By June, after a few more days of rest, Xia Tingfeng could finally get out of bed. After all, he was a man; once the wounds scabbed over, his life was out of danger. The Imperial Physician had prepared all sorts of tonics—Ginseng, Lingzhi, bird's nests, red dates, and whatnot—pampering him with a variety of supplements. In just over ten days, his complexion had improved significantly. He could walk, talk, and laugh, just like before. However, the Imperial Physician issued a strict order: no horseback riding and no martial arts. The wounds were too deep and would tear and bleed with any strain. Xia Tingfeng felt somewhat helpless but complied nonetheless.
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Upon hearing that he could walk, Zhao Junyao summoned him to the palace without delay.
In the Imperial Study Room, seeing the very much alive Xia Tingfeng appear before him, Zhao Junyao's heart was flooded with mixed emotions. It took him a while before he managed to force out a light-hearted comment.
