She had beaten a daughter-in-law of the Marquis Mansion's face into a pulp and tied up the Grand Dowager.
Mrs. Qiao wondered how Xiao Wu had managed it, but she also knew this had gone a bit too far.
She sat up straight, her tone softening considerably.
"Princely Heir, Qingrong's childbirth was perilous. Xiao Wu was a bit impulsive, but only because she was worried about her older sister."
After she finished speaking, Mrs. Qiao watched Lu Juan with a somber expression. Seeing his dark face and displeased look, she sighed inwardly.
No matter what, that was Lu Juan's own mother.
No son could see his own mother tied to a tree and remain indifferent.
Mrs. Qiao was a mother herself, and a daughter-in-law as well.
She glanced at Ji Bo Lian. Even if Old Mrs. Ji at home grew muddled, a son's love for his own flesh and blood was a bond that could never be broken.
They could walk away with a flourish, but in the future, Ji Qingrong still had to live in the Marquis Mansion...
