The father couldn't be said to be particularly good to them, nor could he be said to be particularly bad. They had what they should have, but if they wanted anything extra, they had to fight for it themselves.
The concubines vied for Marquis Weiyuan's favor, the illegitimate sons and daughters for Marquis Weiyuan's care. Even those regarded highly by Marquis Weiyuan never dared to cross the bottom line set by the Marquis's wife.
"They're growing up; they should have something in their hands. I've also prepared a portion for Shuyue. I'll send it over to you later, and you can give it to her then," he said.
The Marquis's wife raised an eyebrow, neither agreeing nor refusing.
A pair of clear and piercing beautiful eyes stared at Marquis Weiyuan.
Subconsciously, Marquis Weiyuan straightened his back. "By the way, how is she feeling? Has she improved?"
"She's better," replied the Marquis's wife softly.
She reached out to ladle the soup.
