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

Then give it a try.

Anyway, I still have the system with me. If things really don't work, I can use the shuttle to sneak back here. As long as I sneak fast enough, no one can discover me, and no one can catch me.

This is wonderful.

Xia Zhiyuan stood up from the bathtub at once, the water on her body dripping onto the water surface, making a crisp sound, and soft petals stuck to her body.

She really missed His Highness and wanted to meet Him very much.

Anyway, it's not like he hasn't done this before. Before setting out for Longya Village, Xia Zhiyuan had sneaked into His Highness's bedroom and met with His Highness.

If I use the same old trick again, Your Highness won't be angry, right?

Please, Xia Zhiyuan, I am going to see His Highness, how could His Highness be angry?

……

Originally, Zhao Changlin planned to rest in the Qinzheng Hall today. After all, he had read so many memorials and was physically and mentally tired.

It's time to have a good rest.

However, after taking a look at the unfamiliar bed in the Qinzheng Hall and lying down, Zhao Changlin couldn't fall asleep and his mind was wandering.

It seems more ethereal than snowflakes. If God could convey this longing to Zhiyuan, would she be able to hear it?

She simply put on her coat and stood up, her fingers clasped on the soft coat, stroking the golden embroidered dragon scales on it. Zhao Changlin suddenly remembered that Zhiyuan also had this little habit.

Every time she hugged me, her fingers would unconsciously touch the dragon embroidery on her body. I don’t know what she was thinking.

However, Zhao Changlin did not hate it. Instead, he liked Xia Zhiyuan's touch very much.

It was dim in the hall. The dim yellow candles had burned halfway. A little palace maid stood aside, looking a little drowsy.

Zhao Changlin walked out quietly without disturbing them. However, when she reached the door, several palace maids on duty turned around and saluted her.

"See Your Majesty."

The cry of "Your Majesty" naturally woke up the dozing little palace maid. She opened her eyes with a start and saw His Majesty standing at the door of the hall.

Zhao Changlin was wearing only a thin moon-white dragon robe and standing in the dark night, with one of his long boots already crossing the threshold.

A gust of wind blew up at night, and the black hair behind Zhao Changlin fluttered, which was terrifying to look at.

Your Majesty can't go on like this. What will they do if you get a headache or a fever? You will definitely be scolded by the maids.

"It's okay, you guys stay here, I want to go somewhere else to relax."

Hearing the resolute tone in His Majesty's words, the other palace maids did not dare to step forward to stop him. However, it was useless to try to stop him. Once His Majesty had spoken, the words would be like water spilled and could not be taken back.

"Since your majesty is going to relax, please change into something warm first."

Zhezhi, who was standing by, took the heavy bearskin coat off the hanger and handed it over.

Zhao Changlin did not refuse politely. Instead, he took the jacket, put it on, and stepped out.

There were still many eunuchs and guards patrolling with lanterns in the palace. Zhao Changlin followed the path with ease and returned to his palace.

There were still people watching over the hall. The stone lamps in the courtyard were lit with long candlelight. The snow had been cleared away. Zhao Changlin walked over, leaving only shallow white footprints.

Seeing the familiar palace gate, Zhao Changlin recalled the image of a person in his mind, always with smiling eyes, holding a lantern at night, waiting for him to come back.

Sometimes he would stand by the bridge, holding a jade plate, leaning on the railing, whispering to the carp in the pond while scattering a handful of fish food.

All she could hear was the cheerful sound of water in the pond, rippling in circles, as if the sound was also rippling into her heart.

Unfortunately, tonight, there was no such person waiting for him to come back at the palace gate. Zhao Changlin sighed. The white mist was clearly visible under the candlelight.

She didn't know when her eyelashes became wet.

"Why is Your Majesty here?"

Seeing a vague figure beside the small bridge, several palace maids thought that their eyes were blurry. Could it be that they were too tired during the day?

"Shh, don't be so loud. His Majesty is here, so there's nothing to be surprised about. Let's just get ready for what we need to do."

It was obvious that since His Highness came here so late, he must have come back to sleep, so another palace maid slipped in and secretly informed him.

The remaining few came forward to greet them.

But Zhao Changlin didn't want to be so high-profile, so he just put his index finger to his red lips, made a gesture of silence, and walked in.

She walked quickly, not knowing whether she was annoyed by the cold weather outside or because she was tired and wanted to go to bed early.

The atmosphere in the palace was so familiar, except the person he wanted to see was missing. Zhao Changlin was so lost in thought that he ignored the several palace maids in the palace.

Go directly to the bedroom.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

The little palace maid called out a few times, but before she could take the coat that Zhao Changlin was wearing, she saw His Majesty had disappeared behind a beaded curtain, with the emerald green beads swaying slightly.

They didn't dare to follow in. That was His Majesty's bedroom. Without the permission of the person on duty, they would never dare to take a step inside. There were too many important secrets involved.

The official documents that His Majesty writes on a daily basis are all kept in the bedroom. Of course, they are not as important as the memorials piled up in the Qinzheng Hall.

But rules are rules, and they dare not cross them.

When Zhao Changlin entered the bedroom, his last hope was shattered. The bedroom was empty, with only a lantern burning faintly.

"I'm really confused... How could she be here..."

Zhao Changlin lowered his voice and sat on the bed, lost in thought. But why should he be sad? It was clearly he who was going to send her out of the imperial city and send her to Xizhou City. Wasn't all of this his own fault?

If the bird is to be given freedom, it must endure that it is not around its owner. Zhao Changlin is not very good at this, just like the childish girl has never opened the bird cage.

Nor did it make the birds fly high.

She lay on the pillow, gently sniffing the familiar fragrance. Normally, she would light the same incense in her palace, but at this moment Zhao Changlin felt something was different. It seemed that only the couch where Zhiyuan often slept had the scent that fascinated her.

Hard to extricate myself.

Zhao Changlin rubbed her face against the quilt and fell asleep unknowingly. In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, she suddenly felt a pair of hands falling on her ears.

From being cold at first to becoming warm later, those hands were so familiar and fresh in one's memory, as if Zhiyuan had returned to one's side again.