Yu Jingchen’s fingers gently caressed the corner of Nan Zhiyun’s eyes. “Don’t cry anymore, okay?” Yu Jingchen coaxed her.
Nan Zhiyun, afraid that Yu Jingchen would discover her pretense, was already feeling guilty and dared not respond.
“Hmm? Why aren’t you speaking?” Yu Jingchen thought she was still dwelling on it.
“No…” Nan Zhiyun’s voice was very small.
“Then what’s with all these teary eyes?” Nan Zhiyun’s eyes were still red. The more delicate and gentle Yu Jingchen was, the more Nan Zhiyun felt guilty. Being coaxed like this by Yu Jingchen made her a little uncomfortable.
“Alright, it was my fault. I just saw how soundly you were sleeping and didn’t want to wake you. Who knew you wouldn’t wake up the whole way, and only chose to do so at that exact moment? Yun’er, please don’t be upset anymore,” Yu Jingchen explained, though… Your Majesty, you clearly wanted to watch a spectacle earlier and even deliberately teased her.
“You haven’t eaten anything all morning. Are you hungry?” Yu Jingchen changed the subject. Nan Zhiyun hadn’t noticed before, but now she truly felt hungry.
“Hungry,” Nan Zhiyun replied.
Yu Jingchen smiled, flicked the tip of Nan Zhiyun’s nose, and then ordered food to be brought to her. The imperial kitchen always kept preparations ready, so it was quick.
“Your concubine wants to eat those grapes…” Nan Zhiyun watched as the servants brought the grapes over.
“Eat your meal first.” Yu Jingchen was helpless with her.
“Just a little bit of grapes first, then eat your meal, okay?” Nan Zhiyun’s eyes were fixated on the grapes, unable to move away.
“No, what’s wrong with you? Why is eating now like coaxing a child? Eat quickly. Do you really want me to feed you?” Yu Jingchen, with no other choice, spoke with utter indulgence in his tone.
“Just a little bit is fine.” Nan Zhiyun still wanted to try.
“Hmm?” Yu Jingchen’s voice now carried a warning. Nan Zhiyun immediately shut her mouth, daring not to speak again. She knew he was good at scaring her… and she was genuinely afraid.
In fact, Yu Jingchen had changed a lot. She knew he was different from before, how much he doted on her now, how much he indulged her. But… when Yu Jingchen put on a stern face, his serious demeanor still made Nan Zhiyun a little scared.
“Okay…” Nan Zhiyun, unable to resist, chose to eat obediently. Only when she was compliant did Yu Jingchen let her off the hook.
As Nan Zhiyun ate, Yu Jingchen looked at the grapes placed to the side and said, “Bring those over.”
The palace staff, hearing this, brought all the grapes. Nan Zhiyun’s eyes were practically glued to them, which Yu Jingchen found amusing. He picked up an empty plate and began to peel them for her.
Compared to his previous attempts, his peeling was much neater now. Nan Zhiyun watched Yu Jingchen’s actions and understood his intentions, an inexplicable warmth rising in her heart.
Yu Jingchen peeled a large plateful. Only after Nan Zhiyun finished her meal did he place it by her side.
“Finished eating?” Yu Jingchen took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her mouth.
“Yes.” Nan Zhiyun had eaten quite a bit. Compared to before, her appetite had gradually improved. Perhaps it was because she had been eating more lately, and with her injured foot, she hadn’t moved much, spending her days lying in bed or sitting in chairs. Nan Zhiyun had actually gained some weight.