"...The Empress Dowager doesn't trust me." Yu Jingchen could easily guess the reason.
"Yes, so Your Majesty should know what you should do. Although I don't know why Your Majesty has suddenly become like this, Your Majesty should remember that Yun'er has never wronged you." The Empress Dowager stood up.
"I will treat her well from now on." This could be considered a promise from Yu Jingchen.
The Empress Dowager glanced at him lightly, said nothing more, and then left on her own. Yu Jingchen remained sitting there blankly in the main hall of Cining Palace, making no other move.
The Empress Dowager… she had always been devoted to Nan Zhiyun, though it seems she had done the same for herself long ago. It's just that being born into the royal family meant having too many constraints, making it impossible to offer trust or genuine affection.
He knew he owed Nan Zhiyun, the Nan family, and the Empress Dowager, but... now that he knew he was wrong, so... could he have a chance to make amends for these wounds?
Yu Jingchen didn't know what the answer was, nor did he know who could give him the answer. Things had already come to this point, and perhaps he really could only take it one step at a time.
He didn't linger there; he wasn't comfortable leaving Nan Zhiyun alone. So, after dealing with things here, Yu Jingchen quickly returned to Zichen Palace. Nan Zhiyun was naturally still asleep. He walked over and sat down in front of her. The young girl's complexion was rosier than before, perhaps because her health had improved considerably over the past few days, and her energy and spirit were much better than at the beginning.
He stood there foolishly in front of Nan Zhiyun, as if afraid that she would disappear in the blink of an eye. Countless acts of repentance seemed utterly futile at this moment.
Yu Jingchen sat there for more than an hour before Xinglai came to call him and he finally came to his senses.
"Your Majesty, the Imperial Preceptor has emerged from seclusion," Xinglai reported.
Upon hearing this, Yu Jingchen lingered his gaze on Nan Zhiyun for a moment before getting up and walking away to avoid disturbing her with his words.
“Speak,” Yu Jingchen said.
"The Imperial Preceptor emerged from seclusion this afternoon, but did not leave his residence," Xinglai replied. His Majesty had previously mentioned wanting to meet the Imperial Preceptor, so Xinglai had paid special attention to it.
"Let's summon the Imperial Preceptor for an audience tomorrow." Yu Jingchen had many questions he wanted answered by him.
"Your Majesty..." Xinglai began to hesitate.
Yu Jingchen frowned at him: "Is there a problem with this kind of thing?"
"Your Majesty, please forgive me... but the Imperial Preceptor said after leaving seclusion today that he will not see anyone, no matter who it is, not even... Your Majesty." Xinglai shrank back as he said this, feeling that it was really not easy for him to still have his head here.
Upon hearing this, Yu Jingchen immediately frowned. What did he mean by not seeing anyone? Could he not even see a subject? If it were before, Yu Jingchen might have already lost his temper, but this time... although Yu Jingchen was somewhat displeased, he didn't seem to be angry.
"Then let's ask another day." Yu Jingchen didn't insist, but he didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt uneasy, as if something big was about to happen.
He felt a surge of panic in his chest, as if this matter was beyond his control and would cause unpredictable consequences. He wasn't confident he could manage it.
Yu Jingchen raised his head. The weather today was quite changeable. It looked pretty good in the morning, but now it had become much gloomy. The heavy weather felt oppressive, making it hard to breathe.
"Is it going to rain?" Yu Jingchen asked, his voice so soft it sounded like he wasn't speaking.
"They say there will be rain tonight, Your Majesty should take care of your health," Xinglai said. For some reason, he felt that His Majesty seemed to have become much more conflicted and profound than before.
Yu Jingchen didn't answer. Was it going to rain tonight? It seemed like it hadn't rained much since his rebirth; this was the first time, wasn't it? He wondered what this rain meant, how long it would last, whether it would soak his clothes, and whether it would make him more lucid.
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