After Bai Yusheng finished drinking the bowl of medicine, his body was trembling.

"Beauty Bai, don't worry, this isn't poison, it's just a bowl of safflower." Xinglai's tone was light, but it was colder than the winter wind.

The next moment, Bai Yusheng felt unbearable abdominal pain, and a faint liquid was flowing down her lower body. It was neither a miscarriage nor her period. So it could only mean one thing: the dosage of safflower was far too high.

Bai Yusheng curled up, tears streaming down her face. It was clear that she would never have children in this lifetime. She was in so much pain that she couldn't even speak, and her white undergarments were stained red with blood, but Yu Jingchen remained unmoved and didn't even bother to call the imperial physician.

"You've overreached. This is just a warning. Since it's a warning, you must remember it deeply, remember this pain, remember what you should do and what you shouldn't do." Yu Jingchen's tone was icy, chilling Bai Yusheng's heart.

For over an hour, Yu Jingchen remained seated, watching Bai Yusheng clutch her stomach, lying motionless on the ground. Bai Yusheng felt she might die any moment; this hour had truly been unbearable, filled only with cold and pain.

"Change your clothes, tidy up, and send her back. For her meritorious service in serving the emperor, Bai Meiren is promoted to Jieyu." Yu Jingchen stood up, his cold words sounding as if they were perfectly natural. Bai Yusheng closed her eyes; this torment was finally over, but… it was only the beginning.

After Bai Meiren served the emperor, she became a Jieyu, which aroused the envy of many people. Moreover, it was said that she could not even stand up. One can imagine how much the emperor favored her! That very night, many handkerchiefs were torn to shreds. This was the first time Yu Jingchen had served the emperor in the past few months, apart from Nan Zhiyun.

Nan Zhiyun hadn't slept all night either; she couldn't fall asleep, perhaps because Yu Jingchen wasn't there. She felt uneasy when she heard the news, but… His Majesty had told her he wouldn't touch other people, so… Nan Zhiyun was conflicted.

She sat alone on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. She remembered the promise Yu Jingchen had made to her, including the pinky promise. Subconsciously, she felt that His Majesty wouldn't lie to her.

Just as Nan Zhiyun was lost in her own thoughts, Yu Jingchen slowed his pace and walked slowly toward her.

"What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about me?" Yu Jingchen suddenly spoke, startling Nan Zhiyun.

"Your Majesty..." Nan Zhiyun was still shaken. Yu Jingchen skillfully put his arm around her and then sat down beside her.

"Are you unhappy?" Yu Jingchen asked her, his tone teasing, making Nan Zhiyun feel a little embarrassed.

"Yes, I'm unhappy," Nan Zhiyun readily admitted.

Yu Jingchen smiled helplessly, patted Nan Zhiyun's head, and then pulled her into his arms, letting her lean against him: "I told you before that I won't touch any other people, so whether it's today or in the future, Yun'er, don't be unhappy about this, okay?" he said gently.

“Hmm…” Nan Zhiyun nodded.

Yu Jingchen laughed when he saw Nan Zhiyun's expression, then leaned close to her ear and said, "If Yun'er doesn't believe me, why don't you check for yourself? See if I've touched anyone else, hmm?"