But these words were heard differently by Nan Zhiyun, who thought he was mocking her.
"Your Majesty, forgive me, it was concubine's loss of composure." Nan Zhiyun dared not offer any other defense.
Yu Jingchen acted as if he hadn't heard, offering no reply. He knew well what he was like in others' eyes, so he wasn't surprised by Nan Zhiyun's current attitude, nor did he find anything wrong with it. It was just... suddenly, he found he didn't like this feeling either.
"Hiss," Nan Zhiyun couldn't help it.
As soon as she made a sound, she began to fear. Nan Zhiyun dared not make any further noise, lest Yu Jingchen punish her for it. Yu Jingchen always acted according to his mood.
"I said, you don't have to endure it." Yu Jingchen's expression remained unchanged, as if he genuinely felt nothing.
Nan Zhiyun was panicking. Coupled with the pain in her back, she didn't notice the change in Yu Jingchen's tone. However, his words still shocked her.
Yet, even though Yu Jingchen had said so, it didn't mean Nan Zhiyun dared to be presumptuous in front of him. She still endured.
"Did your brain get fried because you were burning for so long yesterday?" Yu Jingchen suddenly asked.
Nan Zhiyun was a little confused, only thinking he disliked her. Just as Nan Zhiyun was about to say something, Yu Jingchen spoke again.
"If your brain wasn't fried, how could you not understand? Can't you hear what I just said?" Yu Jingchen asked.
"Your Majesty..." Nan Zhiyun wanted to plead guilty again.
"Enough, what have you learned? I can't be bothered to talk to you anymore, do as you please," Yu Jingchen became suddenly irritable.
Nan Zhiyun was at a loss. It wasn't like he was angry, but it didn't seem like he wasn't angry either.
Yu Jingchen said nothing more after this. Nan Zhiyun dared not utter a sound, and the entire room was eerily silent. Finally, the terrible silence was broken when the medicine, having been re-simmered, was brought in.
"Miss, I'll help you drink the medicine." Qian Xia brought over the bowl of medicine at a suitable temperature.
Nan Zhiyun looked at the dark, black bowl. The smell was also unbearable. She really didn't want to drink it. But Yu Jingchen was here, and she couldn't afford to be willful, even though he might not care about her or anything else.
Nan Zhiyun drank the medicine that Qian Xia fed her. She almost spat it out directly. Spooning it like this was torture.
"Give it to me." Nan Zhiyun simply took the bowl herself and drank it all in one go.
After drinking, Nan Zhiyun suppressed the nausea. Her head was spinning, and she felt groggy and unwell. She thought she could hold it in, but in the end, she vomited.
"Miss," Qian Xia immediately helped her clean up.
Nan Zhiyun, however, was worried that Yu Jingchen would be angry and punish her again. Not only she, but also Qian Xia and the other attendants, all thought Yu Jingchen was furious, and even knelt down.
"You can't even drink medicine properly now?" Yu Jingchen indeed frowned, and in the eyes of others, he was displeased.
"Your Majesty, please calm your anger," those kneeling on the ground shouted.
Nan Zhiyun, suppressing her panic, also tried to get up, only to hear Yu Jingchen say to her again, "You know it's uncomfortable, you know it hurts, then why are you still moving around?"