But right now, Nan Zhiyun is as fragile as a porcelain doll. It will take him a long time to restore her to her former self; hopefully, it won't be too late.

Yu Jingchen gently patted her, but Nan Zhiyun remained unsettled, constantly gripped by fear. The imperial physician visited twice more, but Nan Zhiyun's fever wouldn't subside; she remained persistently hot.

Yu Jingchen had water brought and kept wiping her body. In fact, during this process, he saw other injuries on Nan Zhiyun's body besides the caning. In the past two years, Nan Zhiyun's body had long been covered with wounds.

He had seen it before in his previous life, but seeing it again this time was still shocking. Moreover, he was reborn slightly later than in his previous life, so Nan Zhiyun's injuries were much more severe than in his previous life.

As Yu Jingchen wiped her body, he gently stroked her wounds, his hands trembling. Most were old wounds, but that didn't mean there weren't any new ones. Just how many injuries had she sustained recently?

Many of the wounds were not completely healed in his previous life, and Yu Jingchen would fall into endless self-blame and guilt every time he looked at these injuries.

After wiping her body, Yu Jingchen pulled a soft blanket over Nan Zhiyun. The weather had been a bit cold lately, and if she caught a chill, it would definitely cause more trouble later.

"Your Majesty," Fortunately, came in from outside.

“Dinner is ready, Your Majesty. It is time for you to dine,” Xing said.

"No need, let's take it away first." Yu Jingchen was naturally not in the mood to eat anything right now.

"Your Majesty..." Xinglai wanted to say a few words of advice first, but Yu Jingchen only gave him a look, so he stopped what he was about to say and withdrew.

Yu Jingchen's gaze returned to Nan Zhiyun. She remained unconscious, and it was impossible for him not to worry. This time, her drowsiness had lasted far too long; she hadn't fully regained consciousness.

He remained seated there. Nan Zhiyun did talk in her sleep, but she remained unconscious. Yu Jingchen dared not leave, fearing something might happen if he did. The imperial physicians were waiting outside, ready to respond to any unexpected situations.

I've been waiting for too long today. The matters at Zhiyun Palace aren't finished yet. Consort Yun's people have come twice today, but were turned away by Xinglai both times. It's ridiculous. Don't you understand His Majesty's attitude right now? Why do you insist on sending people to ask? What good does asking too many questions do? In the end, won't you be the one who suffers?

See, here they come again. Xinglai felt a surge of annoyance as she looked at the person who had arrived. She thought to herself, since she was so eager to die, it was none of his business. So Xinglai went into the room and, seeing how much His Majesty cherished Consort Shu, began to silently mourn for Consort Yun.

"Your Majesty, Consort Yun has sent people over. They've come quite a few times today. They say they want Your Majesty to come and see her. Consort Yun just lost her child today and is currently making a scene. She refuses to take her medicine and says she wants Your Majesty to make the decision..." Xinglai said while observing Yu Jingchen's expression. Sure enough, Yu Jingchen's face showed impatience.

"If you don't take the medicine, the imperial physician need not come. As for making a decision? Consort Yun framed Consort Shu, an unforgivable crime. From this day forward, she is demoted to a commoner and cast into the Cold Palace, never to be released again!" Yu Jingchen erupted in anger. In his previous life, he had been lenient with Consort Yun, but what she had done to Nan Zhiyun... even dying a hundred times wouldn't be enough now. (Previous context: Consort Chen, later promoted to Consort Chen. For details on what she did, see Chapter 52.)

"Yes," Xinglai had already anticipated the outcome, so he wasn't surprised. He glanced at the Consort Shu, whom the Emperor was coaxing, and withdrew. Now the tables had turned...

The imperial decree had barely been issued when almost all the concubines in the harem knew about it. Although many knew that Consort Yun's miscarriage must have had other causes, no one expected the Emperor to treat her this way. Furthermore, Consort Yun wouldn't have resorted to such methods to frame Nan Zhiyun, given that Nan Zhiyun was out of favor at the time. What exactly happened, no one truly knew.

"No..." Nan Zhiyun's murmur interrupted Yu Jingchen's silence. He looked at Nan Zhiyun, who was still asleep, but he could tell that she was having another nightmare, so he began to feel uneasy.

"It hurts!" Nan Zhiyun struggled. Yu Jingchen was afraid she would hurt herself, but he didn't dare to use too much force.

Nan Zhiyun felt like someone was grabbing her, as if there was a giant net behind her, and no matter how she tried to escape, she couldn't get out. Once the net caught her, it tightened relentlessly, and a suffocating feeling washed over her. She wanted to die…

Nan Zhiyun struggled, and Yu Jingchen sensed something was wrong: "Yun'er?" he called out.

Nan Zhiyun couldn't hear anything. It was so dark all around her. She couldn't see or hear anything. Who could save her?

“Nan Zhiyun?” Yu Jingchen continued to call out.

Perhaps she heard someone calling her, she slowly opened her eyes. The scene before her left her bewildered for a long time. Where was she? Why didn't she know? It hurt so much... The sharp pain in her back made it hard for her to breathe.

"Are you awake?" Yu Jingchen looked at Nan Zhiyun and seemed to have woken up, so he gently spoke into her ear, his voice so tender it was almost seduce.

He might not have been used to speaking like this before, but in his past life with Nan Zhiyun, he had long been accustomed to speaking to her in this way, so his voice was gentle and unlike his usual self.

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