The Ungrateful Scholar 3

"Mother," the frail voice of Qiao Fufeng sounded out.

Having just extended his hand from under the weighty blankets, it was swiftly pushed back by The main husband Qiao.

"You've caught a chill. Keep your hand tucked away," The main husband Qiao insisted, firmly securing the edge of the blanket.

"And don't plead for mercy for them. They followed you outside, yet couldn't protect you. Based on this, they deserve death!"

"It's not their fault. I misjudged Lv Changjia, but without evidence for this matter, no one would believe me..."

Qiao Fufeng's eyes dropped as he sighed softly.

"Mother believes in you."

Qiao Jingyun, sitting by the bedside, gently caressed his forehead. "It doesn't matter. All Lv Changjia wants is to marry the Third Princess. I won't make his dream come true."

"Mother..."

Qiao Fufeng's voice caught in his throat. "Mother, can I go to the ancestral temple?"

"Impossible!"