Qianxia, ​​who was outside the door, was about to go in after hearing Nan Zhiyun's crying, but Xinglai stopped her: "His Majesty is inside. What are you going in for? Don't worry, your master will be fine," Xinglai reminded her.

Qianxia hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided not to go in and disturb them.

Nan Zhiyun cried for an unknown amount of time inside, and Yu Jingchen never made a sound to disturb her. However, since Nan Zhiyun was barefoot, Yu Jingchen let her step on his robe.

Nan Zhiyun's sobs were restrained, hidden beneath Yu Jingchen's clothes. Even now, she dared not fully release her suppressed emotions.

Nan Zhiyun's emotions showed no signs of stopping, and Yu Jingchen couldn't let her keep crying like that, after all, the ground was cold and she had injuries on her face.

"Alright, you've cried enough. Get up and let me see your injuries." Yu Jingchen released Nan Zhiyun.

Nan Zhiyun turned her head away. Without anything to rely on or cover her, she could only grip Yu Jingchen's clothes tightly with her hands.

"Let me see you. Your maid said you don't want the imperial physician to examine you. Let me take a look first, okay?" Yu Jingchen's tone unconsciously carried a hint of coaxing.

Nan Zhiyun was still unwilling, so Yu Jingchen had no choice but to pick her up and put her on the bed. "Turn around, let me see how badly you are injured," Yu Jingchen said.

Seeing that she was still immersed in her own emotions, Yu Jingchen called out her name, "Nan Zhiyun".

"Turn around, let me see," Yu Jingchen repeated.

"Don't make me repeat myself, do you hear me?" Yu Jingchen's tone remained unchanged.

But Nan Zhiyun, for some unknown reason, had the courage to refuse to turn around and let Yu Jingchen see her.

Upon seeing this, Yu Jingchen immediately took action, turning Nan Zhiyun's face towards him.

After clearly seeing Nan Zhiyun's face, Yu Jingchen's fierce expression immediately became apparent.

"Are you stupid? You just let her hit you like that?" Yu Jingchen couldn't help but say.

Unexpectedly, just that one sentence brought tears to Nan Zhiyun's eyes again. She turned her head away, her shoulders trembling slightly, and dared not utter a sound.

"I'm not scolding you, nor do I blame you. Why are you crying? Your face is injured. Do you want to get better if you keep crying like this?" Yu Jingchen took a handkerchief to wipe Nan Zhiyun's face.

"Let the imperial physician take a look, okay? This needs to be prescribed medicine." Yu Jingchen suddenly felt helpless.

Nan Zhiyun shook her head.

"Just take a look. Your injury needs to be treated with medicine. We'll have the imperial physician take a look. It's nothing serious." Yu Jingchen was more patient than usual.

He was about to call the imperial physician when Nan Zhiyun grabbed his hand. The force was very light, but Yu Jingchen felt that he couldn't break free.

"No...don't call..." Nan Zhiyun pleaded softly, her eyes filled with humility and desolation. This was the only way she could protect what little self-respect she had left.

Yu Jingchen felt a slight pain in his heart, then grasped Nan Zhiyun's hand in return.

"What should we do? Should the wound heal?" Yu Jingchen asked her.

"No... please don't let the imperial physicians in, okay? Your Majesty... please, don't let them in..." Nan Zhiyun pleaded.

"..."

Yu Jingchen remained silent for a moment, and finally gave in.

"Then I'll hide you away so the imperial physicians can't see you, and I'll just ask them what they should do," Yu Jingchen said.

Hide? Nan Zhiyun didn't understand Yu Jingchen's meaning. Seeing this, Yu Jingchen gently pulled Nan Zhiyun into his arms: "If you hide, they won't see you."