Phoenix Pavilion.
Seeing Phoenix sitting in the pavilion in a daze, Sheng Xinhua sighed softly, walked over, wrapped her arms around Phoenix's shoulders, and smiled, "It's been a long time since we've exercised. How about we go play some tennis?"
Phoenix shook her head and said, "You go. I'll rest for a while."
"Rest for what? You've been cooped up at home these past few days, nearly growing moldy. Come on, get moving, sweat it out, your mood might get better." Sheng Xinhua took Phoenix's hand, trying to pull her to the court to swing a few rackets.
Tennis is also a high-confrontation sport. With their level of expertise, if they truly chased the score, it would become intensely exhilarating, a delight inside and out.
Tang Fei had not restricted Phoenix's personal freedom; within the Phoenix Palace, she could move about freely.
As long as she didn't leave the Phoenix Palace, it would be fine.
It wasn't to hold her hostage, but purely out of concern for her safety.
