He was intimately familiar with Zhaoyang Palace. Whenever he came to play, Noble Princess Consort Rong never restricted him. She wasn't worried he would break her valuables; her only fear was that if he shattered some porcelain or gold, he might cut his small, tender hands. Thus, Xie Zhao picked a spot on the palace wall closest to the garden swing and, using the Light Body Technique his uncle Sikong Rui had taught him, easily leaped over.
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「Inside Zhaoyang Palace's garden.」
Since they parted on bad terms that night, the Emperor hadn't set foot in Zhaoyang Palace for over half a month. Other than the times he'd been sent away on assignment by the late Emperor, this was the longest Noble Princess Consort Rong had gone without seeing him since their marriage. She sat on the swing for a moment before feeling dizzy. 'This thing's rocking is giving me a headache. I have no idea why that little fatty loves sitting on it so much...' "Bring me a rocking chair."
