Nan Zhiyun thought Yu Jingchen wanted to leave. As Yu Jingchen approached her, she grabbed his hand, saying, "I won't leave, your Majesty. I won't make any more mistakes..." She feared that if he left now, he would revert to his former self.
"I didn't say I was leaving," Yu Jingchen said helplessly, pulling away Nan Zhiyun's hand.
"Let's go inside first." Yu Jingchen helped her up and then had the people outside clear away the table.
Perhaps feeling she had made a mistake, Nan Zhiyun remained silent, acting very cautiously. Yu Jingchen couldn't stand it.
"Are you being punished to stand? Sit down," Yu Jingchen said, sitting down himself as he spoke. However, Nan Zhiyun... dared not choose a seat close to Yu Jingchen.
"Am I going to eat you?" Yu Jingchen was exasperated.
Nan Zhiyun: "..." Was it okay to say something so scary?
The atmosphere in the room became inexplicably awkward. Nan Zhiyun's head was practically buried in the ground, but fortunately, the imperial physician arrived to rescue her.
The imperial physician had completely given up. From now on, this Ya Jing Ju... or rather, this Nan Jieyu, was going to be a frequent visitor. He felt he could find his way here with his eyes closed.
The Imperial Medical Office was aware of Nan Zhiyun's allergies, as she had been treated before. If she were to speak her mind, she wondered why someone would knowingly eat something they were allergic to. What kind of delicacy was it that she couldn't let go of?
However, she only dared to think these thoughts in her heart. To say them out loud... given the current situation, it would be a miracle if she kept her head.
"Your Majesty, Consort Nan's body has no major issues. She will be fine after a couple of days of rest," the imperial physician replied.
"Does she need medication?" Yu Jingchen asked.
"No need. It will subside in a couple of days," Nan Zhiyun said preemptively.
Yu Jingchen merely glanced at Nan Zhiyun and then turned back to the imperial physician.
Nan Zhiyun: "..."
"Your Majesty, Consort Nan's condition does not require medication, but it is best to use some if she wishes to recover sooner," the imperial physician stated truthfully.
"Then prescribe some medicine," Yu Jingchen said, ignoring Nan Zhiyun's gaze.
"Your Majesty..." Nan Zhiyun tried to protest.
"You don't take care of yourself and you want to negotiate with me? If there's a next time, I'll make you drink medicine for a month straight, believe it or not?" Yu Jingchen shot Nan Zhiyun a look.
Nan Zhiyun: "..."
"Your Majesty, drinking too much medicine is not good for the body. If it can be avoided, there's no need to keep taking it," the imperial physician remarked.
"I haven't seen her taking great care of herself," Yu Jingchen said, though he showed no signs of anger.
"You may go," Yu Jingchen said, sitting down again.
"Yes..." The imperial physician paused, wondering if this meant he didn't need to prescribe any medicine.
After the imperial physician left, Nan Zhiyun still dared not speak. Yu Jingchen, perhaps deliberately, sat there drinking tea.
Nan Zhiyun was restless, but dared not speak first. Yu Jingchen was in no hurry; he wanted to see how long Nan Zhiyun could endure.
With no servants in the room, the atmosphere between them became rather strange. Eventually, as expected, Nan Zhiyun couldn't hold on any longer.
"Your Majesty..." Nan Zhiyun called out.
Yu Jingchen calmly took another sip of tea, completely ignoring Nan Zhiyun.