Nan Zhiyun looked at her hands, some places were scratched so badly that the skin was broken.
"Why aren't you speaking? Answer me," Yu Jingchen was clearly angry but held it in. He didn't want to lash out at Nan Zhiyun, knowing she was afraid of him, and didn't want to make the situation worse.
"I can't control it..." Nan Zhiyun finally spoke.
Yu Jingchen's eyes deepened, but he didn't immediately get angry. He gently caressed Nan Zhiyun's face, which felt a little cold.
"So, it's alright to hurt yourself? Didn't I tell you before that no matter what, you must never hurt yourself? Hmm? Yun'er just didn't listen. I said I don't want to be angry with you, and I won't lose my temper easily. But Yun'er, I said you need to stay within the bottom line. You've hurt yourself, and that's already over the line. Do you know what that means?" Yu Jingchen's tone carried a warning.
Yu Jingchen took Nan Zhiyun's hand and looked at the scratches, feeling a surge of anger he couldn't control.
"I'm telling you for the last time, you are forbidden to hurt yourself again. If there's a next time, I won't be sympathetic. You will be punished and scolded, understand?" Yu Jingchen warned, then picked up some ointment from the side.
"I'll put medicine on it for you," Yu Jingchen said. Compared to his gentleness earlier, he looked much more terrifying now.
Nan Zhiyun didn't want him to touch her, but how could she possibly have the strength to resist Yu Jingchen's grip? Yu Jingchen sensed her resistance, and his anger intensified.
"Nan Zhiyun, I've made myself very clear today, haven't I? What are you doing? You don't want me to touch you, or are you deliberately tormenting yourself?" Yu Jingchen had switched to a more formal self-address.
Nan Zhiyun met Yu Jingchen's gaze, her heart tightening. Even her breathing became light, fearing what Yu Jingchen might do next.
Perhaps sensing that he had frightened Nan Zhiyun, Yu Jingchen let out a sigh and tried to calm his emotions.
"I don't mean to be harsh, but you need to take care of your own body. Don't you know your own condition? You were just sitting on the ground like that and couldn't get up. And then you started scratching your hands. Look at your hands, they're all broken. How can these things not make me angry?" Yu Jingchen tried to reason with Nan Zhiyun, his tone softening slightly.
Nan Zhiyun's eyes reddened, unsure if it was from being scared or for other reasons. Yu Jingchen felt a pang of heartache and softened his tone, "Don't cry, okay?"
"...Daddy..." Nan Zhiyun looked at Yu Jingchen and uttered just those two words. Yu Jingchen knew she was worried, but currently, there was no other way but to search.
He was afraid... what if this matter truly became a reality? In his heart, Nan Su should not have encountered trouble so easily, yet no one dared to guarantee absolute certainty.
If Nan Su really had a problem, how would he explain it to Nan Zhiyun? Yu Jingchen's heart began to worry. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Don't worry about General Nan. I will send people to search for her. Don't overthink it. You should believe that General Nan has guardian spirits looking out for her, right?" Yu Jingchen told Nan Zhiyun while applying medicine to her hand, trying to reassure her.
"I want to go..." Nan Zhiyun pleaded, looking at Yu Jingchen. Yu Jingchen remained silent, only watching her. Perhaps it was because her gaze was too deep, Nan Zhiyun lowered her head, and tears fell onto the back of her hand.
Yu Jingchen's heart was touched. He pulled her into his embrace, "Give me some time. In the next two days, take good care of yourself, okay?" Yu Jingchen wanted to stabilize her first.
But how could Nan Zhiyun truly remain calm? After all, it was her father who was in trouble. How could she truly feel at ease?
"Rest well during this period. Don't let me see you harming yourself like this again." Yu Jingchen put down the ointment and then lifted Nan Zhiyun from his lap, placing her on the bed.
"I won't leave. Didn't you just say you wanted to be alone? I'll give you time. I'll come to see you in half an hour, and then we'll have dinner together." Yu Jingchen stood up. Nan Zhiyun wanted to say something but couldn't. Yu Jingchen looked at her for a moment before leaving.
After Yu Jingchen left, Nan Zhiyun sat on the bed and slowly buried herself in her knees, hiding. If one looked closely, they would notice Nan Zhiyun's shoulders still trembling slightly. She was crying. The sound of sobbing could be faintly heard. Even though she tried to suppress it, Yu Jingchen, guarding outside the door, could hear it clearly.
"Your Majesty, Consort Shu..." Xing Lai also heard it from outside.
"For the next two days, have the people below pay more attention to Consort Shu. If you notice anything unusual, inform me immediately. Also, during this period, Consort Shu needs to recuperate properly, and with the heavy rain, she should not go out casually, including her attending palace servants." Yu Jingchen said. Xing Lai was somewhat confused, wondering if the implied meaning was house arrest.