Xie Jianyu had one solution to every ailment, and it was meditation.
Despite Mingyu's and Qingyun's pleas for him to just bundle up and sleep throughout the day, the Crown Prince stubbornly dragged himself to his favorite meditation spot and stayed there for an entire evening.
Thus, Lady Song, who despite her youthful appearance, was actually an elder lady who was pushing fifty years old, had to drag her pesky gown with her as she climbed the high steps that led to the bell tower.
"Mother, I can ask Jianyu to come down," Zhang Fengxi said for the umpteenth time. "You don't have to force yourself like this."
His words earned him a sharp glare from Lady Song.
"Don't look down at me, young man!" She snapped like an angry phoenix she was. "Your mother just needs to exercise more. Not that I do not exercise! I am a phoenix! I can fly up to where Little Xie is just fine. I just don't want to leave you behind!"
"...."
Sure.
