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

As there was a table in front of the two of them with tea sets on it, Zhao Changlin did not dare to act rashly, for fear that a single movement would spill the tea on the floor.

The tea was scalding hot and it would definitely be unpleasant if it was spilled on someone.

Xia Zhiyuan was no longer as clumsy as before. He slowly pinched Zhao Changlin's earlobe with his fingers until the air in his lungs was exhausted.

Due to the friction just now, the skin has become red and swollen.

"…Have you calmed down, Your Highness?"

Xia Zhiyuan loosened her fingers, pressed her thumb on Zhao Changlin's ear and rubbed it, her tone was still a little moist, and her eyes were slightly red.

"When have I ever been angry..."

Although he refused to admit it, Zhao Changlin was dazed by the kiss, and his tone of voice became softer, a tone that Xia Zhiyuan had never heard before.

Her heart softened a little in an instant.

I continued to rub His Highness' ears. They were soft and felt great to the touch. The ears, which had been a little cold, had now become warm.

"Okay, it's Zhiyuan's fault. Your Highness is not angry."

"Isn't that right?"

This was simply a trick to coax a child. Zhao Changlin swallowed the words back when they came to her lips. She wanted to say that this was childish, but she was worried. Looking at Lu Boshan's appearance, he must have been courteous to Zhiyuan.

Will Zhi Yuan really leave with Lu Boshan, become the wife of the Marquis and no longer care about herself?

She was worried about gains and losses, thinking about her mother abandoning her when she was young. She gave up all worldly concerns and kept muttering about becoming a nun and purifying her six senses.

Her mother was just as gentle as she was, coaxing her softly and never leaving.

So will Zhiyuan leave me?

Will he resolutely abandon everything? Because there are more important things, just like his mother wants to convert to Buddhism, and Zhiyuan also has something he wants to do.

There are things more important than yourself.

Zhao Changlin thought of a canary that his father gave him when he was a child. The golden birdcage matched the canary's fur very well.

But the beautiful little bird didn't seem to like the cage that imprisoned it. It cried day and night, and grabbed the golden cage with its claws.

He banged his head against the cage and bit the birdcage with his mouth until he was on the verge of death.

“Why don’t you answer…?”

"Is there something on your mind, Your Highness?"

Xia Zhiyuan was worried that he might have kissed too hard just now, so he lowered his head to check Zhao Changlin's lips, but Zhao Changlin grabbed his wrist.

"Zhiyuan, although I don't know what Lu Boshan said to you, he is not a trustworthy person."

Zhao Changlin's fingertips did not exert any force, but just barely grasped Xia Zhiyuan's wrist.

"Today in the court, he tried to stop us several times, as if he was well prepared, but he was finally defeated by the verbal battle among the ministers."

"He asked me to make him a promise."

Having said this, Zhao Changlin did not continue.

But Xia Zhiyuan could also guess what kind of promise Lu Boshan wanted, but if he said it out loud at this critical juncture, wouldn't Lu Boshan directly offend the General's Mansion?

Therefore, Lu Boshan must not have said it so directly, but rather was ambiguous. If the ministers did not understand the deeper meaning, they might think that Lu Boshan was just asking for the reward he deserved.

It goes without saying that there must be voices of support in the court.

By not saying it directly, he could naturally make Nuo Zimu believe that Lu Boshan sincerely wanted to marry his daughter. This could be said to kill two birds with one stone.

It's really a case of being too clever.

Therefore, his direct admission just now made His Highness even more uneasy, and Xia Zhiyuan felt a little guilty.

Walked over and squatted down.

Grabbing His Highness' wrist, he squeezed his fingers in inch by inch, and the two of them interlocked their fingers.

His Highness's hands were a little cold, probably because he had just stood outside for a long time.

Xia Zhiyuan grabbed His Highness's hand, leaned it against his chest, and exhaled a breath of hot air.

"No problem, Your Highness, just give him a promise."

"No one can decide where Zhiyuan wants to go and where to stay, not even your Highness's order."

"Only Zhiyuan can decide what Zhiyuan thinks and what he wants."

"Your Highness, do you know what Zhiyuan's choice is?"

The waistcoat she was wearing fell on his arms, and the white fluff also covered them. Even through the outer shirt, Zhao Changlin still felt a little itchy. The words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say an answer.

Suddenly, Zhao Changlin found herself unwilling to face such an answer. She even had an indescribable selfish thought in her heart.

I want to close the birdcage tightly.

No one can open it but you. Only you have the key to the birdcage and only you can control everything about it.

Zhao Changlin's whole body tensed up, his eyes falling on Xia Zhiyuan's straight nose, which she had just rubbed against his cheek affectionately.

Does she care about herself too?

"You're not going with him, are you?"

“Ji-won, you won’t go with him.”

She couldn't be angry, nor could she get angry at this moment. When she was encircling and attacking, she had to wait for the prey to step closer before she could kill it with one blow.

But there was a conflict between reason and emotion, and Zhao Changlin couldn't control her emotions. Unconsciously, her tone already showed some reluctance.

This seemed to be the first time that he saw His Highness so out of control. Xia Zhiyuan was stunned for a second, but then immediately adjusted himself.

The mental pressure of working non-stop was too great, and eventually His Highness lost control.

Having said that, it is no wonder why nine out of ten emperors in the royal family went crazy, and the remaining one just painted landscapes, flowers and birds, and shut himself in and made locks.

Xia Zhiyuan was really afraid that His Highness would become mentally ill from being too busy, so he decided to go to the system store when he had time to see if there were any drugs for mental treatment.

"Will not."

"Ji Won will not leave your Highness."

Moving a little closer, Xia Zhiyuan simply lay down obediently on Zhao Changlin's legs. The princess's red skirt had obviously been fumigated with herbs and had a faint floral scent, so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable even if she lay on him.

On the contrary it is very comfortable.

"Besides, didn't His Highness say that there was only one hour left?"

"Why bother talking about all this nonsense?"

"We have more important things to do, don't we?"

Holding Zhao Changlin's hand, Xia Zhiyuan placed Zhao Changlin's palm on his collarbone. Although separated by thick clothes, Zhao Changlin could still imagine the softness and heat of Xia Zhiyuan's collarbone.

On a night in the thick of autumn, she once kissed him quietly, unable to control her emotions.

"Forget about that, Your Highness. You shouldn't worry so much."

“Just keep going.”

"Only then can you become the final winner."

It was almost like a charming whisper, ringing in Zhao Changlin's ears. Zhao Changlin's fingers tightened, his throat became dry, and he felt like a long-awaited rain.

Xia Zhiyuan completely controlled him.

Why didn’t she realize before... that Zhiyuan was so good at winning people’s hearts.