After a while, the imperial physician removed the needles, and Yu Jingchen was about to put the person down again.
But……
Perhaps because she felt a sense of support, Nan Zhiyun, who was still unconscious, hugged Yu Jingchen's arm tightly: "Your Majesty..." Nan Zhiyun seemed to be afraid of something, and Yu Jingchen felt her hugging him tighter and tighter.
"Your Majesty... I know I was wrong..." Nan Zhiyun repeated this sentence again.
"This concubine does not wish to go to the Ministry of Punishments... Your Majesty..." Perhaps the trauma from before was too great.
Yu Jingchen tried to pull Nan Zhiyun's hand away, but this only made her more and more afraid: "No, Your Majesty, I really know I was wrong, please don't punish me by sending me to the Censorate..."
Nan Zhiyun felt like she was having a dream. She felt the palace servants dragging her away with all their might. They were going to throw her into the Censorate. No matter how much she begged for mercy, it was no use. These palace servants wouldn't pity her, and neither would Yu Jingchen. He never showed any mercy.
Inside the Censorate, people could humiliate and torture her at will. Although they didn't use severe torture, they were never short of ways to torment her. They could leave no scars on her body, yet make her wish she were dead.
The cell was dark and damp, infested with cockroaches and rats, and filled with the stench of blood and decay, with the screams of others echoing in the air.
She couldn't sleep no matter what she did. Later, she was so tormented that those people wouldn't let her rest. They would wake her up every now and then, either by pouring a basin of water on her or by banging sticks on the iron gate.
They might even... keep a wolfhound chained up and lock it in the same cell as themselves...
"No..." Nan Zhiyun became uneasy again and even started to struggle.
Yu Jingchen frowned and pressed down on her flailing hands. Nan Zhiyun felt those people tie her up tightly, then throw her into the icy water, followed by an overwhelming feeling of suffocation…
"No... help me..." Nan Zhiyun was already starting to lose consciousness.
"Nan Zhiyun?" Yu Jingchen called her name.
"No, I don't want to... Please..." Nan Zhiyun's voice was choked with sobs, pleading humbly.
Yu Jingchen didn't know what he was thinking. He just felt something strange in his chest, as if he had been pricked by something, and it hurt a little.
"Nan Zhiyun?" Yu Jingchen called out again.
"I was wrong, I know I was wrong..." Nan Zhiyun couldn't hear anything, she just kept saying I was wrong and begging for forgiveness.
Yu Jingchen had no choice but to hold the person in his arms a little tighter, and then somewhat awkwardly grasped her hands, as if he felt that this would give her a sense of security and make her less afraid.
"Don't punish me..." Nan Zhiyun began to burrow into Yu Jingchen's arms, as if seeking some kind of protection, her whole being filled with fear.
Yu Jingchen felt a warmth and stickiness in one of his palms. He knew that Nan Zhiyun had aggravated the wound on his back again.
"Nan Zhiyun!" Yu Jingchen suddenly felt a little irritated and angry, or perhaps it was some other emotion?
However, Nan Zhiyun, who was in his arms, was clearly startled by the sound and struggled even more violently.
Yu Jingchen suddenly felt a headache coming on, then tried to control his emotions and even gently patted Nan Zhiyun's body.
However, at this moment, Yu Jingchen seemed unaware of what was causing his frustration and anger, nor did he seem to possess a newfound patience that he didn't usually have.
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