In the middle of the night, Nan Zhiyun's mood fluctuated again.
In early summer, the imperial physicians and even the newly arrived servants all took care of Nan Zhiyun with trepidation, because... His Majesty's expression was simply too frightening.
Yu Jingchen looked at Nan Zhiyun, who seemed uneasy. The warm yellow candlelight illuminated her flushed face. She was sleeping very restlessly, her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, her face was red, and even her breathing sounded heavy.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late. Why don't you go and rest?" Xinglai was also thinking of Yu Jingchen's health.
"How is Consort Nan?" Yu Jingchen asked again.
"Your Majesty, Consort Nan's fever has not subsided. I'm afraid she needs to take another dose of herbal medicine and we'll see." The imperial physician was also trembling. They couldn't understand why His Majesty, who had always disliked Consort Nan, was now acting so anxious.
"Then why don't you hurry up and go? If her fever still can't be controlled in a while, then all of you imperial physicians will be useless if you keep her alive." Yu Jingchen was clearly angry.
"Yes," the imperial physician was also exhausted.
Qianxia stood to the side, not crying out loud, but her eyes were already swollen from crying.
Just then, Nan Zhiyun, who was lying on the bed, seemed to be having a nightmare. She started to move around restlessly and muttered something.
"Miss, Miss?" Qianxia knelt beside Nan Zhiyun and took her hand.
"No..." Nan Zhiyun's voice was very soft, but it was full of fear.
"Your Majesty..." Nan Zhiyun suddenly called out again, and those nearby heard it, but no one dared to say anything.
Qianxia was startled when she heard this, fearing that her young mistress's mention of "Your Majesty" would anger Yu Jingchen.
However, Yu Jingchen was far away and probably wouldn't hear it. Besides, Yu Jingchen wasn't reacting, so Qianxia was temporarily relieved.
However… Nan Zhiyun didn’t stop, and called out again, “Your Majesty…”
Qianxia felt a little nervous, especially when she saw Yu Jingchen stand up. Yu Jingchen knew martial arts, so he naturally heard clearly what Nan Zhiyun said.
Yu Jingchen walked over here.
"Your Majesty, please forgive her. Miss is currently delirious. Please forgive her this once." Qianxia was afraid that Yu Jingchen would blame her.
"Step down," Yu Jingchen said, uttering only this one sentence.
"Your Majesty..." Qianxia wanted to plead for him, but was stopped by Eunuch Xing: "If His Majesty says to leave, then you should leave," he reminded her.
“…Yes.” Qianxia had no choice but to kneel back a little.
Yu Jingchen walked up to Nan Zhiyun.
"Your Majesty..." Nan Zhiyun called him again.
"Your Majesty... I know I was wrong..." Nan Zhiyun added.
"I know I was wrong..." Nan Zhiyun's lips were already chapped.
"Bring me a cup of warm water and a clean handkerchief," Yu Jingchen instructed casually. Then he sat down next to Nan Zhiyun.
The people below didn't dare to delay and immediately went to fetch what Yu Jingchen had asked for.
Yu Jingchen soaked the handkerchief in the water in the cup and then stuck it on Nan Zhiyun's chapped lips.
Everyone inside the room was stunned by Yu Jingchen's action, but no one dared to utter a sound.
Perhaps sensing the moisture on her lips, Nan Zhiyun's lips moved slightly.
After things had settled down, Yu Jingchen put the things down. Then he reached out and touched Nan Zhiyun's forehead; Yu Jingchen's expression was not good.
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