Nan Zhiyun remained silent.
"Did I have the imperial physician come in?" Yu Jingchen asked tentatively.
He still didn't hear Nan Zhiyun's objection. Instead, he felt Nan Zhiyun burrowing further into his embrace. Yu Jingchen's eyebrows twitched slightly, and the next moment, he called for the imperial physician.
The imperial physician entered, first paid his respects, not daring to look up. However, upon entering, he vaguely saw that Consort Nan seemed to be held in His Majesty's arms, which surprised him slightly.
"Go examine Consort Chen's injuries, prescribe medicine for her, and have it sent over here," Yu Jingchen instructed.
Imperial Physician: "..." Well, alright...
"Yes..." the imperial physician replied.
Nan Zhiyun naturally heard Yu Jingchen's words. She had already recovered a bit. To be honest, she almost didn't know who Yu Jingchen was referring to.
"I have already demoted her to commoner status and ordered her to kowtow from the Hall of Diligent Governance to Yanjing Residence. She is to kowtow and slap herself as she comes. She will come here to apologize to you later, and you may deal with her however you wish," Yu Jingchen said.
Nan Zhiyun, still hidden in Yu Jingchen's arms, almost thought she had misheard when she heard his words. Did he punish others because of her? Was he protecting her now? Was this what it felt like to be protected by Yu Jingchen?
"What's wrong?" Yu Jingchen asked again when Nan Zhiyun didn't respond, loosening his embrace.
Nan Zhiyun gently raised her head to look at Yu Jingchen. "It hurts..." Nan Zhiyun blurted out the word unconsciously.
Yu Jingchen froze for a moment, perhaps not expecting Nan Zhiyun to say just that.
"It won't hurt once the medicine is applied. I understand you have suffered greatly this time. Those people have all been punished. If you still feel it's not enough, punish them however you wish," Yu Jingchen said.
"This concubine wishes for them to die..." Nan Zhiyun suddenly said.
Yu Jingchen paused slightly. He looked at Nan Zhiyun. "What?" he asked.
Nan Zhiyun lowered her gaze. "This concubine misspoke."
Unexpectedly, "If you wish, they may be granted death," Yu Jingchen seemed unconcerned.
"This concubine was merely joking... Your Majesty, please do not be angry," Nan Zhiyun lowered her head.
"Such words should not be treated as a joke," Yu Jingchen said.
"Yes... This concubine simply felt that if she dared not speak like this even in a dream, she would have no chance to be so unreasonable," Nan Zhiyun's voice was very soft.
"Do you still believe this is just a dream?" Yu Jingchen asked her.
Nan Zhiyun's eyes held some confusion. "In dreams, Your Majesty acts like this..." Nan Zhiyun's mental state was not quite right.
This time, Yu Jingchen did not explain. He only looked at Nan Zhiyun with a furrowed brow.
However, Nan Zhiyun thought he was angry.
"Your Majesty... this concubine..." Nan Zhiyun's expression became uneasy again.
But this time, Yu Jingchen directly chose to press Nan Zhiyun's sleep acupoint. Nan Zhiyun, somewhat dazed, fell into Yu Jingchen's arms.
Yu Jingchen laid her on the bed and then called for the imperial physician.
"Her mental state seems not right. She keeps feeling like she's in a dream, and her emotions are unstable, fluctuating greatly," Yu Jingchen said to the imperial physician.
The imperial physician felt her pulse for a long time, his brow growing tighter.
"Your Majesty, Consort Nan may have endured much stimulation, with various emotions suppressed. Her emotional spectrum is wide. Coupled with... perhaps the recent changes you have made have been significant, it is causing her to be unable to distinguish reality from illusion and feel as if she is in a dream..." the imperial physician said.