Perhaps to divert Nan Zhiyun's attention, Yu Jingchen took her hand. "How is the injury on your hand? Does it still hurt? Did you apply medicine yourself afterwards?" he asked, examining it carefully.
"It doesn't hurt anymore," Nan Zhiyun shook her head.
"Next time you get injured or feel unwell, just say it. If no one notices, are you really going to endure it all the time?" Yu Jingchen said.
"It's useless to say... they won't pay attention, and Your Majesty won't care," Nan Zhiyun replied softly.
"You think you know everything. Don't do that next time, do you hear me?" Yu Jingchen naturally heard Nan Zhiyun's words but didn't show it.
What Nan Zhiyun said was true. In the past, he indeed wouldn't have cared. But in the future... after all, he had wronged the Nan family in his previous life, so these few words were nothing. Yes, that was it. Thinking this way, Yu Jingchen no longer dwelled on these trivial matters.
"Your concubine understands," she could only reply like this. As for what Nan Zhiyun was thinking, that was another matter.
Yu Jingchen did not leave that day; he stayed in Yanjing Ju for the entire afternoon. He even had Xing Lai bring his memorials over.
Nan Zhiyun sat on the bed, while Yu Jingchen sat at the desk beside her. The room was extremely quiet. Nan Zhiyun watched Yu Jingchen, not daring to disturb him, and felt rather bored.
In fact, she had wanted to speak up several times, but each time she couldn't bring herself to do it.
"If you have something to say, just say it. If you're bored, find something to do. What are you just standing there foolishly for?" Yu Jingchen broke the silence.
"Then... what should I do?" Nan Zhiyun actually responded.
"Don't you know what you want to do?" Yu Jingchen asked.
"So, I can do anything?" Nan Zhiyun asked tentatively.
Yu Jingchen put down his memorial and looked at Nan Zhiyun. "What do you think?" He felt speechless.
"I don't know," Nan Zhiyun replied.
Yu Jingchen: "..."
"You still don't know what you can and cannot do? Then tell me, what do you want to do now?" Yu Jingchen had a headache.
"Your concubine wants to be by Your Majesty's side. I don't want to just sit here, and your concubine can grind ink for Your Majesty." Nan Zhiyun's eyes were filled with expectation.
Unexpectedly... "No," Yu Jingchen refused without hesitation.
Nan Zhiyun's eyes immediately dimmed.
"Why the long face again? You know your condition, don't you? In your current state, how can you grind ink?" Yu Jingchen said.
"Yes..." Yu Jingchen had already refused. No matter the reason, Nan Zhiyun dared not ask further. She was actually a little envious. In the past, Yu Jingchen would call for someone to accompany him, but he had never asked her to do so.
It wasn't that she particularly liked doing it, but she felt that such a scene was what she wanted to capture, as if doing so would prove something.
Yu Jingchen saw Nan Zhiyun's disappointment. He rubbed his brow, suddenly feeling a little helpless. He couldn't bear to see Nan Zhiyun like this.
"Forget it, do as you please. Come over if you want. Rest if you get tired." Yu Jingchen had no choice but to give in.
As soon as he spoke, Nan Zhiyun's mood immediately brightened, and she got up.
"You can't go barefoot," Yu Jingchen frowned.