A peasant girl with a special ability uses herself and two wolves to escape famine!

"Old woman, think positively. She's willing to consider her reputation now and let the eldest son leave with dignity. In the future, we'll leave with dignity too. To be honest, I'm already very content."

The old lady was speechless. Yes, she had treated them even worse before, but she still couldn't do anything about it.

Now that someone is finally taking care of her son, why isn't she satisfied?

"Old man, I..."

"Alright, let's not talk about it anymore. I know what you're thinking, old woman. Try to think more positively. At first, I thought she was in a hurry to remarry, but judging from her actions today, I guess she just wants to stay with the child for the rest of her life. In that case, she's done right by our son. All the things that happened before were probably just some unpleasantness between the two of them, and she just couldn't think straight for a moment."

"Yes, I'll listen to you. I won't argue with him, I'll take good care of our son, and we'll live a good life."

The old man nodded, "It's good that you've figured it out, it's good that you've figured it out!"

After dinner, the First Lady brought her children to visit the former Prefect.

The two elderly people suddenly realized that they hadn't seen their eldest grandson for two or three months.

"Greetings, Father and Mother!"

"Grandchildren greet their grandfather and grandmother, and also greet their father."

"Good boy, good boy!"

"Father, how are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?"

The former prefect was seething with anger and didn't want to talk to his son, but then he thought that he didn't have many days left to live, so why bother arguing with a child? He was just blindly obedient to his wife.

"That's it, I reckon it won't last much longer."

Hearing this, the boy's eyes reddened. He had actually wanted to visit his father for a long time, but his mother said that his father had contracted the plague and that she was afraid of infecting him, so she wouldn't let him get close. Even when he occasionally came to pay his respects, he would only say a few words at the door.

Today, Mother told them that the doctor said Father is no longer contagious, and they can come to visit him.

But judging from Father's appearance, he didn't seem well. He was so thin he was unrecognizable, and he had no energy whatsoever. Mother hadn't lied to them; Father was indeed very ill and needed to rest. And the plague was truly frightening.

"Father, don't be discouraged. Take good care of yourself, and you will surely recover."

The former governor looked at his eldest son, and the concern in his eyes was genuine.

He looked much better when someone genuinely cared about him. "Have you fallen behind in your studies?"

“I haven’t missed a thing. Once Father recovers, you can examine me.”

It seems that this wretched woman still cares about her child's studies. That's good, that's good.

The First Madam stood quietly to the side, watching the loving father and filial son, feeling a pang of heartache. Fortunately, she hadn't made the same mistake again, and there was still a chance to make amends. Otherwise, when the children grew up, they would surely blame her.

After chatting for a quarter of an hour, the former prefect's exhaustion became undeniable, and he coughed incessantly. His wife, seeing his frail appearance, was somewhat alarmed. The doctor was right; he was dying. His demeanor truly suggested he was about to meet his ancestors at any moment.

"Alright, your father needs to rest, don't disturb him anymore."

The children, seeing his severe cough, unable to speak, his face flushed red, and looking like he was having trouble breathing, were quite frightened. They quickly excused themselves, telling him to rest properly, and sent someone to fetch a doctor immediately. It seems Mother's previous disciplining of their father was truly for his own good; his illness was truly terrifying.

The First Madam was also quite startled. How could this person suddenly become unwell? Although she also wanted him to die sooner, she didn't want him to die in front of her. She was guilty and afraid of having nightmares.

After the doctor arrived, he spent a long time inserting acupuncture needles before the coughing stopped. The children immediately got up to say goodbye, not daring to linger. As for their father, they secretly decided that it would be best to visit less often, so as not to disturb his recovery.

This time, the First Lady left the doctor behind to take care of the former governor personally.

"Mom, Father is really very ill." It feels like he won't make it through.

"Yes, from now on, this family will depend on you to support it."

The boy pursed his lips and nodded. He would study hard, even harder than before, so that his mother could have someone to rely on.

The room fell silent again. The former governor looked at the beams and pillars of the roof, tears streaming down his temples.

If he could, he truly wouldn't want to die. If he could do it all over again, even as a leisurely wealthy man, he would never set foot in officialdom. No, he would never set foot in a plague-stricken area, even if the Marquis held a knife to his throat.

He couldn't bear to leave his children and parents!