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

Zhao Changlin stood up, holding the umbrella handle slightly tilted to block the invasion of the light snow. A lot of snow also fell on the fur of the black cloak behind her.

"Now that I have ascended the throne, what does Zhi Yuan want?"

"This is a reward based on merit, and Zhiyuan deserves it."

Logically speaking, tomorrow is the time to formally discuss these things, but Zhao Changlin selfishly asked Xia Zhiyuan what he liked first.

Hearing His Highness's question, Xia Zhiyuan sighed helplessly in his heart. Does this mean that someone will hand you a pillow just when you want to sleep?

Well, since Your Highness has asked, don't blame me for being rude.

She thought for a moment and already had the answer. Xia Zhiyuan slowly stood up and met Zhao Changlin's eyes.

The wind and snow in the dark night are not as violent as those in the daytime. Instead, they are gentler and cooler, making people more sober.

So that she was able to say these words that she had been hesitant and brewing for a long time.

Xia Zhiyuan stretched out his fingers to press down the unruly black hair on his temples, curled it with his fingers, and tucked it behind his ears.

She took a step forward and hooked her hands around Zhao Changlin's neck. This posture was extremely ambiguous. Apart from her, no one else dared to do this to His Highness.

This is beyond the rules and against regulations.

If other people saw this, they would definitely say that Xia Zhiyuan was a vixen who brought disaster to the country and the people. However, Xia Zhiyuan was weak and sickly, so there was no way she could be considered a charming woman.

Instead, she was like the clear stream of melted snow, flowing down from the Tianshan Mountains to save all mortals.

Zhao Changlin couldn't bear to hear others talk about her like this, so anyone who had criticized Xia Zhiyuan in this way was dealt with by her without a trace. It was she who wanted to indulge in this, and it had nothing to do with Zhiyuan.

Zhao Changlin naturally would not allow such dirty water to be thrown on her so blatantly. If it was said behind her back, then deal with it behind her back. If it was said openly, then deal with it openly.

"Your Highness, do you really want to ask Zhiyuan's opinion first?"

"Then Your Highness must promise Zhiyuan..."

The man was getting closer and closer, like a boneless person, but Zhao Changlin was not angry, he just chuckled.

"Yes, I came here specially to ask you, do you still want to be so shy with your sister?"

In front of her, Zhao Changlin was still the same as before, and did not call himself "I" as he did in front of court officials.

It seemed like Xia Zhiyuan did not change his words. Perhaps the word "Your Highness" came to his mind more easily, or perhaps Xia Zhiyuan simply did not want to change it.

But Zhao Changlin did not blame him. Instead, he enjoyed the fact that Zhiyuan was willing to address him as "Your Highness".

"Then... Zhiyuan, you're welcome."

She leaned very close to him, and even though she looked smiling, Zhao Changlin felt that Xia Zhiyuan was hiding something.

Zhao Changlin frowned slightly, and before he could open his mouth to ask, he heard Xia Zhiyuan's answer.

"Your Highness, can you promise Zhiyuan that no matter what Zhiyuan does in the future, Your Highness will forgive Zhiyuan?"

Sincere and serious, as if he was really asking himself about his merits and deeds and asking for rewards.

"forgive…?"

"Are you apologizing to me in advance?"

Zhao Changlin reacted instantly and thought of the words "leave" that Xia Zhiyuan had said to him a few days ago.

"Yes, Your Highness...will you agree?"

She did not let go of her hand, but pressed it hard and pressed Zhao Changlin into her arms. Xia Zhiyuan patted Zhao Changlin's shoulders gently like a mother.

"If Your Highness does not agree, then Zhiyuan will continue to answer Your Highness as before... Zhiyuan has nothing else to ask for."

Listening to her whispering in his ear, Zhao Changlin suddenly used some strength in his fingers and pinched Xia Zhiyuan's waist, making Xia Zhiyuan feel a slight pain.

Even though he was extremely angry, Zhao Changlin did not do anything to Xia Zhiyuan. She seemed to be sulking on her own, with her lips tightly pursed.

Undergoing a tsunami of emotions.

"I promise you."

"Ji Yuan...I will agree to whatever your request is."

"But there is only one thing..."

Zhao Changlin looked at the snow piled on the umbrella falling down and dancing in the night wind. He felt his throat dry and astringent, and his voice became hoarse.

"I won't promise you."

His cheeks were cold, and Zhao Changlin felt warm tears running down his lips. The tears tasted salty and bitter.

She slightly opened her red lips and was about to continue speaking, as if she wanted to tear open the window paper that had not yet been broken.

However, a somewhat cold finger pressed against her red lips. Xia Zhiyuan hushed softly and smiled, "Your Highness, if you put it this way, isn't it completely contrary to what you promised Zhiyuan before?"

"Your Highness's words are no longer valid?"

"Don't joke, sir."

Zhao Changlin wanted to say something else, but Xia Zhiyuan grabbed his wrist and walked inside. The oil-paper umbrella swayed slightly. Zhao Changlin was not on guard against her at all, so he could not control his steps for a moment and followed her forward.

He staggered a few steps, with the soles of his shoes rubbing against a lot of white snowflakes, before he finally reached the front of the hall.

At this time, the roof was already covered with snow, covering the former golden splendor of the glazed tiles.

The stone lamp was still burning slowly, and the entire courtyard was clearly visible, but the light was shaking a little, and even the shadows of the tree branches were mottled.

"Your Highness, please don't quarrel with Zhiyuan tonight, okay?"

She knew that what she was doing was somewhat rogue, but this trick worked best and His Highness was most susceptible to it, so Xia Zhiyuan was most comfortable with it and liked to use it the most.

"But……"

Xia Zhiyuan moved his fingers away, and Zhao Changlin's lips just got a moment to breathe, but then Xia Zhiyuan spoke first and blocked her from saying anything.

"Didn't His Highness say that today is a happy day?"

"So, shouldn't we do what we should do on a big day?"

It was an obvious change of subject, but Zhao Changlin couldn't help but be attracted and was immediately drawn in. She couldn't ignore Xia Zhiyuan standing in front of her.

The trick of pretending to be nice.

Zhao Changlin had learned this technique a long time ago, but she never thought that one day she would use it on Xia Zhiyuan.

Why do we have to separate? Why do we have to leave? Isn't it good to stay together forever?

Is it the right thing to do to seek death like my mother did?

Why can't a person hold all her fate in her own hands? What she loves, what she cherishes, what she cares about.

Be sure to hold on tight.

"Today, I will not argue with you."

"I will do what I promised you, but I will also consider it."

"Zhiyuan, I admit that you are an excellent hunter. You have successfully captured me, and I am happy with it."

Zhao Changlin slowly folded the umbrella, her fingers gripping the umbrella handle as she spoke each word firmly.

"But I think you should understand that I did all this willingly."

"If I don't want to one day, no one can influence my thoughts."

"Jiyuan, you can't either."

You can't tease me and then run away as if nothing happened.