Jiang Ning glanced at him, feeling inexplicably guilty.
After all, he had been locked up in the Prison of Court of Judicial Review for more than two months entirely because of her. Although the Prime Minister's Mansion had been taking care of him, she had never visited him.
It seemed somewhat heartless.
But Huang Ying, fearing that they might become distant again, hastily explained, "Your Highness, please don't misunderstand. Our Princess Consort has been bedridden and unable to move for the past two months. It's only in the past few days that she's been able to take a few steps."
Li Hongyuan's gaze fell on her legs.
She was wearing a light blue skirt, stepping on a pair of delicate blue embroidered shoes of the same color, embellished with tiny pearls. The ensemble was exquisite.
Of course, her legs were hidden beneath the skirt.
"Can you walk?" he asked.