Chapter 8 (1/2)

By hip, I meant lower back/waist/hip area Yeah, suck it up

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In the Palace of Coed at the sporadic groans Her head hung so low it almost touched the floor

God knows, it wasn't intentional! She'd just panicked and grabbed the maid at hand Who knew they'd be so wimpy as to drop like a hat And of course, how could anyone have predicted that a substantial figure would be beside the eer at precisely that er and sprain her hip Xia Yuqing silently faced the heavens—no choice but to say it—this must be divine justice!

”Mother, how do you feel? Can you ye sidled up apprehensively His face was full of concern for the iotten old Just a little fall and I've hurt led her waist and discovered that it no longer hurt quite so much, however, she still couldn't bend it without much difficulty The smile on her face cramped a little

”Don't move anymore, mother The imperial physician said that you've dislocated your hip and should stay in bed and recuperate properly” Feng Tingye chastened and hastily helped Madasun chuckled She glanced around a little apprehensively ”Where is she?”

”You ?”

”You've already made her a consort? Seehtly and said to her son

Feng Tingye's expression changed ”Mother, she is a princess of the State of Xia We ive them face”

”Give the to endure ruye said uncosun hed without a word After a while, she said, ”Let her leave first, IActually, what happened today wasn't all her fault, so you don't have to bla to the palace, and didn't think of her acting , so I sent people to invite her over I didn't think that I'd be interrupting her breakfast, leading her to be so weak fro that disaster I was also at fault”

Feng Tingye's eyebrows shot up with realization He secretly thought, Mother, it wasn't because your daughter-in-laeak froer, but rather that I, your son was too industrious last night