Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

Hearing the familiar voice of His Highness.

Xia Zhiyuan felt a little relieved. She knew that after drinking the medicine given by the system, she would only have to lie in bed for ten days or half a month at most, but she would not die.

So, Xia Zhiyuan encouraged himself a little in his heart, closed his eyes, and jumped off the horse.

My body was hit by the wind and I couldn't control the force.

Zhao Changlin had already put her sword back into the scabbard by this time. She took a step forward and caught Xia Zhiyuan who was jumping off the horse.

However, the force was a little too great, and Zhao Changlin staggered a few steps on the ground before he was able to steadily catch the person in his arms.

A strong smell of blood emanated from Xia Zhiyuan's body, covering up the bitter medicinal fragrance that had always been lingering on her body.

Pursed lips tightly.

Zhao Changlin carefully looked at every part of Xia Zhiyuan's body, from her cheeks to her waist, inch by inch, not missing a single place.

“Are you hurt…?”

Just now on the hillside, Zhao Changlin had been strongly suppressing the desire in his heart and not allowing himself to look back, for fear that he would expose his weakness because of worry.

Xia Zhiyuan's jaw hit Zhao Changlin's chest, but fortunately, the fur there was soft, so his jaw didn't hurt much. Xia Zhiyuan just frowned slightly and raised his head.

"It's okay... It's okay... Your Highness..."

Although she said she was fine, her chest was still pounding. Horse riding is really a dangerous sport.

"Zhiyuan is fine..."

She was just being stubborn. Xia Zhiyuan knew that if it weren't for the medicine given by the system, his legs would have gone weak long ago.

"I'm glad you're okay. I pushed you too hard."

"But, Zhiyuan...you didn't let me down. You are...my biggest surprise."

His Highness is still the same as before. Xia Zhiyuan gave a pale smile and held Zhao Changlin's waist tightly with his hands.

Fortunately, Your Highness is fine.

"Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host for increasing the capture target's capture value by 5%. 10 points as a reward!"

The system's broadcast sound was the same as always, but this time it was increased a lot, as high as 5%. It really was true that a life-saving favor should be repaid with a thousandfold gratitude.

Xia Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It was really... not easy!

It turns out that ambitious women are hard to win over!

"Fortunately, Zhiyuan lived up to your trust and handled everything properly."

Her smiling eyes fell on King Wen who was standing beside her. She felt very relieved when she saw King Wen, who was so angry that he could hardly speak.

Aren't you planning a strategy? Don't you want your life? Then come and get it if you can.

"What kind of witchcraft did you learn, you witch?"

"In such a short time, even the bravest soldiers cannot reach the imperial mausoleum so quickly!"

King Wen's face was ferocious. He raised his brows and almost gritted his teeth, and the words popped out one by one from between his teeth.

He was not carrying any weapons, so even if he was very angry, he could only clench his fists tightly, wishing he could eat Xia Zhiyuan alive.

This frustrated voice was largely due to the fact that King Wen's plan had completely failed at this moment.

He made a feint to the east and attacked in the west, and joined forces with Gu Zhao just for today, to make Zhao Changlin focus his attention elsewhere, on thoroughly investigating other trivial matters, while he quietly took advantage of Zhao Changlin's attempt to find the truth.

He quickly transferred the generals who had defected to him from other places, and made arrangements with the governors of various states along the way. King Wen spent a lot of real money, and only in this way could he cut off the source of the problem.

Kill with one strike and go straight to Huanglong.

After much calculation, he decided not to tell even Gu Zhao about this matter just in case.

How can we trust a man who can even plot against his own brother? He is nothing more than a chess piece in his hands and can be discarded after being used.

It's like trying to get the skin of a tiger, but the risk is slightly greater, but the rewards are huge.

Just like when he took refuge with his imperial brother, how flattering and how humiliating it was, but now his imperial brother who is sleeping deep underground can still stand up and scold him, right?

Can you still stand up and rebuke yourself?

No.

"Oh, really? Is it your uncle's turn to criticize the witchcraft incident?"

Zhao Changlin looked back, his eyes and tone full of disdain.

"The Shadow Guards were ordered to come to the Imperial Mausoleum, which did not violate the rules of the Liang Dynasty. Instead, my uncle mobilized troops from various places in other states to deceive the public and bribe officials."

"How can someone who has committed such a serious crime have the nerve to say this?"

Although Zhao Changlin was also full of doubts about the appearance of the "Ten-fold Sword", she knew that if it weren't for the Ten-fold Sword leading a team of troops to block Ma Zongzhen's light cavalry, today, the people under her command would have to go through a bloody battle.

No matter what method Xia Zhiyuan used, even if it was really witchcraft, what would it matter?

For her, there is nothing taboo when it comes to Zhiyuan.

"you you…!"

King Wen was so angry that he was speechless. If his plan had gone according to his mind, he would have taken advantage of the burial of the late emperor to raise an army and hold the eldest princess hostage today.

Control the entire imperial city, the front court and the harem.

By then, it would only take a few days for the troops under his command that were closest to Jinzhou City to arrive and surround the imperial city.

Even so, that group of old generals who intended to protect Her Royal Highness the Princess, or the military power held by the Princess herself, were trapped.

He has their master in his hand. Do these people dare to really attack him? Put the sword on their master and see if they dare to move!

But now, this first move has fallen into the wrong place.

All the game loses.

"My Lord, don't say any more words to this witch!"

"Now we and the prince are on the same boat, so we have to fight to the death!"

Several military officers who were protecting King Wen rolled up their robes, looking as if they would rather die than surrender. They were fuming and glaring, wondering how they could tolerate a woman ascending the throne in front of them.

Isn't this ridiculous? !

absurd!

"Then you guys try it."

Zhao Changlin guessed that the time was almost up. Looking at this group of traitors who would not cry until they saw the coffin, he called out softly, "Di Ping."

As if sensing something, a bloody head flew out from nowhere and landed in front of King Wen. The face on the head looked terrified, and its eyes were wide open, as if it had died with its eyes open.

Blood was still dripping from the broken neck.

Seeing the bloody scene, Xia Zhiyuan suppressed his nausea and saw a shadow guard covered in blood walking towards him. There were countless cuts on her long sword and countless frictions on the blade.

Obviously, he had been through a bloody battle.

There was blood on Di Ping's armored wrists. His white fingers fell on his face, and he lifted them up slightly to take off the terrifying black iron mask.

"Di Ping pays respect to His Highness!"

"Your Highness, stay safe!"