Nan Zhiyun remained silent.

"Did I summon the imperial physician?" Yu Jingchen asked tentatively.

Then, instead of hearing Nan Zhiyun's rebuttal, he felt her snuggle even closer into his arms. Yu Jingchen raised an eyebrow and immediately summoned the imperial physician.

The imperial physician entered and bowed, not daring to raise his head. However, when he entered, he vaguely saw that Consort Nan seemed to be held in His Majesty's arms, which surprised him slightly.

"Go and examine Chen's injuries, prescribe some medicine for her wounds, and bring it over here," Yu Jingchen instructed.

Imperial Physician: "..." Hmm, alright then...

"Yes..." the imperial physician replied.

Nan Zhiyun naturally heard Yu Jingchen's words as well. She had calmed down a bit by now, and to be honest... she almost didn't know who Yu Jingchen was talking about.

"I have already demoted her to a commoner. Make her kneel from the Hall of Diligent Governance to the Elegant Residence, slapping herself as she goes. She will come here later to apologize to you. You can do whatever you want with her," Yu Jingchen said.

Nan Zhiyun was still nestled in Yu Jingchen's arms. Hearing his words, she almost thought she had misheard. So, would Yu Jingchen punish other people because of her? Was he protecting her now? Was this what it felt like to be protected by Yu Jingchen?

"What's wrong?" Yu Jingchen asked again after releasing Nan Zhiyun, seeing that she didn't react.

Nan Zhiyun gently raised her head to look at Yu Jingchen: "It hurts..." Nan Zhiyun uttered this word unnaturally.

Yu Jingchen was stunned for a moment, perhaps because he didn't expect Nan Zhiyun to only say such a sentence.

"The pain will subside after the medicine is applied. I know you've suffered a great injustice this time. Those people have already been punished. If you still feel it's not enough, punish them however you wish," Yu Jingchen said.

"I want them dead..." Nan Zhiyun suddenly spoke.

Yu Jingchen paused slightly, then looked at Nan Zhiyun and asked, "What?"

Nan Zhiyun lowered her eyes: "It was an oversight on my part."

But... "If you want, just grant me death," Yu Jingchen seemed unconcerned.

"I was just joking... Your Majesty, please don't take offense," Nan Zhiyun lowered her head.

“These words should not be taken as a joke,” Yu Jingchen said.

"Yes... I just feel that if I don't dare to do this in my dreams, then I won't have the chance to be so unreasonable." Nan Zhiyun's voice was very soft.

"Do you still think this is just a dream?" Yu Jingchen asked her.

Nan Zhiyun's eyes were somewhat confused: "His Majesty only acts like this in dreams..." Nan Zhiyun's mental state was not right.

This time, Yu Jingchen didn't offer any explanation; he simply frowned and looked at Nan Zhiyun.

But Nan Zhiyun thought he was angry.

"Your Majesty... this concubine..." Nan Zhiyun's expression became uneasy again.

But this time, Yu Jingchen directly chose to press Nan Zhiyun's sleeping acupoint... Nan Zhiyun fell into Yu Jingchen's arms in a daze.

Yu Jingchen placed the person on the bed and then called the imperial physician in.

"Her mental state seems a bit off; she always feels like she's dreaming, and her emotions are unstable and fluctuate a lot," Yu Jingchen told the imperial physician.

The imperial physician spent a long time examining the pulse, his brows furrowing more and more deeply.

"Your Majesty, Consort Nan may have suffered a lot of stimulation, various emotional pressures, and large emotional swings. In addition... Your Majesty's recent changes may be quite significant, making it difficult for people to distinguish between reality and illusion, and they always feel like they are in a dream..." the imperial physician said.