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

Outside the vermilion gate of the temple, there is a century-old camphor tree. The shadow of the tree falls on the bluestone ground, and the trunk is covered with moss and hung with many red ribbons.

It is the wish made by pilgrims.

There were a few monks sweeping in front of the door. The bamboo brooms made a crisp sound when they fell on the bluestone bricks. The monks were wearing simple clothes with a few strings of Buddhist beads hanging on them.

In order to avoid missing Princess Changyi, Xia Zhiyuan got up early and rushed here. The leaves were still covered with morning dew.

But many believers have already hurried over.

Zhengyin Temple is the most famous temple in Jinzhou City. It is said that many dignitaries often come here to burn incense and worship Buddha.

"Miss, who are we waiting for here?"

"Miss, you have been looking at leaves for a long time... What is so good about these leaves?"

Chunni didn't quite understand, but she stood aside obediently. It was not until now that she could no longer hold it in that she asked. She always felt that the young lady was a little different from before, but she couldn't tell what was different.

But there was one thing that Chunni was deeply impressed with: at least the young lady was willing to take the medicine.

In the past, she would secretly pour out the medicine, saying that if her illness became more serious, maybe the master would come to see her.

Chunni could only shake her head and sigh, carefully trying to comfort the young lady, but no matter what she said, the young lady would not listen, and just kept saying: "Chuni...you don't understand...Daddy..."

Then a person would support his chin and look at the long river outside the window for a long time. Sometimes, even when it rained, he would not leave the window and let the cold wind blow on his face.

Now it can be said that this change is at least for the better.

"Waiting for someone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Zhiyuan's eyes flashed and he saw the figure behind Chunni. He put his fingertips together slightly, and unknowingly, his heartbeat actually accelerated slightly.

Seeing her young lady's sudden change in expression, Chunni suddenly realized something and looked forward in the direction her young lady was looking.

I saw a woman in red standing under the camphor tree, with two guards beside her. They had swords on their waists and wore black iron masks on their faces. It was impossible to tell whether she was a man or a woman.

The breeze lifted her red skirt. Her jet-black hair was draped behind her head, and the delicate gold ornaments fixed her jet-black long hair.

She looked up at the red silk hanging from the camphor tree, not knowing what she was thinking. Perhaps the red silk in front of her was tied by her own hands.

"That's...that's...Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

Chunni was obviously a little excited, but the distance was a bit far, and there were pilgrims coming and going in the temple. They saw the woman in red followed by two famous "shadow guards".

Naturally I didn't dare to get close.

This rumored shadow guard is a member exclusively of the royal family and has several important duties.

When people see the shadow guard appear, they stay away and dare not get close, for fear that they will be found out and thought that they have committed some unforgivable crime.

"Shh, keep your voice down."

Xia Zhiyuan sighed inwardly. This little girl was always noisy and could not hide things even more than her.

It's a huge leak!

"Miss, I understand."

Chunni then covered her mouth in annoyance, but her action was obviously too slow. The shadow guard standing next to the princess had excellent hearing.

He raised his face, which was wearing a black iron mask, and looked over here. It was pitch black under the mask, which looked a little scary at first glance.

Chunni unconsciously hid behind Xia Zhiyuan. When she was in front of the lady before, her mother often told her about the deeds of the shadow guard.

But each one is scarier than the other.

The armor on the shadow guards made some slight noises due to friction. Normally they did not wear full armor, only light armor. It was a little inconvenient to move in full armor, but this time they had to protect His Highness without any mistakes.

Zhao Changlin heard the sound and turned around to look in the direction of the shadow guard's sight. Naturally, he saw the familiar figure. The weather today was not very cold.

But the thin girl was still wearing a thick cloak. The fluff on the cloak looked even whiter in the bright sunshine, and also made the girl's face look even more sickly.

Why is she here today?

Was it to pray for his own health? A thought flashed through Zhao Changlin's mind, and he remembered the word "peace" he had seen on the red silk just now.

Maybe that's the case.

My father once said that the closer a person's death is, the more he wants to survive, and at that time he can do anything, so whether he is a king or a human being.

No one should ever find themselves in a situation where their life is controlled by others, where they would be unable to either live or die.

Zhao Changlin looked down again and saw the vermilion Buddhist beads on his wrist. He thought that she must come to the temple often.

Since we already know each other, wouldn’t it be rude if I didn’t go up and say hello?

"You guys wait here."

Looking back at the two shadow guards who were following him, Zhao Changlin gave orders coldly. The two shadow guards looked at each other, but in the end they just bowed.

"Your Highness has instructed!"

Black boots stepped on the stone slabs, and Zhao Changlin walked over with a raised eyebrow and a smile on his lips.

Although she looked like she had a sinister smile, Xia Zhiyuan unexpectedly saw a shallow dimple on her cheek.

Somewhat surprised.

Because it was never described in the original novel, most of the time when Princess Changyi appeared, she was crawling in the dark, planning her own grand plan.

It seemed as if no one could stop her from ascending the throne.

"Why...are you here?"

"Are you here to pray?"

With his arms folded across his chest, Zhao Changlin seemed to be very familiar with this temple. His slender back was leaning against a stone pillar, on which were carved lifelike lotus flowers.

Her greeting was not at all formal like the one in the princess's mansion. Instead, it just sounded like an ordinary chat. Even the ladies from wealthy families in the capital would not be so graceful and elegant.

The wind today seemed to be particularly fond of her. Zhao Changlin's red dress continued to flutter, close to the stone pillar.

Her eyes were full of smiles and anticipation.

"To reply to Your Highness... yes."

Xia Zhiyuan felt her heart skip a beat. This look of shock was not an act. She was truly bewitched by the man in front of her.

Succubus, it's just a succubus...

"You don't have to bow to me. If you were in a crowded place on a normal day, it would be fine, but now, no one will regulate your every move."

"That's what I said."

"Is it substantial?"

She stretched out her hand and grabbed Xia Zhiyuan's elbow. The distance between them was shortened again, almost close to each other. Xia Zhiyuan's cheeks suddenly felt slightly hot for no reason, as if his whole body was burning.

It's over... My attention is completely focused on the lips of the person in front of me.