By hip, I meant lower back/waist/hip area. Yeah, suck it up.

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　　In the Palace of Compa.s.sion and Tranquility. Xia Yuqing cringed at the sporadic groans. Her head hung so low it almost touched the floor.

　　G.o.d knows, it wasn't intentional! She'd just panicked and grabbed the maid at hand. Who knew they'd be so wimpy as to drop like a hat. And of course, how could anyone have predicted that a substantial figure would be beside the empress dowager at precisely that moment, and they'd fallen with the empress dowager and sprain her hip. Xia Yuqing silently faced the heavens—no choice but to say it—this must be divine justice!

　　"Mother, how do you feel? Can you move?" After the physician left, Feng Tingye sidled up apprehensively. His face was full of concern for the immobile Madam Zhangsun.

　　"Old, I've really gotten old. Just a little fall and I've hurt my hips. Hah, I've really gotten old." Madam Zhangsun wriggled her waist and discovered that it no longer hurt quite so much, however, she still couldn't bend it without much difficulty. The smile on her face cramped a little.

　　"Don't move anymore, mother. The imperial physician said that you've dislocated your hip and should stay in bed and recuperate properly." Feng Tingye chastened and hastily helped Madam Zhangsun to sit upright.

　　Madam Zhangsun chuckled. She glanced around a little apprehensively. "Where is she?"

　　"You mean Consort Qing?"

　　"You've already made her a consort? Seems like you really like her." Madam Zhangsun laughed lightly and said to her son.

　　Feng Tingye's expression changed. "Mother, she is a princess of the State of Xia. We must give them face."

　　"Give them face? To the point that you're willing to endure rumors of being impotent?"