Zhao Hanzhang returned to the Qingyi Pavilion, and finally, Uncle Cheng, who had been missing, came to find her. Upon seeing Zhao Hanzhang, he knelt to listen to her orders.
Zhao Hanzhang noticed his weary complexion, as if he had aged ten years overnight. She swiftly reached out to help him up and pointed to the wooden couch opposite the low table, saying, "Uncle Cheng, sit down and talk, and have something to warm your stomach."
She turned her head and instructed Ting He, "Go and bring another bowl of white porridge."
"Yes."
Uncle Cheng, seeing she was eating only a bowl of white porridge without even a dish of small side dishes, couldn't help but sigh, "Third Lady, please mourn but don't grieve excessively. Second Lady and Second Son still rely on you."
"I don't have much appetite either," Zhao Hanzhang asked, "The personnel arrangement for our house..."
