Therefore, when Jiang Hong went to the Plum Garden, he was followed by a pile of tonics.
Seeing all the items on the table, Jiang Peihuan was taken aback. She looked at Jiang Hong and couldn't help but ask, "Father, why are there so many tonics?"
"They are all gifts from the Emperor and the Empress."
"I'm not surprised the Emperor has given gifts since he and King Cheng have always been close. But why does the Empress's gift seem even more generous than the Emperor's?"
Jiang Peihuan was aware of the reason, but hearing Jiang Hong's words, she gently replied, "Xiao Nanye grew up in the palace, and the Empress took good care of him. I suppose it's out of happiness."
Hearing this, Jiang Hong said nothing more.
Jiang Hong looked at Jiang Peihuan with a smile, "Huan Er, for now, you should rest at home and stop distributing porridge. Leave such matters to your younger sister."
"Also, remember to send a letter to His Highness."
"I know."