"What's wrong? Why are your hands so cold? Is there anything else that's bothering you?" Yu Jingchen asked her.

Nan Zhiyun shook her head. Yu Jingchen felt helpless. She wouldn't say anything when he asked her, and now she was like this, so he felt powerless.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't." Yu Jingchen didn't ask any further, but Nan Zhiyun just couldn't calm down. She couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears, sobbing and gasping for breath.

Yu Jingchen's heart tightened. What on earth was going on?

He pulled the person into his arms: "Wasn't it a nightmare? Then what are you afraid of? It's just a dream." He said softly.

"I dreamt that... I died, and it hurt so much..." Nan Zhiyun finally spoke, and Yu Jingchen frowned upon hearing this.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It was just a dream." Yu Jingchen didn't like hearing her say such words.

“But I really dreamed about it… I also dreamed about…” Nan Zhiyun hesitated, and perhaps sensing her fear, Yu Jingchen said, “Just say what you want to say.”

Nan Zhiyun looked at Yu Jingchen, moved her lips, but still couldn't say anything.

"I wouldn't dare... You're going to be angry." Nan Zhiyun dared to say that, which surprised Yu Jingchen.

"Don't be angry, you go first, okay?" He tried to communicate with Nan Zhiyun properly.

Nan Zhiyun hesitated, but Yu Jingchen was still very patient, so he didn't rush her to speak immediately, but instead guided her slowly.

"I..." Nan Zhiyun's eyelashes were covered with tears, looking pitiful. Yu Jingchen couldn't bear to see her like this, so he wiped away her tears: "Tell me? Hmm? I won't be angry."

“…I…dreamed…” Nan Zhiyun looked at him, and Yu Jingchen followed her lead, “What did you dream about? Tell me, okay?” he asked.

“I dreamt… I dreamt that I died, I dreamt that Prince An rebelled, I dreamt that my father…” When Nan Zhiyun mentioned Prince An’s rebellion, Yu Jingchen’s eyes clearly showed a slight fluctuation.

He didn't show it very obviously, but looked at Nan Zhiyun and said, "It's okay, it's just a dream, it's fake, don't take it seriously, understand?" He even reached out and naturally patted Nan Zhiyun's head.

“But this dream felt so real, Your Majesty…” Nan Zhiyun wanted to continue, but Yu Jingchen interrupted her.

"Trust me, nothing will happen. What you're saying about treason is all unrealistic, fake, just a dream, understand?" Even if it were true, Yu Jing'an couldn't cause any big trouble. He would never allow such a thing to happen, nor could it possibly happen.