The maid who lunged at her just now was the one attending to Rong Chongyuan.
"Rong Chongyuan speaks lightly. If she had truly injured Consort Shu, would you still say the same if His Majesty blamed you?" The maid beside Nan Zhiyun was filled with righteous anger. If Consort Shu had actually been hurt, they wouldn't be able to bear His Majesty's wrath.
"You are just a maid. When your mistress speaks, what right do you have to interrupt?!" Rong Chongyuan's tone was sharp.
"She was arranged by His Majesty. If Rong Chongyuan finds fault with her words, you are free to deal with her as you see fit." Nan Zhiyun was also provoked.
Upon hearing Nan Zhiyun's words, Rong Chongyuan's expression soured. She felt resentful. People by His Majesty's side were naturally not to be trifled with, and now she couldn't even touch a maid. How could Rong Chongyuan not be upset?
"Rong Chongyuan herself just said it was your poor discipline. Then go back and discipline your own people, and restrain yourself. Today, you will kneel here for an hour." Nan Zhiyun began to throw a tantrum.
Rong Chongyuan hadn't expected Nan Zhiyun to order her punishment. However, Nan Zhiyun's status was indeed sufficient, so she dared not argue further. She could only look to Consort Yuan, who remained uninvolved.
"Rong Chongyuan is still recuperating from her illness. If she kneels here for an hour, it might worsen her condition. Consort Shu is benevolent; perhaps you could spare her this once? I believe this lesson will teach her she was wrong," Consort Yuan acted as a peacemaker.
"Whatever. If you're not satisfied, then let His Majesty handle it when he returns. I can't be bothered. If you have the ability, go plead with His Majesty later." Nan Zhiyun's anger intensified. She had fallen just now, and it hurt terribly. She was already injured, and today she felt like she was falling apart.
The part that hit the ground when she fell was precisely... it hurt so much. If she stayed here for another second, she feared she might reveal the truth.
Nan Zhiyun left with these words, deeming them all hateful people. However, because she had fallen this time, her walking was pained and a little unsteady.
In the eyes of others... it must have been because His Majesty had beaten her yesterday. This solidified the "fact" that Nan Zhiyun had been punished by His Majesty.
"Your Ladyship, would you like to sit and rest for a while? Shall I call for the imperial physician? Is there any discomfort anywhere on your body?" The maid repeatedly asked, her anxiety evident. If she was truly injured, they wouldn't be able to afford the consequences.
"It hurts so much..." Now that there were no outsiders around, Nan Zhiyun stopped pretending. That fall had truly been agonizing.
"Then I'll go call for the imperial physician." The maid was startled to hear Nan Zhiyun complain of pain. This was a distinguished personage; they absolutely could not afford for her to be injured.
"No, no," Nan Zhiyun quickly refused. If the imperial physician examined her, how embarrassing would that be? The marks there would certainly not have faded yet. It was all His Majesty's fault!
"Then Your Ladyship, let this servant help you back to rest." The maid dared not treat this as a trivial matter.
"It's fine, don't worry." Nan Zhiyun felt these people were being overly dramatic. Was she that fragile?
"But His Majesty..." The maid was still somewhat uneasy.
"I said I'm fine, it's nothing. His Majesty surely knows, and it won't be blamed on you." Nan Zhiyun didn't want to complicate things. It just hurt a bit. Whether it was from the fall or the beating yesterday, it would still hurt.
"Yes..." Although the maid was worried, she eventually said no more. If she annoyed Consort Shu further, she would be the one to suffer in the end. It was better to obey Consort Shu.
————Interlude
Did Little Yun'er's backside blossom?
Almost, it's about to blossom! Once it's done, she'll be made to stand, then write a self-criticism! A letter of guarantee! I'm so angry...
But...
Nan Zhiyun: "Tyrant! Scoundrel emperor! One day, I will fight back! I'm so angry! Then I'll make you kneel before me and write a self-criticism! I'll drag you in front of the ministers, pull down your pants, and spank your bottom! When it's time to sleep, you'll stand by yourself! Hmph!"