Jiang Ji looked over somewhat blankly, and when he saw that it was Nan Zhiyun, he was still a little dazed, as if he could hardly believe his eyes.

but

"Your Majesty?" Jiang Ji reacted quickly, and before Nan Zhiyun could say anything, Jiang Ji knelt down on the ground.

Nan Zhiyun hadn't expected such a strong reaction from him. What was going on? Nan Zhiyun instinctively reached out to help him, but then felt it was improper and withdrew her hand.

"Why are you bowing so formally? Get up." Nan Zhiyun always felt that Jiang Ji was a bit too rigid in his adherence to rules.

"Thank you, Consort Shu." Jiang Ji stood up, then stood there silently with his head down. Why was the atmosphere a little awkward?

"Um, I heard you were sick, so I came to see you." Nan Zhiyun was very approachable to those around her, even referring to herself as "I".

"Thank you for your kindness, Consort Shu. However, I am of lowly status, while Consort Shu is of noble status. I am truly unworthy of your concern." Jiang Ji said these words without even raising his head.

"Why do I feel like you're a little afraid of me? Didn't I tell you last time that people are inherently equal in status and wealth?" Nan Zhiyun walked over, put down the kettle, and poured herself a glass of water.

"You want some water, right?" Nan Zhiyun asked, clearly intending to pour it for Jiang Ji.

Jiang Ji hadn't expected her to pour him water. His eyes were deep, and then he lowered his head even further.

"This servant is terrified," Jiang Ji said in a slightly indifferent tone.

"What's wrong with this? Here you go," Nan Zhiyun said, picking up the water herself to hand it to him.

My father said that we should treat everyone with a normal attitude and not make any distinctions based on status or wealth, especially those who are kind to us. We should be grateful and compassionate towards them.

According to her father, she should know right from wrong. She can retaliate against those who bully her, but she should also be more attentive to those who are good to her.

But as soon as Nan Zhiyun picked up the bowl, she realized something was wrong; the water was clearly cold.

"The water's cold, how are you going to drink it?" Nan Zhiyun pulled her hand back and carefully touched it; it really was cold.

"This water is no longer drinkable. Didn't you say you had a fever last night? Why are you still drinking cold water?" Nan Zhiyun put the water back on the table.

Jiang Ji said nothing and stood there meekly with his head down. Nan Zhiyun glanced at the palace maid beside her and said, "Go and get a pot of hot water."

"Yes," the palace maid replied.

"Your Majesty... this servant is nothing but a lowly servant..." Jiang Ji hadn't even finished speaking.

"Oh, why are you thinking so much? Didn't I already say before? I don't really treat you all like servants, don't belittle yourself." Nan Zhiyun might be willful at times, after all, she doesn't understand many things and is simple-minded. But she is really good to the people around her.

"I just called the imperial physician, he'll take a look at you in a bit," Nan Zhiyun continued, then found a seat and sat down.

"Please sit down, don't be shy," Nan Zhiyun said, though she felt it was pointless. Sure enough, Jiang Ji didn't budge an inch.

"This servant will just stand," Jiang Ji said. See, here we go again.

"Fine, whatever you want," Nan Zhiyun said without pressuring him.