After the imperial physician finished treating her, a palace maid came to call Nan Zhiyun in. Jiang Ji looked as if he had collapsed from exhaustion. When he saw Nan Zhiyun, he seemed somewhat shocked that she hadn't left yet.

"Is this all right?" Nan Zhiyun asked, clearly genuinely worried.

"Change the dressing on time, and it will heal after a few days when the scabs form. However, you must take good care of your injury during this period. Under no circumstances should you use these hands to lift any heavy objects, and they should not get wet," the imperial physician instructed, and then put down the medicine.

"Alright, then I'll have to trouble the imperial physician." Nan Zhiyun felt much more at ease after hearing this; it was good that there weren't any other major problems.

The palace maids saw the imperial physician off. Nan Zhiyun felt sorry for Jiang Ji, who was all alone, and knew it would be inconvenient for him to do things later, so she left a young eunuch there.

"Your Majesty, I'm fine, there's no need for such trouble." Jiang Ji was flattered.

"Keep it, it's not a big deal. You can't even move your hand, how can you say it's nothing?" Nan Zhiyun was speechless at Jiang Ji's stubbornness, unaware that... she herself was actually the same way, especially in front of Yu Jingchen...

"You should focus on recovering during this time. I'm giving you a break. Apply your medication on time, avoid heavy work, and don't get it wet," Nan Zhiyun added.

"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty." Jiang Ji's emotions were somewhat complicated; it seemed that no one had ever treated him like this before...

"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now. Remember what I said, and don't be too stubborn." Nan Zhiyun always felt that Jiang Ji wouldn't obediently listen to her.

"Yes, Your servant obeys." Jiang Ji lowered his head, a faint smile seemingly playing on his lips.

"Hmm," Nan Zhiyun didn't linger any longer. After saying that, she left. Jiang Ji watched her retreating figure, a strange feeling rising in his heart... If possible, things like this wouldn't be so bad, but unfortunately... These things are not something he can decide.

Nan Zhiyun had already walked far away. This stretch of road wasn't actually very long, but because of her physical limitations, it felt rather long.

"Your Majesty, how about I have someone fetch you a sedan chair?" The palace maid looked at Nan Zhiyun in her current state, afraid that His Majesty would blame her later. In their eyes, Nan Zhiyun was like a porcelain doll, a very precious and rare porcelain doll, and they were afraid that she would be bumped or knocked.

"We'll be there soon, it's fine." Nan Zhiyun refused. Why send a sedan chair for such a short distance? That's too much.

Seeing that Nan Zhiyun was not very willing, the palace maid knew when to stop and did not continue to make suggestions.

"Where has His Majesty gone? When will he return?" Nan Zhiyun suddenly remembered to ask.

"This servant isn't quite sure either, but His Majesty said he'd be back before lunch so he can dine with you, Your Highness," the palace maid replied.

Okay... never mind if I don't know. Tomorrow is the last day of the spring hunt, so I'll probably be quite busy.

Of course, what she didn't know was that Yu Jingchen was not only busy, but had also discovered a rather big problem.

Yesterday, when Yu Jingchen asked Xinglai about the arrow, Xinglai vaguely remembered, but today is different.

"Miao Yin?" Yu Jingchen frowned. This was indeed unexpected.

“There is indeed a mark of Miao Yin on that arrow. It is unique to Miao Yin and cannot be imitated by ordinary people, nor would they dare to do so.” Xing Lai’s expression also became much more serious.