Perhaps to distract Nan Zhiyun, Yu Jingchen took Nan Zhiyun's hand and asked, "How's the injury on your hand? Does it still hurt? Did you apply any medicine afterward?" He then examined it carefully.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Nan Zhiyun shook her head.

“Next time you get hurt or feel unwell, just say so. If no one notices, are you really going to keep enduring it?” Yu Jingchen said.

“It’s no use saying anything…they won’t care, and His Majesty won’t pay any attention,” Nan Zhiyun replied softly.

"You think you know so much? Don't do it again next time, do you hear me?" Yu Jingchen naturally heard Nan Zhiyun's words, but he didn't show it.

Nan Zhiyun was right. In the past, he wouldn't have cared. But in the future... after all, he had wronged the Nan family in his past life, so it was just a matter of a few words, nothing serious. Yes, that's it. So, thinking this way, Yu Jingchen stopped dwelling on these trivial matters.

"I understand," was all she could say. As for what Nan Zhiyun thought, that was another matter.

That day, Yu Jingchen didn't leave; he stayed at Ya Jing Residence for the entire afternoon. He even had Xing Lai bring him some memorials.

Nan Zhiyun sat on the bed, while Yu Jingchen sat at the table next to her. The room was extremely quiet, and Nan Zhiyun just watched Yu Jingchen without daring to disturb him, which was quite boring.

Actually, she wanted to speak up several times, but she never managed to say it.

“Just say what you have to say. If you’re bored, find something to do. What are you doing standing there like an idiot?” Yu Jingchen broke the silence.

"Then... what should we do?" Nan Zhiyun actually asked.

"Don't you know what you want to do?" Yu Jingchen asked.

"So you can do anything?" Nan Zhiyun asked tentatively.

Yu Jingchen put down the memorial and looked at Nan Zhiyun: "What do you think?" He was speechless.

"I don't know," Nan Zhiyun replied.

Yu Jingchen: "..."

"What can be done and what can't be done, don't you know that? Then tell me, what do you want to do right now?" Yu Jingchen's head was throbbing.

"I would like to go to Your Majesty's side, not sit here like this. Besides, I can grind ink for Your Majesty." Nan Zhiyun's eyes were full of expectation.

But to everyone's surprise... "No way," Yu Jingchen refused without hesitation.

Nan Zhiyun's eyes dimmed instantly.

"Why are you looking so sullen again? You know your own condition. What are you going to do with ink in the state you are in?" Yu Jingchen said.

“Yes…” Yu Jingchen had already refused, and no matter the reason, Nan Zhiyun didn’t dare to continue. She was actually just a little envious; Yu Jingchen used to have people accompany him, but he had never let her go.

She didn't particularly enjoy doing it; she just felt that she wanted to preserve that image, as if doing so would prove something.

Yu Jingchen noticed Nan Zhiyun's disappointment. He pinched his brow bone and suddenly felt powerless. He couldn't bear to see Nan Zhiyun like this.

"Fine, whatever. Come if you want, and rest when you're tired." Yu Jingchen was at a loss for words.

As soon as she finished speaking, Nan Zhiyun's mood improved immediately, and she was about to get up.

"No barefoot allowed," Yu Jingchen frowned.