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

"Your Majesty, it's time to change your clothes."

The little palace maid stood behind the screen, holding the dragon robe in both hands. Her shadow was graceful and her voice was soft.

Listening to the palace maid's words, Zhao Changlin stood up and looked at the marks all over her body. Suddenly, she felt a desire for possession. In the past, she didn't mind the palace maids undressing her, but now... she found that she didn't know when she started to care about these little things.

She didn't want anyone to see this ambiguous trace that belonged only to her.

So the voice sounded a little gloomy.

"Leave your clothes behind and leave first."

Zhao Changlin stood up from the bathtub, and the crystal clear water drops flowed down his collarbone to his ankles. Zhao Changlin lowered his head and saw clearly all the red marks on his body.

There was a spot that spread from the abdomen to the inner thigh. Zhao Changlin didn't feel any pain. Instead, he was filled with joy and laughed unconsciously.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The palace maid standing outside the screen carefully placed the tray in her hand aside and slowly retreated, not daring to disturb them again.

Zhao Changlin walked to the pear wood rack nearby with ease, took down the towel hanging on it, and wiped the water stains on his body bit by bit.

When the soft towel touched yesterday's traces, Zhao Changlin felt dazed, as if the feeling of being blindfolded had returned to his body again.

Why didn't she realize before that if Zhiyuan had the strength, he would be so rude, which was not like her.

Zhao Changlin, who had been hesitant in his heart, finally made up his mind at this moment.

When she was planning to encircle and suppress Lu Boshan, she led the army in person and went to pick up Xia Zhiyuan and bring him back to the palace.

No matter what people in the world say, Zhiyuan has never done anything to harm her from beginning to end. Zhiyuan is her lucky star.

How can she let go?

As an emperor, if you can't even keep the people you want to protect safe, then you'd be useless as an emperor.

After getting dressed, Zhao Changlin walked around the screen and glanced out the half-open window. The snow was gradually stopping, and he suddenly felt annoyed.

I shouldn't have been so focused on enjoying myself last night, but should have asked her to bring more clothes.

Zhao Changlin had asked the monks in the temple and the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple about Zhiyuan's life experience.

But without exception, the results are all the same: they cannot be predicted or calculated.

“No place to return to, no place to come from, no place to go.”

These nine words were like needles, and were deeply engraved in Zhao Changlin's heart, but Zhao Changlin had never told anyone about them.

If Zhiyuan has no place to go, then I will be her place to go, no matter where she came from or where she is going.

"I will be able to see you at the time of the Spring Equinox, Zhiyuan..."

It’s really terrible. Why do I miss you so much right after we separated?

Zhao Changlin himself was helpless, with his fingers against his palms, he had already made up his mind.

.........

Xia Zhiyuan put down the brush and was caught off guard when he saw the evasion in Di Ping's eyes. Only then did he realize something.

When I got up just now, I was only concerned with putting on more clothes and wrapping myself tighter, but I forgot about the marks left by His Highness behind my ears and on my neck.

Di Ping must have seen it, which is why he had such an expression.

However, Di Ping retreated extremely quickly, almost as if nothing had happened, and returned to his previous state in an instant.

Xia Zhiyuan unconsciously touched the mark on the back of her neck. She didn't care what others would think when she saw it. She just thought about what happened when the prince was blindfolded last night.

She is so beautiful that people want to taste her beauty and never forget it.

While rubbing his sore neck, Xia Zhiyuan spoke lightly, as if he was announcing a trivial daily matter.

"Go and pick up Princess Chengwang."

Upon hearing the name, Di Ping was stunned for a moment, and her expression, which had never changed, finally showed a hint of fluctuation.

Princess Chengwang—it was Zhao Yihan.

After parting at the royal hunting ground that day, Di Ping never saw the little princess again, but the reason she could not forget her to this day was because of the "farewell kiss" the little princess gave her.

Like a butterfly resting on a flower, Zhao Yihan gently placed a kiss on her neck as a farewell, but also as a hope for the day when they would meet again.

Di Ping was born into a noble family. He was chosen to serve as the eldest princess's bodyguard since he was a child. As the princess's status rose, Di Ping naturally gained control of the shadow guard.

She, His Highness, and the little princess have been childhood sweethearts, but His Highness has a stern face most of the time, completing the tasks assigned by His Majesty the Emperor, so he has no time to play.

Only the little princess would not give in and would pester His Highness every time, so His Highness had no choice but to ask himself to play with the little princess. Di Ping was only a few years older than them, and gradually lost the interest of children of the same age in day-to-day training.

"Di Ping, why don't you learn from His Highness? Do you have to learn from His Highness's domineering appearance?"

"He's cold as ice, but when he gets angry he's like a firecracker."

Zhao Yihan stretched out his tender little hand and pinched Di Ping's cheek, pulling it mercilessly and fiercely, causing Di Ping to frown and stagger, looking at Zhao Yihan's actions with a little innocence.

"If you want to tease her, just tease her. Why bother dragging me down with you?"

“I want to draw a line in the sand.”

Zhao Changlin, who was standing aside and watching the show, raised his eyebrows, seeming very dissatisfied with what Zhao Yihan was implying.

"I'm telling the truth. Are you going to deny it, Sister Changlin?"

Zhao Yihan was like a little bully, not giving in, and continued to press Di Ping's cheek with his fingers. He felt that it was very soft, like a steamed bun.

"whatever."

"The teacher will be here soon, I'll go back and check the homework first."

After finding an excuse, Zhao Changlin kicked his legs and jumped over the threshold. She was too lazy to say a few more words to this childish guy, otherwise he would cry in front of her again.

The crying was not real crying, but the kind of crying that was deliberately pretended - which was even more infuriating.

"Sister Changlin, don't go... The teacher gave Yihan the homework. Can you help Yihan finish it?"

Just as Zhao Yihan was about to let go and chase after Zhao Changlin, who had already walked a few meters away, he heard a timid voice behind him saying, "Princess... I can help you write it."

Mustering up his courage, Di Ping finally spoke his first words of the day.

She had already started to make plans in her mind. Di Ping was thinking that if he helped the little princess finish the homework assigned by the teacher, then the little princess would not cause trouble for him again.

Hearing this, Zhao Yihan's eyes lit up.

She quickly loosened her grip on Di Ping, her attitude did a 180-degree turn, and she was overjoyed.

Patted his hands.

The childish voice was full of excitement.

"Okay, Di Ping, you said it yourself!"

"Don't default on your debt~"