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

The topic of who to send to Xizhou City eventually turned into a chaotic fight between civil and military officials.

Several ministers quarreled in the court until their faces turned red and their necks became thick, and they wished they could roll up their sleeves and start fighting on the spot.

Until the end of the court session, the ministers had not yet decided who would win the debate. If an ordinary military officer had been defeated, such a battle-hardened civil servant would have been no match for him.

They are good at leading troops in battles, but how can they compare with the ministers of remonstration when it comes to talking in the hall?

However, Nuo Zimu, who was led by the military officers, was no ordinary person. Born into a noble family, he knew the words of the civil officials by heart and could even draw inferences about other situations from them.

This left the civil servants speechless. They stamped their feet in anger, but they did not dare to point at Nuo Zimu's nose and curse him.

I can only pick out some mild and pale words to fight back.

However, Zhao Changlin was not affected by the quarrel between the two parties at all. The quarrel was so fierce and chaotic, which was exactly what she needed. Whether these people agreed or not would not affect her decision.

She wanted Zhiyuan to go just to pave the way for him. No matter what happened to the Daluo Kingdom or the pirates, if she stationed 20,000 elite troops on the border, she wanted to see who would have the courage to attack.

Although Zhao Changlin was in a good mood at the moment and was strolling along the long corridor of the palace, the servants following him began to guess what His Majesty's mood was.

After ascending the throne, Zhao Changlin was no longer Her Royal Highness the Princess, but the empress who was supreme over all people.

They are more careful in doing things than before, and there are a lot more rules than before.

"Your Majesty, shall we return to the palace?"

"Dinner is ready."

Zhe Ji stepped forward and bowed. According to the appointed time, His Majesty should have dinner now. If it was delayed any further, the eunuchs and palace maids in the imperial kitchen would probably have to work hard to prepare another portion.

Hearing the voice of the person behind him, Zhao Changlin thought of Zhiyuan who had moved back, and felt happy in his heart.

I will definitely let her see it well. Since she doesn't want to stay in the palace, then I will go to a place where the sky is high and the sea is vast, and spread my wings and fly.

With her talent, there is nothing she can't accomplish.

Just don't mention leaving my side.

"Go back to the palace."

"Oh, by the way, are the snacks that I asked the imperial kitchen to make ready?"

When Zhao Changlin walked out of the Golden Palace, he had already lost his majestic aura and was no different from usual.

It seems like the style of the eldest princess in the past.

Zhezhi knew that His Highness would ask this question, so he nodded immediately and replied softly, "Your Majesty, it's ready and is being kept warm in the pot."

"Well, I'll go get it myself."

Zhao Changlin raised his foot, turned, and headed towards the imperial kitchen.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, are you serious?"

Xiao Liuzi stood there in a daze. Although he knew that in His Majesty's heart, Miss Zhiyuan was irreplaceable, this was the first time that His Majesty was willing to do this.

The only thing left is to wash your hands and cook soup for love.

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The new snow covers the bamboo, emerald green mixed with white.

The cold wind outside the window blew up the flying snow in the air, and a woman was sitting under the window.

Xia Zhiyuan held the brush in his hand, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind at the moment. The brush was stained with ink, and he did not write for a long time.

The white paper still only had the first few words on it, and it looked extremely lonely.

Ever since the system gave him the final notification, Xia Zhiyuan has been thinking about how to continue writing this farewell letter and what he should do so that His Highness would not be angry.

So every time I started to write two words, I would become afraid and retreat, and the feeling of reluctance would suddenly surge up.

Changlin...

After these two words, how could she write the words of farewell?

"Miss, His Majesty is coming!"

Chunni, who was on duty outside the door, heard the sound coming from afar. She almost subconsciously lifted the curtain and came in front of Xia Zhiyuan.

He folded his hands and bowed.

Xia Zhiyuan was frightened by Chunni's sudden surprise. She quickly put away the paper in her hand, as if she was afraid of being seen.

Seeing her young lady's action, Chunni knew that she was a bit reckless, but she was illiterate, so she couldn't understand what her young lady was writing.

Chunni quickly took two steps back.

"Got it. Since your majesty has returned to the palace, go down and prepare dinner."

"Okay, Miss, Chunni will go right away."

However, Chunni had just left the palace when he heard a shrill voice reporting something, echoing throughout the palace.

Xia Zhiyuan was busy tidying up, perhaps because she had too many worries, and there were a lot of crumpled paper balls piled up under the table.

The more pleasure you get when you rub it, the more embarrassing it will be when you pick it up. This saying is really true.

After finally opening the drawer, he hid everything inside. Then the beaded curtain of the study was lifted, and a familiar voice came over: "Zhiyuan, what are you...doing?"

Zhao Changlin held the food box in one hand and lifted the bead curtain with the other, and her handsome eyes and eyebrows came into view.

"It's just some random talk. I copied it down because I thought it was interesting."

His ability to tell lies with open eyes is improving day by day, and Xia Zhiyuan feels that his acting skills have also improved a lot. The main reason is that it is too difficult to hide the truth from His Highness.

Xia Zhiyuan walked slowly and came in front of Zhao Changlin. Their eyes met. Zhao Changlin looked at her face with some helplessness.

There was a very faint trace of ink.

I don't know when it was dyed, but it looks like it has been dried for a long time.

She stretched out her other hand. Her left hand was still a little unsteady, so she placed her thumb on the side of Xia Zhiyuan's face, and Zhao Changlin rubbed it gently.

The dried ink quickly fell off, but some of it was still smudged on Xia Zhiyuan's pale cheeks, looking very cute.

Zhao Changlin moved his fingers back and rubbed a long line on Xia Zhiyuan's face. Looking at the inky mark, she chuckled.

Faced with His Highness's sudden attack, Xia Zhiyuan was a little at a loss at first, but then he gradually resigned himself to his fate and allowed Zhao Changlin's left hand to do whatever it wanted on his face.

Even if we take a step back, she has no right to choose.

"Okay, Your Highness, there's no need to laugh at Zhiyuan..."

Xia Zhiyuan, who originally thought it was nothing, felt a little embarrassed and started to shrink after hearing that smile.

"Okay, then don't laugh."

"Look what I brought you?"

Picking up the food box in her hand, Zhao Changlin took two steps closer, with a look of pleasure on her brows.

Put the vermilion food box on the table.

"You just said... that what you copied was the miscellaneous talk?"

“Have they all been put away?”

Looking at the unusually clean table, Zhao Changlin felt puzzled, but did not think about it too much.

"What did your Highness bring?"

Xia Zhiyuan simply skipped the last two sentences. She felt guilty and only answered the first one.

If His Highness saw it, I would be in big trouble.