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

The sea breeze ruffled the horse's brown mane.

A familiar calling voice sounded in his ears, and Di Ping tightened the reins with his wrist and stopped.

The sound of horse hooves gradually stopped.

Her face was covered by a black iron mask, so her expression could not be seen clearly, but Di Ping subconsciously glanced at the carriage that was following the army out of the corner of his eye.

Zhao Yihan, wearing a golden crown and a blue robe, was looking at her with a smile, his eyes full of longing.

Di Ping dodged slightly and looked away out of the corner of her eye. She jumped off the horse swiftly and clasped her hands together.

"Greetings to His Majesty King Cheng!"

King Cheng is Zhao Yihan's father, the person Di Ping wants to meet.

"It's hard for you to have any intentions."

"Your Majesty sent me here to stay in the suburbs. It is not convenient to enter the city. You should take the princess there first."

"Remember, protect the princess's safety."

Holding the horsewhip in his hand, King Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. If he had allowed Yi Han to follow the army all the time, who knows what kind of trouble she would get into.

"Yes, His Highness King Cheng."

"I accept my order from my humble position!"

The person who was happiest after hearing her father's words was Zhao Yihan. She simply leaned against the carriage window and waved in the direction of Di Ping.

However, Zhao Yihan had obviously anticipated Di Ping's cold reaction. She knew that Di Ping must be embarrassed in front of so many people.

In other words, Di Ping was shy again when he saw her.

"You must have come here specially to pick me up, right?"

"Um…?"

The two men walked side by side, Di Ping leading the horse, and separated from the huge army behind them. The shadow guards riding tall horses surrounded the two men in the middle, keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings.

"In reply to the princess, it was Lord Zhiyuan who sent me here."

"This is my humble duty."

It was still the same official tone, which was really unpleasant to hear. Zhao Yihan shook his head helplessly, and the distance between them widened a little.

"You won't tell me the truth again?"

"Forget it. There's nothing much to say to a piece of wood like you."

"After entering the city, I will go directly to see Zhiyuan..."

After meeting again after a long separation, she still heard the official tone. Zhao Yihan lost interest instantly. Since Di Ping ignored her, she would ignore this guy Di Ping too.

What for? She has to keep trying to please others, but they ignore her. After all, she is a princess. When has she ever suffered so much?

The two of them walked forward in silence until Zhao Yihan turned around and was about to lift the curtain again to return to the carriage, and then Di Ping reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Her armored fingers were a little cold, but they didn't feel cold when they were held on someone's wrist. Di Ping finally spoke: "But I also wanted to come and see you."

Di Ping kept his public and private affairs very clear.

She said this so softly that Zhao Yihan was stunned for a moment. He didn't know if the sun rose from the west today, but Di Ping would be so proactive.

Could it be that I was pretending to be angry, making Di Ping think that I was really angry?

Well, a little bit actually.

However, her anger would disappear on its own after a while. She knew Di Ping's character better than anyone else, even better than Sister Changlin.

"Really? But that's not what you said just now."

Zhao Yihan frowned, his palm fell on Di Ping's black armor, he picked up her hand with one hand, and put it back on Di Ping's chest obediently.

"It's too late to be polite with me now."

Being rejected, Di Ping was stunned for a moment, and then she felt a hand touching the thin rope behind her and pulling it gently.

The mask slipped off, revealing her handsome features. Zhao Yihan felt that she looked familiar, not like a cold piece of iron.

"Don't wear a mask when talking to me next time."

"Just like you talked to Sister Changlin, you need to take off the mask."

"Did you hear that?"

Zhao Yihan has always been dissatisfied with Di Ping's behavior of wearing a mask when talking to her. She even mentioned it to Zhao Changlin several times, throwing a tantrum and doing everything she could to make Zhao Changlin agree to her request.

However, Zhao Changlin obviously didn't care much about what happened between the two of them. She just thought that as for the mask, if Di Ping was willing to take it off, then he could take it off, and if he wasn't willing, then there was no need to force him.

There was no need for her to force her men to do such boring things.

"My Lord, this is against the rules."

"Forgive me...I cannot agree to your request."

With his slender fingertips clasping his ink-black mask, Di Ping almost subconsciously denied it. If he completely took off his disguise in front of her, Di Ping did not deny that he would lose his composure, and she was also worried that she would lose her composure.

"Then why are you telling me 'I miss you'?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Zhao Yihan was really pissed off this time, so she got on the carriage without even looking back, and decided that she would never speak another word to Di Ping before the sun set.

This scene was naturally seen by many shadow guards. Some were surprised, some were indifferent, and some were calm.

They had never seen Captain Di Ping before, so seeing his surprised expression, they couldn't help but look at him a few more times, but their curiosity disappeared after just a few glances.

That's what a shadow guard is like. You shouldn't think too much about it.

It was not until the sound of carriage wheels came from behind that Di Ping realized that the princess was really angry. Her bitter words were stuck in her throat, but she had no way to refute.

Forget it, so be it.

Di Ping held the rope with his fingers and tied the mask on his face again, then stepped on the stirrup and never looked back in the direction of the carriage.

……

In Xizhou City, the entrance to the vegetable market is bustling with people.

The fishermen held their vegetable baskets and looked around to see the excitement. The shorter ones found a few stones and put them under their feet.

The tall ones kept rushing forward, fearing that they would miss some exciting and lively event.

"Have you heard? Today... the newly appointed official of the court is going to deal with all the cases that the county magistrate has accumulated in the past..."

"Yes, yes, I haven't even had time to kill the fish yet, I came over to take a look!"

"Those shameless murderers should have been punished long ago. In my opinion, they should all be chopped off with one blow! Drag them to a mass grave and bury them!"

"I hope it's not just a false happiness..."

The people in the vegetable market were whispering to each other, making the empty alley so crowded that no one could get through. People in plain clothes were still coming in from all corners of the streets. Xia Zhiyuan was very satisfied watching this scene.

It seems that the money spent in the past few days was not wasted, and the news spread by those beggars really took effect.

What she wants is for this group of people to gather more and more.

As the saying goes, a storm is coming and the wind is blowing all over the building. If the east wind does not rise, how can anything be accomplished?