The sting of blades piercing flesh was quite painful. His little Yun'er was afraid of pain; in their past life, where did she find the courage to block such a sword?
"Yun'er, don't cry, I'm fine, hmm?" Yu Jingchen's lips were pale, but he still comforted Nan Zhiyun.
The imperial physician arrived quickly. Nan Zhiyun's tears flowed incessantly, but she managed to hold back her sobs.
"How is it?" Nan Zhiyun asked anxiously after the imperial physician finished his examination. Yu Jingchen's complexion was already poor, and the imperial physician looked grim.
"Replying to Consort Shu, Your Majesty's wound is not severe. However, the blade that struck his hand was poisoned. I apologize, but this poison is beyond my knowledge..." the imperial physician said. Poisoned? Nan Zhiyun's face turned pale.
"Can it be cured?" Nan Zhiyun asked.
"Your Ladyship, please rest assured, I will do my utmost to try." The imperial physician was also trembling, finding himself in such an unfortunate situation.
Seeing Nan Zhiyun's distress, Yu Jingchen's lips curved slightly. He took Nan Zhiyun's arm, "No need to worry, it's nothing." Yu Jingchen reassured her, leaving Nan Zhiyun speechless.
"The incident of injury today need not be publicized. To the outside world, it will be said that assassins attacked, Consort Shu was frightened and injured by the assassins, hence the imperial physician was summoned. For a period of time, I will be concerned about Consort Shu's safety and keep her here in Zichen Palace," Yu Jingchen commanded.
"Yes." Xing Lai understood the gravity of the situation.
"Starting tomorrow, the court will be suspended for five days to investigate all officials." Yu Jingchen issued a series of orders. Xing Lai knew that the investigation of officials was merely a pretense.
"Yes." Xing Lai took his orders.
"This period will be difficult for Yun'er, staying here," Yu Jingchen smiled gently at Nan Zhiyun, softly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Nan Zhiyun's eyes were red. She knew that Yu Jingchen was feigning nonchalance to avoid her worrying.
News of His Majesty being attacked in Zichen Palace had already spread throughout the harem. Many wished to take this opportunity to curry favor, but they were all turned away.
This, however, only fueled the resentment of those in the harem. Why was Nan Zhiyun allowed to stay in Zichen Palace? And for His Majesty to personally attend to her.
But no matter how unwilling they were, they could only endure it, for Nan Zhiyun was clearly protected by His Majesty.
Inside Zichen Palace.
Nan Zhiyun had been silent for a long time. The medicine had finally been brewed. Nan Zhiyun took the bowl and personally fed it to Yu Jingchen. Yu Jingchen complied willingly, drinking as she offered. The atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.
Looking at Nan Zhiyun before him, Yu Jingchen felt a pang of regret. He knew that besides worry and fear, Nan Zhiyun was more burdened by guilt, which was why she dared not speak.
"Yun'er, don't be like this. I don't like it. Relax, it's nothing, okay? Don't worry." Yu Jingchen held Nan Zhiyun's hand.
"I'm sorry..." Nan Zhiyun felt deeply remorseful. If it weren't for her, Yu Jingchen might not have been injured.
"Good girl, how could they hurt me? Just now... I did it on purpose. I wanted Yun'er to pity me, to take care of me, so I let them wound me." Yu Jingchen smiled.
But how could Nan Zhiyun believe such a reason? Her heart was filled with guilt. No matter what Yu Jingchen said, Nan Zhiyun could not let go.
Nan Zhiyun remained in Zichen Palace. As night fell, Yu Jingchen began to lose consciousness and develop a fever. His lips turned purplish, terrifying Nan Zhiyun.