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

"Host, have you really made up your mind?"

"Do you want to use the 'teleport' skill?"

Hearing the system in his mind asking him questions, Xia Zhiyuan nodded in confirmation.

"It's decided, but... I have someone else to meet before I leave."

Needless to say, the system also knows that this must be the host's target, Princess Changyi.

"No problem, host, but it's late at night now. Even if this system teleports you to the Qinzheng Palace, you won't be able to say goodbye to the princess, right?"

"Why don't you go again tomorrow morning?"

How can we be sentimental without meeting each other?!

How to increase favorability?

"Why are you asking so many questions?"

If His Highness knew about this, he would probably not let him go. Besides, Xia Zhiyuan also knew about it.

Your Highness has too many things to do these days, and I shouldn't cause you any more trouble and distract you.

"This system is based on humanitarian care for the host's progress!"

Xia Zhiyuan understood the hidden meaning of the system's words, and he was just thinking about it.

But now is not the time for sweet whispers.

"I know that strategies and improving your favorability are important, but I must at least ensure your safety. I must not allow Longya Village to be connected to any forces that oppose your Highness."

Xia Zhiyuan stood up and put away all the books and documents he had placed on the table, even putting the brush back.

She raised her eyes, her eyes moved, and looked at Chunni who was standing there in a daze, and smiled.

"But host, isn't this putting the danger on yourself?"

The system asked in confusion. You have to know that Longya Village is located in a border area, with internal and external troubles. There are pursuers from the imperial court in front and barbarians eyeing them covetously from the back.

But bandits are so cruel and vicious that they live a carefree life day by day.

That's why I am so fearless.

If the host is worried about his target, there is no need to rush to die!

"Only by taking advantage of every opportunity can you have a chance to win"

"If Longya Village and the prefect become enemies, it will be too late for me to represent the court."

Xia Zhiyuan walked over slowly. The most important first step now was to let Chunni help her keep it secret. She would not be in the bedroom of the Cining Palace for some time.

……

It was quiet at night, and Zhao Changlin was not sleeping well. He frowned slightly, his fingertips resting on his palms, and half of his long jet-black hair fell on the side of his face.

The wind was still blowing, and the light snow fell silently on the glazed tiles.

If you don't listen carefully, you can't tell whether it is the lingering sound of the night wind and leaves, or the sound of snow covering the earth.

The hall was warm, with some sparks coming from the stove and the glow of the silver charcoal flickering.

Xia Zhiyuan squatted down, put his hand on the soft quilt, pulled it up, and looked at the prince's profile with gentle eyes.

She knew that her decision was risky.

However, Xia Zhiyuan never regretted the decisions he made, just like when he abandoned his adopted brother and went to see Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Any choice in life is a game. If you win, you win; if you lose, you lose.

But if you don’t gamble, you will always be a loser.

Setbacks are not scary. At least if you have tried your best, there will be no regrets. But if you don’t even try, that is true cowardice.

After thinking it over, Xia Zhiyuan took out a piece of letter he had written from his sleeve and placed it next to Zhao Changlin's pillow.

It explained everything in detail, including Xia Zhiyuan's plan, but Xia Zhiyuan didn't say it.

She planned to use her 30 points to exchange for the large amount of food that Longya Village needed, which the prefect of Lincang would definitely not be able to afford.

So I can only cover it myself.

But as a prerequisite for the exchange, Xia Zhiyuan naturally also needs Longya Village to work for him. There is no such thing as free business in this world. On the contrary, it is more reassuring to exchange money for goods.

However, Xia Zhiyuan had just put down the letter in his hand when he heard a rustling sound on the bed.

She was so frightened that she didn't even dare to breathe, fearing that her movements would wake the prince from his light sleep. Xia Zhiyuan stood stiffly in mid-air.

I dared not move.

It turns out that love really can make people indecisive. Xia Zhiyuan didn't have this experience before, but now, looking at His Highness's eyes, whether it was charm or joy, she wanted to peek into His Highness's mood from his eyes.

He was not wearing a thick mask, engaging in intrigue and deception among ministers in scarlet robes, performing puppet shows.

But what does the real prince think? Is the prince sad or happy?

"Are you...leaving?"

When she opened her eyes, Zhao Changlin saw a hazy shadow in front of her. The figure looked very much like the person she missed.

So she asked, stretched out her hand, placed it on Xia Zhiyuan's long sleeve, and gently pulled it.

Zhao Changlin closed his eyes and smiled helplessly.

"Are you really like this? You want to escape even in my dreams?"

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows. The book is right."

"Rabbits are... clever and cunning."

Her voice was very soft, like a whisper in a dream, making Xia Zhiyuan unable to tell whether the princess was awake or asleep.

However, the action of hooking the sleeves of his robe was still a little forceful. Xia Zhiyuan looked at the prince's exposed white arms, worried that his arms would catch a cold outside the quilt.

So he squatted down again and slowly put Zhao Changlin's hand back, but at this moment, Zhao Changlin's fingers suddenly exerted force and pressed down on the back of Xia Zhiyuan's hand.

Pressing her palms into the quilt.

"Now, do you still want to escape...?"

Opening her watery eyes, Zhao Changlin propped herself up from the bed with her other hand, and the quilt slipped off her shoulders.

His Highness was still wearing the familiar crescent-shaped robe, the fine gold threads on which had rubbed against Xia Zhiyuan's face countless times, making one linger.

"It was windy at night, how come... you came here alone without informing us?"

In the dark bedroom, Zhao Changlin couldn't see the face of the person in front of him clearly, but the aura of Xia Zhiyuan was indeed very familiar.

"Is your highness awake?"

Xia Zhiyuan was helpless. It seemed that he had to ask the system to exchange for another sleeping pill, otherwise he might not be able to escape today.

"Of course I woke up. I thought... you were dreaming."

Zhao Changlin's palm fell on Xia Zhiyuan's cheek. She smiled refreshingly, like a gentle summer breeze in this winter night.

"Ji Yuan, I don't care how you got to me, but...whatever you're going to do."

"I order you not to die."

Not far away, her desk was piled with densely packed memorials about Xia Zhiyuan's witchcraft, including some from the court officials who had witnessed Xia Zhiyuan's "divine soldiers and generals" that day.