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

Even though my whole body was wrapped in warmth.

Xia Zhiyuan moved his fingers slightly, and felt that his body was still like a piece of solid ice that would never melt.

But then, she felt a warm sensation on her back. The feeling was almost indescribable, as if warm water was flowing through her entire body.

Gradually regaining my sanity.

"Huh...huh..."

Unable to help but gasp, Xia Zhiyuan dug his fingers into the bed, breathing rapidly.

This body really...cannot be overused.

Next time, next time for sure.

You must take good care of your health.

Xia Zhiyuan was in a daze. He wanted to open his eyes but found that they were extremely tired. He could only move his fingertips upwards with difficulty.

Then, my fingertips touched soft...satin? !

Is this satin?

She was confused and touched it carefully, but it didn't feel like silk. It was soft, smooth, and... very hot.

Compared to the icy coldness on his body, the object his fingers touched felt like a soft, warm stove.

Xia Zhiyuan leaned forward involuntarily. This was her body's instinct, the instinct to survive.

Her legs were also wrapped tightly around him, and at this moment she was like an octopus, tightly binding the body in her arms.

As soon as Zhao Changlin opened his eyes, he found that Xia Zhiyuan was holding his neck in his arms. He didn't know where the weak Xia Zhiyuan got so much strength from, but Zhao Changlin was caught off guard and was pushed down.

There was almost no distance between the two people, and their noses touched. Zhao Changlin could even see Xia Zhiyuan's slightly pale lips.

Her brows were still slightly furrowed, as if she was feeling unspeakably sad.

Is your body still cold?

Zhao Changlin reached out his hand, lifted the hair from her temples, tucked the strands of hair behind Xia Zhiyuan's ears, and touched Xia Zhiyuan's forehead with his fingertips.

It's still cold.

Now that Zhiyuan is unconscious and has not eaten anything, his stomach is empty. I'm afraid he can't even drink the medicine.

Even if it is fed, it is difficult to digest.

It seems that the only option is to use a medicated bath.

She gave instructions last night, and I think all the herbs needed for the medicinal bath this morning have been prepared.

but.

Zhao Changlin lowered his eyes to look at Xia Zhiyuan who was still sleeping, and sighed unconsciously. He decided to let Zhiyuan sleep for a while longer.

Recently, she has been busy with her own affairs without a moment's rest. Now that she can finally take a break, she should have a good rest, right?

Besides, I'm afraid I won't be able to come and accompany her in a few days.

The situation has not yet stabilized, and he still has a lot of things to do, such as how to execute King Wen and how to deal with the covetous eyes of generals and officials from various provinces.

And how to sit firmly on the throne in front of you.

"Warm... so warm..."

A faint murmur came from Xia Zhiyuan's red lips, and she raised her neck almost fondly and pressed it against Zhao Changlin's cheek.

As the red lips brushed across her cheek, Zhao Changlin's mind seemed to be stirred. Looking down, he saw Xia Zhiyuan's slightly undulating collarbone and her skin as white as porcelain.

"Is it... Your Highness?"

Xia Zhiyuan spoke out what was in his mind in a voice like a dream, even though he couldn't open his eyes and was half asleep and half awake, with his consciousness floating in and out.

"Hmm... Your Highness' body... is really warm..."

Hearing her words, Zhao Changlin suddenly became cautious. She didn't know whether Xia Zhiyuan was awake or not.

He was also afraid that his actions would disturb Xia Zhiyuan's light sleep.

"Your Highness...can you stay with...Ji Won...for a while longer?"

"Just a little sleep."

Xia Zhiyuan expressed her needs intermittently. Her hands began to fall on Zhao Changlin's back, and then moved down until they embraced his waist.

Her palms pressed against his skin, and she really liked the burning warmth of his highness' body, as if it could drive away the coldness in her body.

Xia Zhiyuan could still feel the caress and touch of the long inky black hair on his cheek, which made him feel distracted, numb and tingling, and he couldn't help but linger.

The red lips parted slightly for a soft kiss.

It fell on Zhao Changlin's earlobe, as if it was a prank. Xia Zhiyuan kissed it deliberately, and then let it go as if he had succeeded.

There is a small black mole on your prince's earlobe. If you don't look very close, it is almost impossible to see it clearly.

Before, when Xia Zhiyuan was sitting next to His Highness and reading a book, she would often lose her focus and stare at Zhao Changlin's profile. Over time, she discovered this secret that only she knew.

Are the words of the saints really as good as the beautiful features of His Highness?

His earlobe was wrapped in moisture and heat, and Zhao Changlin felt as if he had been bitten by a greedy cat, and it was a little itchy.

"Really... this all morning..."

Zhao Changlin smiled helplessly, and put all his strength into kissing Xia Zhiyuan on the bridge of his nose, somewhat unwilling to admit defeat. A light, crystal-clear water-colored glow flowed on the bridge of his nose.

The two hugged each other tighter again, regardless of the loose clothes on their bodies and the exposed white shoulders, their collarbones pressed against each other.

It was as if the bones had merged into each other's bodies.

"Just sleep a little longer, then it's time to get up."

"I need to take a medicinal bath...and eat well."

Zhao Changlin whispered softly as if he was coaxing a child to sleep.

……

Behind the screen in the main hall, hot air was rising.

Countless palace maids were picking out medicinal herbs on the trays. Chunni frowned and checked them carefully, fearing that she had missed something.

It will delay the lady's treatment.

The medicinal herbs were put into the pool one by one. After a while, the transparent pool water was already dyed with a layer of medicinal green.

The pool water exudes a bitter smell that drifts throughout the hall.

"Sister Chunni, does Miss Xia like this dress?"

"If Miss Xia doesn't like it, I'll change it later."

A palace maid came in, leading several little palace maids. The little palace maids were holding mahogany trays in their hands, bowing and being very respectful.

It seemed as if he was afraid of offending Chunni.

There were a dazzling array of clothes on the tray, and Chunni could tell at a glance that these things were top-notch goods in the palace.

After all, Xia Zhiyuan is now a favorite of His Highness, and the wind direction in the entire six palaces has gradually become clear.

They are respectful to Chunni because they believe that if one person succeeds, all the people around him will benefit.

Now that King Wen has been arrested and imprisoned, his execution is still uncertain. We have to wait for the decision of His Highness and the civil and military officials, but smart people have long known that King Wen’s situation is hopeless.

What's left are just loaches that can no longer stir up any waves.

"Leave this warmer one here."

"Miss likes warmer clothes."

Chunni selected carefully and pointed at one of the sets.

After carefully examining the pattern and finding nothing wrong with it, he continued to instruct: "Take it down and fumigate it with herbs first."