Reality is as cruel as her helplessness.
That night, Zhao Junyao still did not take her out.
She had dinner alone.
Xia Ruqing huffed and puffed, ran to bed, and sulked to sleep.
Guangnan's September was still hot, the Crimson-Purple Patterned Canopy around the bed wrapped in thin silk.
Through the curtains, she gazed at the bright moon outside the window, her heart concerned for her children far away and Zhao Junyao, who was out.
Suddenly Xia Ruqing felt like an old hen guarding its nest.
She suddenly had a strong sense of crisis.
Years of idleness had led to everyone wishing to cage her every time danger arose.
Not allowing her to suffer a bit of harm.
Unfortunately...her pride got in the way, always wanting to cause some trouble outside.
So melancholic!
Xia Ruqing was heartbroken: Truly, you can't be a rice bug!
If you want to go out, you must know a bit of something!
Xia Ruqing thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what she knew besides eating.
