But Qingqing's leg had not yet healed.
A twisted ankle, a bruised leg—such injuries don't mend so easily, Zhao Junyao thought. Once she recovered, he was determined to make up for all the time they had restrained themselves.
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On the second day of the second lunar month, the day of "Longtaitou" or "Dragon Raising its Head."
It was a rare day of leisure in the palace.
At Zhao Junyao's command, he took all his wives, major and minor, to the South Garden.
They hadn't visited to offer sacrifices before New Year's. Now, with the warmth of spring and blooming flowers, they couldn't miss it.
Xia Ruqing's legs were still injured, making movement very difficult for her.
Fortunately, the Ministry of Internal Affairs had skillful craftsmen who had fashioned a wheeled chair for her.
Though it lacked the full functionality of modern ones, it was still quite convenient.
Early in the morning, the carriage procession waited at the palace gates.
