Nan Zhiyun was somewhat at a loss for how to react.
"I didn't ask you to get up, just sit properly." Yu Jingchen's furrowed brow did not relax.
Nan Zhiyun felt flustered and extremely uneasy.
"Go and bring another bowl of medicine," Yu Jingchen instructed.
"And then prepare some light meals," Yu Jingchen added. Those below were surprised but dared not say anything, accepting the orders and withdrawing.
Yu Jingchen walked up to Nan Zhiyun, and her heart leaped into her throat.
"Besides the pain from your injuries, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else?" Yu Jingchen suddenly asked.
Let alone Nan Zhiyun, no one present was not shocked. How could their Emperor say such words?
"What's wrong? Are you unable to understand what I'm saying now? Or have you completely lost your hearing?" Yu Jingchen's tone did not have much inflection.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me, this concubine..." Nan Zhiyun thought he was angry again. Perhaps the past memories were too profound, making Nan Zhiyun very sensitive now. Even a slight movement, a casual word, or a slightly altered tone from Yu Jingchen could make her tremble with fear.
"Enough. Besides these words, do you have nothing else to say? Just answer what I ask you," Yu Jingchen became somewhat depressed, a simmering anger within him.
"Replying to Your Majesty... this concubine is fine," Nan Zhiyun replied somewhat uneasily.
"Fine? Is this how you are when you're fine?" Yu Jingchen almost wanted to ask if she was deceiving him, but considering Nan Zhiyun's temperament, he ultimately did not voice it.
"If you feel unwell anywhere, just say it. How will others know if you don't speak? How will the imperial physician examine you?" Yu Jingchen's voice carried a hint of impatience, though this was merely what he perceived as impatience.
"Thank you for your concern, this concubine... this concubine only has a slight headache, nothing else." Did Nan Zhiyun only have a slight headache? She felt as though she would faint at any moment, but she could not say it, nor did she dare to.
Yu Jingchen said no more, turning his gaze directly to the imperial physician.
The imperial physician, meeting Yu Jingchen's cold gaze, quickly replied, "Noble Consort Nan has had a fever all night and it hasn't completely subsided. She also hasn't rested well, so feeling a bit dizzy is very normal."
"Knowing she's dizzy, you don't know to find a way to alleviate it? She's foolish, and you're all following suit? Do I have to tell you these things?" Yu Jingchen, already suppressing his anger, unleashed it directly at the imperial physician.
"Yes, yes, your subordinate admits his mistake. I will immediately find a way to alleviate the Noble Consort's headache." The imperial physician felt Yu Jingchen was unusually terrifying today.
How could such a headache be alleviated? If they had any solutions, they would have thought of them and applied them long ago. What else could be done now? It was just that they dared not voice such thoughts.
Nan Zhiyun sat silently to the side, not daring to utter a word, yet she inexplicably felt Yu Jingchen was somewhat different. However, she dared not hope for anything.
Nan Zhiyun no longer sought Yu Jingchen's affection. She only wished for him to spare her some consideration and cease tormenting her. She was truly afraid now.