, no, no." Madam Wanning shook her head. "Madam Ling, I am actually the same as you. I cannot tolerate any injustice. You and I are both mistresses. As long as you let her know that she can show off in front of you because she has the master's support, but she can't be with the master all the time, right? Everyone in the Ling Mansion still listens to your orders. Not to mention your orders, even if you don't, the servants will do everything they can to make things difficult for them in order to please you. Then you can punish a few stubborn servants in public to win her favor and let her know that after entering the mansion, she has to live under you. If she is obedient, you can turn a blind eye. If she is disobedient, you can just design a solution for her. Why do you have to make yourself like this and become estranged from General Ling?"

It was like a blow to the head, making Mrs. Ling's head buzz.

Actually, it's not her fault. Her biological mother died early, and the sister-in-law her older brother married was also weak and frail. She spent all day having fun with her brother. Under this influence, she felt that after marrying her husband, she should write poetry and be happy and carefree.

But she forgot the responsibilities she should bear as the mistress of the Ling Mansion.

"A smart woman will never quarrel with her master, because in this world, men are the king. No matter how much you quarrel, you can't change the world. And after the incident, you took your son away. This is also the stupidest thing you did."

"I, I just want my son not to be like his father. I've already lost my husband, I can't lose my son again." Mrs. Ling leaned on her son with a feeling of grievance. "Whenever I close my eyes now, I can see the master and that orphan girl. They are coming to take my life."

"Your son is still the blood of the Ling family. If you force him to stay by your side, not only will it delay his future, it will also affect his future marriage. Think about it, if you have a daughter, would you be willing to marry her to someone who not only has a messy family, but also a mother-in-law who is always trying to snatch her husband away from her?"

Madam Wanning thought she had made herself clear, but Madam Ling started crying again, which gave her a headache: "Do you really think that the Ling family can't bring you to justice for what you did? That's all for your son's sake. To put it bluntly, as soon as your son dies, the Ling family will come to arrest you and take you to the Dali Temple. You might even implicate your father, brother, and sister-in-law."

"I didn't, I just... I just..."

"In fact, you know in your heart that you must pay a price for doing something wrong, and the mess you have made is too big. You also know that the Ling family cares about your son, but you selfishly tied him to your side and made him suffer the harm you brought to him again and again. General Ling is his father. Every year on the anniversary of General Ling's death, you don't let your son burn a stick of incense for his father. Madam Ling, you are in the mud yourself, but you still drag your son down. If your son was not kind, filial and considerate by nature, he would have returned to the Ling family long ago."

Madam Ling shuddered, and looked up at her son in disbelief: "Yuan'er, you came back last night and told me that you wanted to go to the battlefield. Is it because you hate me and want to stay away from me that you want to go to the battlefield?"

When Lady Wanning Marquis heard this, she was almost angry to death.

Yuan Buwei, who had been staring at her, hurriedly grabbed her arm and said, "Mother-in-law, you have said everything you need to say. Whether Madam Ling listens or not is up to her. Besides, Madam Ling has her own path to walk. It's not good for us to interfere too much."

"That's right. If I didn't want to see Jiuyuan's life wasted, why would I waste my breath talking to Madam Ling about this?" Madam Wanning pressed the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief. "Madam Ling, you talk to your son. We'll leave first."

Done.

Mrs. Wanning waited for a while, and everyone in the front hall left.

"Mom, please sit here."

After the people walked away, Ling Jiuyuan pulled his mother to sit down, squatted beside her, took out the handkerchief he carried with him and wiped her tears.

"Yuan'er, do you feel that your mother is a burden to you?" As soon as Mrs. Ling said this, tears started to fall.

"No."

"You are lying!"

Mrs. Ling suddenly pushed her son away, stood up, pointed at his nose and scolded: "You are just like your father, always saying something to deceive me! Everyone can see that I have delayed you, but you still want to lie to me."

Ling Jiuyuan, who was pushed and staggered, clenched the handkerchief in his hand.

He knew that his mother was sometimes lucid and sometimes confused, and maybe because he looked too much like his father, his mother sometimes mistook him for her father.

Once, twice... countless times.

He is also a human being and he also feels tired sometimes.

But the other person is the mother who gave birth to you and raised you.

To whom can Ling Jiuyuan confide his distress and grievances?

"Why am I so miserable? You are just like your father. You don't understand me. What's the point of living?"

Perhaps because Mrs. Wanning Marquis's wife saw through her thoughts, Mrs. Ling became extremely excited all of a sudden. She looked at the wall in front of her and rushed forward without saying a word.

"Mother!"

Ling Jiuyuan was horrified and hurried forward. When his mother hit the wall, he grabbed her and said, "Mother, please don't do this. I...I promise you, I won't go to the war. I won't go to the war."

The wife of Marquis Wanning, who was listening outside the door, was so angry that she almost tore the handkerchief in her hand.

"I've said so much for nothing. How could Mrs. Ling be so selfish?"

Yuan Buwei frowned. Madam Ling's situation was indeed very tricky, so she thought for a moment and said, "Mother, I'll send a pigeon to Senior Sister. She has more experience than me in treating patients like this. If Madam Ling can stabilize her emotions after taking the medicine, maybe Master Ling can go on the expedition on time. Anyway, it will take some time to prepare now."

Madam Wan Ning nodded: "Okay, then I'll have to trouble your senior sister."

"It doesn't matter. We are all here to save lives. Senior Sister will agree."

After Yuan Buwei returned to her own courtyard, she first sent a pigeon message to her senior sister, and then got some tranquilizers, which she personally delivered to Ling Jiuyuan.

Mrs. Ling, who had just made a fuss, had now fallen asleep leaning on her son's shoulder.