Yu Jingchen's eyes narrowed imperceptibly at the words, but his expression remained unchanged. He gently stroked Nan Zhiyun's head. "Little Yun'er, be good. When we get back, I'll have someone check it. If it's fine, I'll send it back to you." Yu Jingchen said, but his thoughts were otherwise... what was given by others, even if it was checked and found to be fine, could not stay by Nan Zhiyun's side.
He feared some things could not be detected, so he would have it replaced later. As for the items Nan Zhiyun had given away...
Yu Jingchen put her down. "Little Yun'er, remember, you mustn't give your things away carelessly, even if you don't like them or don't use them often. Some people with ill intentions might exploit such generosity," Yu Jingchen told her.
"Okay." Nan Zhiyun acted like a well-taught little child.
"Good girl." Yu Jingchen was very pleased. He then gave Xing Lai a look, and Xing Lai understood that he wanted him to have the bracelet belonging to Consort Shu replaced.
After Yu Jingchen instructed the shopkeeper to pack up all the items, he carried Nan Zhiyun away from the shop.
Since Nan Zhiyun liked the liveliness of the outside, Yu Jingchen accompanied her for a stroll. However, to prevent aggravating Nan Zhiyun's foot injury, Yu Jingchen carried her the entire way, in the manner one would carry a small child, with Nan Zhiyun sitting on his arm.
It was precisely this action that drew many sideways glances along the way, making Nan Zhiyun a little embarrassed.
"Shall I take you to see the Nan family later?" Yu Jingchen asked Nan Zhiyun.
"Can I really?" Nan Zhiyun's eyes lit up.
"Of course," Yu Jingchen knew Nan Zhiyun had always wanted to go back. This little girl of his was simply too sensible and never dared to ask.
Upon hearing this, Nan Zhiyun's eyes curved into a smile, and she spontaneously gave Yu Jingchen a kiss on the cheek. This instantly delighted Yu Jingchen. How could this little girl be so endearing?
The atmosphere between them was wonderfully pleasant, contrasting sharply with...
Cian Palace
Gu Yin entered with a hint of urgency.
"Where is Her Majesty the Empress Dowager?" Gu Yin's voice was also hurried, suggesting he had rushed here.
"Her Majesty the Empress Dowager suddenly fainted. We dared not call the imperial physician." An Xin's face was also etched with anxiety, as the Empress Dowager had previously instructed them not to summon the imperial physician casually.
When the Empress Dowager suddenly fainted just now, they were terrified. After much deliberation, An Xin had no choice but to secretly send for the National Preceptor.
When Gu Yin entered, the Empress Dowager was lying on the bed. A sudden sense of panic seized him, and he quickly went to feel her pulse.
"All of you, get out!" Gu Yin's composure faltered.
An Xin did not dare to object and immediately led everyone away. The National Preceptor took out silver needles and pricked several acupoints on the Empress Dowager before administering a pill.
The Empress Dowager gradually regained consciousness, but her eyes were vacant as she stared at the ceiling, showing no reaction.
"Yin'er..." Gu Yin's voice trembled, no longer addressing her as "Her Majesty the Empress Dowager."
"Gu Yin, I can no longer see." The Empress Dowager's voice was filled with immense weariness.
"No, this is just temporary. Don't be afraid, I'm here," Gu Yin said, holding the Empress Dowager's hand, which felt somewhat cold.
"My sight, taste, touch, hearing, and smell—none remain..." the Empress Dowager's tone was devoid of emotion. Her sense of taste had returned previously with Gu Yin's medicine, but in the past two days, those medicines had no longer been effective.
"Believe me, these are just temporary," Gu Yin insisted.
The Empress Dowager fell silent and closed her eyes. A single tear traced a path down her cheek.
After a long while, Gu Yin emerged from the room, his face ashen and devoid of color, as if he might collapse at any moment.