Gala hardly ate at noon, and now he was full of bitter taste in the soup.

Seeing the glutinous and fragrant porridge and exquisite side dishes, I actually attracted the greed from the illness. I tasted it and said, "Is it the fragrant porridge of grains? Thank you cousin." Then I turned to Tan, "My grandmother also tasted it. The fragrant porridge of grains is famous in the capital. Usually, you have to queue up to get it. My cousin must have thought of a way around."

Su Wei smiled and sat at the table. Seeing that she was eating sweetly, she felt happy.

When Yang Jian walked in, he was in the warmth of home again—

Gala was sitting on the couch for dinner. Tan sat with her, but was talking to Su Wei with a smile. Su Wei just heard from the window, saying an old lady, respectful and friendly, just like she followed Gala to call her grandmother. When she saw her, her posture was as casual as sitting at home.

He raised his hand to spare the maid's greetings from the door. Yang Jian's steps were lighter until he walked in and saw the situation inside through the curtain before he could make his heavy steps.

"Greetings to Your Highness." Tan saw it first and quickly got up to salute.

Su Wei also bounced up and saluted Yang Jian.

Both of them could see their feelings towards Gala from each other's behavior and attitudes. They usually reported and arranged various matters as monarchs and ministers. At this moment, they arrived near Gala's boudoir, and the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

Yang Jianhui walked in and glanced at him sideways, "Is everything done?"

"Report to Your Highness, the matter has been found out, and my subordinates have gone to the Ministry of Justice to inform you."

"What do you say about Mr. Han?"

"Let my subordinates go to the Ministry of Justice tomorrow morning."

Yang Jian nodded, and saw that Gala had half-leaved brocade quilt as if he was about to get up to salute, so he gave Hua Shang a look and said, "Give it aside."

Hua Shang stayed in Jianzhang Palace for half a year. From the night of the Dragon Boat Festival, Yang Jian brought back to Gala, as if he had a little bit of Yang Jian's "confidant". She was the one who took care of Gala's diet and daily life in the Nanxun Palace. Occasionally, Yang Jian gave instructions, but he didn't look at the maids, but only looked for Hua Shang. Hua Shang hoped that Gala would not be bullied in Jianzhang Palace, so he naturally obeyed Yang Jian. Over time, it became a habit.

This time Hua Shang didn't think about it. Before Gala got up, he helped her sit back.

Although Galali was spared, he was not lazy, "Greetings to His Highness."

The illness brought a little nasal sound, which made people feel soft and tender.

"I heard Yang Su say you are sick, come and have a look." Yang Jian walked closer and saw her look a little haggard and her eyes were not as bright as usual. He guessed that he caused the trouble when he took her out last night. In addition to pity, he felt a little guilty, "Are you better?"

"It's much better. You can recover after two days of rest. Thank you for your care." Galo replied.
Chapter completed!