Just as Xing Lai was relaxing, Yu Jingchen suddenly spoke up.
"Bring over those things from yesterday," Yu Jingchen said.
What were those things from yesterday?
"Get another hundred sheets of paper, and bring the ruler over again," Yu Jingchen continued.
Oh, I understand immediately, but... a ruler? Does His Majesty really intend to do it for real? With Consort Shu's speed, if His Majesty were to actually do it, those hands would probably be crippled, right?
But it's better than actually kneeling on these fragments. Fortunately, she didn't dare to delay and immediately went to get the things. In the same spot as yesterday, she laid out all the papers.
"Go over there and copy it on your knees." Yu Jingchen's tone was icy. Nan Zhiyun looked over there. Compared to this place, it was cleaner over there. At least there were no more of these fragments on the ground.
However… Nan Zhiyun wasn’t sure whether she should walk over herself, or kneel down as Yu Jingchen had just said…
"What? You can't stand up after such a short while?" Yu Jingchen's meaning was quite clear.
Upon hearing this, Nan Zhiyun stood up, leaning against a nearby pillar. Yu Jingchen glanced at them; these things weren't that sharp. They might hurt, but they wouldn't cause any bleeding or anything like that, so he didn't say anything.
Nan Zhiyun knelt for a while, and her knees hurt terribly, but she still endured it and went to the desk to kneel down again to start copying these things.
However... there is a soft cushion in front of this desk, which Xinglai just brought over. Nan Zhiyun didn't dare to use it, after all, she was being punished by kneeling, so how could she dare to use this soft cushion?
Yu Jingchen also witnessed this scene. In fact, he had seen it when Xing Lai came up, but he didn't say anything. Now, judging from Nan Zhiyun's appearance, she seemed somewhat frightened and at a loss.
"You won't kneel if you have a mat?" Yu Jingchen said, and Nan Zhiyun remained silent. What did he mean?
"Your Majesty, it will definitely take some time to copy so much. Just keep using it; His Majesty has already agreed." Xinglai explained clearly.
Nan Zhiyun didn't speak. After hesitating for a while, she finally knelt on the soft cushion. Looking at the things on the table and the ruler... Nan Zhiyun was still a little scared.
Fortunately, he was very perceptive. He immediately set up a chair next to Nan Zhiyun for Yu Jingchen to sit on.
"One hundred sheets, two hours, the same rules as yesterday. If you miss one sheet, ten strokes with the ruler." Yu Jingchen actually sat down next to him.
This is a piece of paper about four square feet long; two hours is simply not enough. But Nan Zhiyun dared not argue. In short, she was definitely going to get a beating with the ruler today… (The paper is about 45 centimeters long and 33 centimeters wide)
"The people serving in He'an Palace will accompany you," Yu Jingchen said again. Before Nan Zhiyun could understand what Yu Jingchen meant, she heard him say the next sentence: "If you don't kneel, they will kneel for you. All those serving in He'an Palace, kneel in here until Consort Shu finishes copying these one hundred sheets of paper."
Nan Zhiyun stared at Yu Jingchen in shock, never expecting him to resort to such methods. But Yu Jingchen showed no mercy whatsoever. Soon after, the palace maids who served Nan Zhiyun were summoned and made to kneel on the shards.
“Nan Zhiyun, you should know that I like the principle of collective punishment the most. If you dare to do it again in the future, I will make them suffer the same punishment as you,” Yu Jingchen said. He always managed to find a way to punish Nan Zhiyun.
Nan Zhiyun's eyes reddened, but she didn't dare to beg for mercy, because Yu Jingchen said again: "If you dare to beg for mercy for them, you will be punished more. Not only you, but they will be punished as well."
Yu Jingchen pinched Nan Zhiyun's face: "This is my last warning to you, do not provoke me again, it will not do you any good, understand?"
“From now on, if you make a mistake, everyone in this palace will be punished along with you. Similarly, if you injure yourself, wherever you are injured, those who serve you will be injured ten times, a hundred times more severely in the same spot. Nan Zhiyun, remember this, this is truly the last time I will remind you in this way. If there is a next time, let the facts prove it.” Yu Jingchen released her. Nan Zhiyun knew that Yu Jingchen always meant what he said.
"One hundred sheets in two hours, twenty-five sheets in half an hour, so I will check them every half hour." Yu Jingchen sat down, not giving Nan Zhiyun any chance to bargain, and turned to Xinglai and said, "Start timing now, remind me after half an hour." He was really going to keep his word today.
"Yes," Xinglai knew very well that there was no room for maneuver in this matter. However... His Majesty actually showed some leniency. Otherwise, if His Majesty had his old temper, he would have been half-dead, if not killed, for what Consort Shu did today. His Majesty could have really made Consort Shu suffer a lot.
The room fell silent, and Nan Zhiyun began copying. Although she knew she couldn't possibly finish, not doing it would only make things worse, so doing it... even a little less would help. She was afraid that if she threw another tantrum, she would harm everyone in the palace.
Yu Jingchen sat to the side without moving much, but he wasn't exactly idle either. He had Xinglai bring over all the unfinished memorials.
"Have the imperial kitchen prepare some simple porridge," Yu Jingchen casually ordered. Fortunately, he was very shrewd and didn't dare to delay for a moment before giving the order.
Half an hour passed quickly. Nan Zhiyun had been quite focused and hardworking, but this was an impossible task to complete. So much so that when Yu Jingchen asked her, "Half an hour has passed, have you written enough for twenty-five pages?"
Nan Zhiyun was in a dilemma, and Yu Jingchen was too lazy to waste words with her. He took a look at the things on her desk. In half an hour, she had written about four pages, and only a few words on the fifth page.
“Let’s say you have five. You’re still short by twenty. Ten strokes for each one, twenty strokes for twenty.” Yu Jingchen tapped the table with the ruler.
Nan Zhiyun didn't say anything, but simply stretched out her hands. Yu Jingchen looked at her hands; her left hand had yesterday's injury and was still wrapped in gauze.
“You use your right hand to copy, so extend your right hand,” Yu Jingchen said. Nan Zhiyun slowly put her left hand back. At the same time, Yu Jingchen’s ruler struck down with about seven-tenths of its force, causing Nan Zhiyun to instantly pull her hand back in pain.
“Did I tell you to put it back? That was only once, out of a total of two hundred. What are you dodging for? Dodge again and you'll be punished more,” Yu Jingchen said.
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