Censor Zhang was puzzled. "May I ask His Majesty what it is?"
Gu Yihan didn't answer him.
However, after the meeting ended, Gu Yihan bestowed him with a bitter gourd.
Censor Zhang held the bitter gourd in his hand and stood outside the hall. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly burst into tears.
"His Majesty even knows that I'm getting heaty. In the future, I'll work hard to do whatever I can to share His Majesty's burdens and do my best until I die!"
His colleagues patted Censor Zhang's shoulder as if they were looking at a fool and left.
The weather was clear today.
Although it was late autumn, the material of the dress Gu Nuo'er was wearing was special and she didn't feel cold at all.
Her dress was orange-red like maple leaves, making her fair face look even more delicate like white porcelain.
Her big watery eyes were like two black gems.
