Zhao Zhongyu has been in a bad mood ever since his conversation with Zhao Hanzhang. He forced a smile, saying: "Your uncle is ill. I've asked him to rest in his room."
He turned to look at his grandson standing obediently and said, "Dalang, why are you just standing there? You see your sister but won't greet her? Earlier you said you hadn't seen Third Lady for a long time and missed her."
Zhao Yi snapped back to reality and quickly bowed to Zhao Hanzhang, "Third sister, it's been so long since we last met. How have you been?"
"I'm doing well," Zhao Hanzhang said with some concern, seeing Zhao Yi looking a bit haggard. "Big brother doesn't look well. Are you ill?"
Zhao Yi shook his head, "It's just a little fright, nothing serious."
Zhao Hanzhang sighed in relief, "That's good. I have a soothing remedy. I'll have Ting He copy it and send it to you later. I find it quite effective; two doses should do the trick."
