Because tomorrow is a rest day, Zhao Yao was in a good mood throughout his classes today. In the afternoon, after practicing the zither and finishing his lessons, he rushed out of Wende Hall like the wind, eager to return to Kunde Hall.
"Mother, I'll be back after dinner tomorrow," Zhao Yao said while packing his things. "Mother, is there anything you'd like me to buy for you?"
"Mother doesn't need anything, but whatever you want, just buy it," said Liang Zhaoyi, with a stern face, reminding Zhao Yao, "Don't eat too much, be careful not to upset your stomach, understand?" She worried that once her son left the palace, he would eat constantly and end up with a stomach ache. This had happened before, after all.
"Understood."
"Do you really understand?" Liang Zhaoyi, doubting his assurance, poked his forehead and said, "If you upset your stomach again, you won't be allowed out of the palace for the next three months."
