Emperor Yongning has been joyful for many consecutive days, and the amount of food he consumes daily has suddenly increased a bit. Compared to ten days ago, his complexion looks much better, and he seems far from his previous dying state.
Imperial Concubine Hua, observing his gradual recovery, smiled and said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I've been coaxing you every day these past days, hoping that you could eat a little more and get healthier, but you couldn't ingest anything at all. Now, because of a single letter from Ah Ning, you're this happy. I don't understand; what's so magical about Ah Ning's letter?"
Imperial Concubine Hua teased: "Quickly tell me, so I can treat the problem correctly and have Ah Ning write more of such letters for you to read."
Emperor Yongning replied: "Not every letter from Ah Ning can bring me such joy."
Imperial Concubine Hua said: "I don't quite understand what Your Majesty means."
