Yu Jingchen knew that Nan Zhiyun was shy, and that she was also a little scared and worried, so after saying those two sentences, he didn't continue to say anything more on purpose.

"Go and rest, stop overthinking," Yu Jingchen said, ending the conversation.

"Yes... then does Your Majesty still wish to stay?" Nan Zhiyun asked.

"I just happened to get here today, and I'm too lazy to go back, so I'm not leaving," Yu Jingchen said.

"Then shall I help Your Majesty change his clothes?" Nan Zhiyun asked cautiously.

"What can you do? No need, you can go and rest first." After saying this, Yu Jingchen went directly to the inner room, and Nan Zhiyun did not insist on following him.

After Yu Jingchen came out, Nan Zhiyun was still sitting to one side.

"Didn't I tell you to rest first? What are you still doing sitting here like an idiot?" Yu Jingchen asked.

"His Majesty has not yet arrived. Your concubine is waiting for His Majesty," Nan Zhiyun said, standing up from her seat.

Yu Jingchen was somewhat speechless: "Next time I tell you to rest, just go and rest yourself. You don't need to wait for me. Come here."

“Yes…” Nan Zhiyun replied, then slowly walked towards the bedside. This short distance felt like an eternity to her.

Nan Zhiyun felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest as she lay down on the bed under Yu Jingchen's gaze. Then she froze, not daring to move.

When Yu Jingchen lay down beside her, Nan Zhiyun felt her breathing become lighter; she was nervous and dared not make any movements.

Seeing that the two had already rested, Xinglai instructed the palace servants to extinguish the candles. But just as they made their move, a somewhat panicked and hurried voice came from Nan Zhiyun's side.

"No..." Nan Zhiyun cried out, and sat up abruptly.

Everyone looked at Nan Zhiyun, who knew she had been too excited and had lost her composure.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, it's all my fault, but... Your Majesty, could you please not extinguish these candles? I'm afraid..." Nan Zhiyun rarely spoke so directly.

Yu Jingchen knew from the last time that Nan Zhiyun was afraid of the dark, but he did not agree with what Nan Zhiyun said. Instead, he told those people, "Kill them all."

"Your Majesty..." Nan Zhiyun's heart tightened immediately.

"Lie down," Yu Jingchen said to Nan Zhiyun.

Although Nan Zhiyun was afraid of the dark, she didn't dare to say anything compared to Yu Jingchen, and could only obediently lie down. The palace servants also obeyed Yu Jingchen's orders and extinguished all the candles in the room.

Nan Zhiyun's hands were tightly gripping the blanket to her chest, showing that she was truly afraid of the dark.

"Let go, don't hold on so tightly," Yu Jingchen reached out and grasped Nan Zhiyun's hand that was pulling on the blanket.

Nan Zhiyun didn't speak, but even so, Yu Jingchen could still feel Nan Zhiyun's fear, and he felt somewhat helpless.

"Listen to me, let go of my hand, don't be afraid." Yu Jingchen softened his voice.

Nan Zhiyun gently released her hand, and Yu Jingchen moved a little closer in the direction Nan Zhiyun was looking.

"Come closer," Yu Jingchen said.

Nan Zhi was either stunned or something else, and didn't react. Yu Jingchen simply pulled her into his arms. Nan Zhi Yun gasped softly in surprise at this sudden action.

"I told you not to be afraid," Yu Jingchen said with a hint of helplessness.