It wasn't until late at night that Yu Jingchen was awakened by a noise beside him. Nan Zhiyun seemed to be having a nightmare, muttering something in her sleep and fidgeting restlessly.
He peered over by the dim candlelight and saw that Nan Zhiyun seemed to be in great pain. Yu Jingchen frowned slightly. What was wrong? He lay on his side, supporting himself with his arm, and Nan Zhiyun seemed to be saying something.
"Nan Zhiyun," Yu Jingchen called her name.
However, Nan Zhiyun remained completely still, lost in her own world. Yu Jingchen sensed something was wrong and called out again, "Nan Zhiyun?" He touched her forehead with his other hand.
Nan Zhiyun was sweating profusely, and her forehead felt hot. Did she have a fever?
Unaware of his own emotional fluctuations, Yu Jingchen called out, "Someone come here!"
The person on duty came in immediately. Fortunately, he noticed that there was something wrong with his tone and felt a little nervous. What was going on this time?
"Light all the candles in the room, and send someone to fetch an imperial physician," Yu Jingchen ordered.
The palace servants dared not delay; some lit candles, others summoned the imperial physician. Hearing that the imperial physician was to be summoned again, Qianxia thought Yu Jingchen had punished Nan Zhiyun once more, and she became extremely nervous.
"Prepare some hot water and a set of dry clothes. She has a fever and is sweating profusely; she's soaked in sweat," Yu Jingchen said.
Qianxia felt a little relieved when she heard Yu Jingchen say these words, as he didn't seem angry. However... having a fever was no small matter, so she quickly asked someone to prepare hot water and went to get some clothes.
"Don't crowd here, go outside and keep watch." Yu Jingchen was annoyed by the large crowd, but luckily the man understood and told the extra people to leave quickly.
The candles in the room were lit. Nan Zhiyun was covered in sweat and hadn't woken up, but she didn't seem to be asleep either. She was as if she were having a nightmare, and she was in a daze.
Qianxia wiped Nan Zhiyun's body with hot water and then changed her clothes. Yu Jingchen was by her side the whole time, wondering why someone who seemed perfectly fine would suddenly develop a fever and fall ill.
Before long, the imperial physician arrived, and Nan Zhiyun had almost finished getting ready. Even the blankets and other bedding had been changed, and she felt much more comfortable now.
"This old minister greets Your Majesty," the imperial physician bowed.
"Let Consort Shu take a look," Yu Jingchen said.
The imperial physician dared not delay and immediately went to examine Nan Zhiyun. Nan Zhiyun had not opened her eyes the entire time, but her tightly furrowed brows were heartbreaking to see. Perhaps due to the fever, her cheeks were slightly flushed and her lips were somewhat chapped.
"What's wrong with her?" Yu Jingchen asked after a while.
The imperial physician withdrew his hand and answered truthfully, "Your Majesty, Consort Shu has actually been under too much pressure and under immense stress these past few days, which led to her fever." While saying this, he thought to himself... "Ultimately, it's Your Majesty who's frightening her, making Consort Shu too tense and afraid. Her mind has been constantly on edge; she falls ill as soon as she relaxes even slightly."
Yu Jingchen also understood this meaning. He was afraid that it was because of him that Nan Zhiyun was too nervous, which led to her sudden illness.
"How can I alleviate it? Is it serious?" Yu Jingchen asked.
"Your Majesty, although Her Majesty has a slight fever, fortunately the temperature is not particularly high. Wiping her body with lukewarm water should bring it down. Afterwards, she should rest more, relax, and eat a light diet, and there shouldn't be any major problems," the imperial physician replied.
"Alright, you may leave." After hearing these words, Yu Jingchen waved his hand, and the imperial physician quickly withdrew.
"Go and fetch the medicine from the imperial physician, decoct it, and bring it over," Yu Jingchen said again. Although Qianxia was worried, she dared not disobey Yu Jingchen's orders, so she could only obediently retreat. Xinglai, who was watching from the side, knew that His Majesty wanted to send them away, so he also left voluntarily.
The room was now empty. Yu Jingchen looked at Nan Zhiyun, whose brows were furrowed, and sat down beside her. He touched her forehead again; she still had a fever and wondered if it would subside soon.
"How come you're so fragile?" Yu Jingchen said recently, then pulled a blanket over her.
He was about to tuck Nan Zhiyun's hands, which were outside the covers, into the blanket, but when he saw that both of his hands were injured, he paused slightly.
Her left hand was still wrapped in a thin bandage; it was from when she fell and the skin was scraped and treated. Her right hand was still red and swollen from being punished today. He had practiced martial arts for many years, so his strength was naturally much greater. Those few blows today were probably really hard for Nan Zhiyun to bear; the pain was severe, and the injury was serious.
He gently spread Nan Zhiyun's palm open; it was indeed very swollen and bruised. If you looked closely, you could see that there were actually blood blisters on Nan Zhiyun's fingers. He hadn't thought it was that serious when she was being punished, but now it looked rather unsettling.
Yu Jingchen frowned as he looked at the injuries. He had been too angry at the time, and Nan Zhiyun was very stubborn. If he hadn't been ruthless, she might have foolishly persisted in trying to prevent the palace servants from being punished.
He didn't even know whether to call her stupid or what. Even if she could hold out for a few hits, if it really was seventy or eighty, or even hundreds of hits, even if he didn't use much force, her hands would probably be ruined.
"You're incredibly stupid," Yu Jingchen added.
Nan Zhiyun certainly couldn't hear anything now. Her hands, which were fair and slender, were now swollen and red, a truly unsightly sight. Nan Zhiyun's pain tolerance was actually very low. Her hands were already so thin they looked like they were just bones, and those ten or so blows to her hands today were no different from blows to the bones. What's more, many of the blows hit her fingers, which really hurt.
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