Lady Taishi struggled to hide her anger and held Jiang Lai's hand, trembling.
"Lai Lai, since you came back this time, why didn't the Eighth Prince return with you?"
"His Highness had matters to attend to. I heard he seemed to be meeting with the Imperial Censor...or someone else—oh yes, Imperial Censor Zhou. He has important business to handle, and I'm just a woman, so naturally, I can't ask much."
"Imperial Censor Zhou..."
During dinner, Jiang Lai ate very little, which caused the lady much heartache.
"What's wrong? Are the homecooked dishes not to your taste?"
"Less oil, less salt, flavorless. I had tasty meals over there, and now coming back home to these, it's a bit hard to swallow."
The lady clenched her chopsticks tightly.
Those who have their private physicians know that a diet low in oil and salt, mild, and light can ensure robust health.
If one eats rich meats and heavy flavors every day, their body will become depleted.
