Nan Zhiyun had never seen Yu Jingchen like this before. Although he was smiling, he gave off a strange sense of danger.

“Your Majesty…” Nan Zhiyun’s voice trembled slightly.

"Nan Zhiyun, it's too late. You've realized your mistake too late. I will never let you go now." Yu Jingchen pulled her to her feet.

Nan Zhiyun's face paled upon hearing Yu Jingchen's words. Her understanding of "absolutely no way to let him go" stemmed from the assumption that Yu Jingchen would act the same way as before...

"Your Majesty..." Nan Zhiyun said in fear.

Yu Jingchen took in the fear on Nan Zhiyun's face, and his heart ached as well.

"Nan Zhiyun, don't hide from me, I really don't like it..." Yu Jingchen's fingers gently traced Nan Zhiyun's face. Nan Zhiyun's body trembled with fear.

"Everyone, step back," Yu Jingchen said to the servants around him.

Qianxia looked at Yu Jingchen with some worry, so she didn't dare leave Nan Zhiyun here alone.

"Your Majesty... Consort Jieyu, she..." Qianxia originally wanted to speak up for Nan Zhiyun, but Yu Jingchen didn't have that much patience right now.

"Get out of here right now if you don't want to die!" It's good that Yu Jingchen didn't kill him on the spot.

Seeing Yu Jingchen's furious expression, Qianxia dared not go out.

"Qianxia, ​​get out." Although Nan Zhiyun was scared, there was no use for Qianxia to stay here, so it was better to get out to avoid Yu Jingchen actually dealing with her later.

“Yes…” Qianxia knew she couldn’t be of much help, and besides… as an observer, she actually had a vague feeling that His Majesty didn’t mean it that way…

After Qianxia withdrew, Nan Zhiyun finally spoke: "Your Majesty..."

"Nan Zhiyun, don't let me hear any words that displease me." Yu Jingchen interrupted Nan Zhiyun before she could finish speaking, his tone carrying a warning.

Nan Zhiyun dared not utter a sound, fearing she might truly anger Yu Jingchen.

"Nan Zhiyun, I can tell you, those words you just said are the last time I hope you will say them. Don't let me hear them again, otherwise, I will be angry, and then..." Yu Jingchen's fingers touched Nan Zhiyun's lips: "Then I may punish you in a way that you find extremely disgusting and frightening, remember?" Yu Jingchen's tone was leisurely, quite different from his usual demeanor.

"..." Nan Zhiyun remained silent, turning her eyes away from him. But this undoubtedly became a fuse that enraged Yu Jingchen.

"Answer me!" Yu Jingchen increased the pressure on his men, forcing Nan Zhiyun to look at him, but when he saw the fear in Nan Zhiyun's eyes, the anger in his heart seemed to be doused with cold water.

These things shouldn't really be blamed on her... Yu Jingchen felt conflicted and finally let go of her hand helplessly. Nan Zhiyun's skin was delicate, and her face and wrist were already red, which Yu Jingchen also noticed.

"It was I who lost control," Yu Jingchen said, then took Nan Zhiyun's hand and gently stroked the red mark on her wrist.

"Did it hurt?" Yu Jingchen asked her.

Nan Zhiyun fell silent again. Yu Jingchen knew that his appearance just now had frightened her, and he blamed himself for not controlling his emotions. However... even he himself did not know why he had lost control like that.

Yu Jingchen thought that he seemed to be starting to not understand himself anymore. He had felt that he treated her differently before, but what was the source of this difference?