Swap, the involutionary regent palace fight also forced me to rebel

Originally still in a trance, Nan Yingzhi heard his hoarse voice, as if he was feeling unwell, so she quickly touched the back of his neck and tried to turn him around: "What's wrong?"

His mouth felt sour and his stomach churned like waves. Yun Ji managed to utter "I want to vomit" with great difficulty, and the food came up and flowed out of his mouth like a flood.

Being held by Nan Yingzhi and with his hands and feet weak, he couldn't move, and the vomited feces immediately stained her delicate clothes.

Nan Yingzhi originally thought about putting him down to see if that would make him feel better after hearing him say that he felt sick.

Before she could move her hands, she suddenly felt a sense of weight falling on her back and shoulders, as if they were splashed by an unknown object.

Nan Yingzhi was afraid that if she put Yun Ji down rashly, he would be choked by the filth that came up, so she was cautious and did not move.

Hearing the sound of him vomiting mixed with the words "Sorry, I soiled your robe", she supported his hips with one hand and stroked his back with the other.

"It's okay." For some reason, he was in so much pain that he couldn't move and kept vomiting on himself. She was worried and comforted him gently, "Go ahead and vomit.

"It's just a robe. I'll wash it later."

After coughing a few times, Yun Ji gasped twice, inhaled a lot of bloody odor, and vomited even more heartbreakingly.

Realizing that he had been staying here for a long time, he couldn't get rid of the nausea at all. He struggled for a long time and finally managed to squeeze out the words "It smells so bad".

Hearing that he was irritated by the smell of blood, Nan Yingzhi waved at Lingfeng Lingyu, signaling them not to stand there and to deal with the bodies of Yunting and Jinan as soon as possible.

"Is it the smell of blood that makes you uncomfortable?" Nan Yingzhi felt his forehead rubbing against her cheek, as if he was nodding, and patted his back gently, "It's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Song Cheng, who was standing aside, looked away silently, pretending that he saw nothing.

They had long been accustomed to it, and Lingfeng and Lingyu quickly dealt with the bloodstains and turned a deaf ear to the sweet interaction between Nan Yingzhi and Yunji.

Since Nan Yingzhi didn't say anything, there was silence all around. Yun Ji suddenly realized that the sound of his retching was too loud.

Ashamed to show his vulnerability, he covered his mouth and nose tightly to suppress the feeling of nausea.

Hearing his voice gradually fade away, Nan Yingzhi tilted her head and asked him softly, "Are you feeling better?"

Yun Ji vomited so much that his throat felt like it was cut by a knife and was in continuous pain. He mumbled "hmm".

Seeing that his back was hunched, as if he was trying to endure the discomfort, Nan Yingzhi couldn't see his face and couldn't help but worry: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"Hmm," the nausea in her throat had not completely subsided. Yun Ji sniffed her hair and whispered in her ear, "It stinks here. I want to leave."

"Okay," Yuan also planned to go inside the tent to change clothes and find out why Yun Ji suddenly felt unwell. Nan Yingzhi hugged him tightly and said, "I'll take you away."

"Ling Feng Ling Yu," she called out to them after seeing that Ling Feng Ling Yu had taken care of the corpse, "cooperate with Lord Song and follow up on the subsequent matters."

Knowing that Miss Nan was going to take the prince back to the tent to clean the dirt on his body, Ling Feng and Ling Yu exchanged glances and went towards Song Cheng.

"Sir Song," seeing Song Cheng looking around, a little at a loss, Nan Yingzhi gave him a task, "My wife is not feeling well and needs to rest. I'll leave it to you to sort things out."

Knowing that the prince completely trusted him, Song Cheng would entrust the aftermath to him, he hurriedly responded: "Just take care of your business, I'm here."

Feeling Yunji's slightly trembling back, Nan Yingzhi said "thank you" and walked towards her tent.

Yun Ji felt a little better when he was farther away from the scene. He slowly stretched his body and turned his head away to avoid the unpleasant smell emitted by the filth.

Anxious to confirm his physical condition, Nan Yingzhi walked quickly and returned to the prince's tent in two or three steps.

After saying "Qingchuan'er, I'll put you down", she heard Yun Ji's "hmm" and put Yun Ji on the couch.

Nan Yingzhi took off the soiled cloak and, ignoring the sour smell, bent down to study it carefully.

She was slightly relieved to find only some undigested food and some gastric juice in the sticky mess, but no blood.

After initially washing away the dirt, she applied soap on the worst-affected areas, then soaked the dirty clothes in a basin and gave Yun Ji a cup of water for rinsing his mouth.

Squatting in front of him, Nan Yingzhi looked him in the eye: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

The sudden nausea felt much less after entering the tent. Yun Ji rinsed his mouth and shook his head gently: "It's okay."

"Why did you vomit all of a sudden? I thought that since you can have your period without any hesitation, you shouldn't be dizzy when it comes to blood."

Puzzled, Nan Yingzhi reached out and touched his forehead, "Let me touch your forehead to see if you have a fever."

Yun Ji felt warm at heart when he realized that she cared about him.

With an expression of obedience on his face, he put his arms around Nan Yingzhi's neck, nodded, and let her do whatever she wanted.

Comparing the temperature between her forehead and his, she concluded, "No fever."

As soon as she finished speaking, Nan Yingzhi recalled how he wolfed down his food at noon, so she asked, "Did I grill too much at noon and you were too full?"