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

For a moment, roars from all over the mountains reached their ears. Lu Boshan's ears were filled with a lot of blood foam, and he couldn't tell how many people there were for a moment.

He slapped his ears hard with his palms, wishing he could hear clearly quickly. The scarlet bloodstains on his palms were shocking to see.

“…Oh no, they are coming to kill us!”

"My Lord, let's go!"

"It's too late to think about so much now... Lord Marquis! If you encounter an accident today, how can I explain it to you in the netherworld?"

Lu Boshan was forced by the adjutant behind him to push him forward, but Lu Boshan held his breath and stood where he was, refusing to move.

"I want to see who wants to kill me! Is it her?!"

Lu Boshan asked himself, he had never hated Xia Zhiyuan for not fighting for anything between them, but just clinging to His Highness's wings and fawning on him.

He could tolerate all of this and pretend nothing happened.

But now, Xia Zhiyuan has broken off all ties with him and wants to take his life, even going so far as to set up a trap to wait for him here.

"My Lord...it will be too late if you don't leave now. The army is now demoralized. I hope you can be the backbone and stop thinking about those things."

The adjutants around him had been with him on the battlefield for a long time and had a thorough understanding of Lu Boshan's character, so naturally they had some guesses about "that person" that Lu Boshan cared about.

"Where is Young Master Xia? You can retreat, but you have to find him for me even if you have to dig deep into the ground!"

When the generals heard Lu Boshan's instructions, they breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the Marquis promised not to fight to the death here, they were willing to obey the Marquis's orders.

The attackers here have the advantage of natural barriers. If they have sufficient reserves, they can be exhausted to death even if they just waste their energy.

"Yes, next, the hero will retreat with Shan Guan until outside Xizhou City."

"We still have a score to settle."

Xia Zhiyuan stood up and touched the gauze-like bed curtain in front of her with her fingers. In the dark night, she couldn't see the prince's face, which made her heart a little crueler.

No more nostalgia.

"Turn on transmission"

I silently recited these familiar words in my mind.

"Ok, this system has received the host's instructions and is starting to transmit for the host - 69% - 83% - 100%!"

The moment Xia Zhiyuan stood up, pulled aside the curtain, he disappeared from the hall, as if he had never been there.

Zhao Changlin opened his eyes, stretched out his finger and hooked it into the void, as if he could touch Zhi Yuan's disappearing dress.

This was the first time she saw Xia Zhiyuan disappear in front of her eyes. Her eyes flickered and the expression in them was obscure. Zhao Changlin did not feel scared, unlike the ministers in the court, whose first reaction when they heard about witchcraft.

They were afraid that the disaster would bring disaster upon themselves, and that they would be found by the witch and die a miserable death.

Instead, she felt... very sad. It turned out... that she couldn't keep Zhiyuan no matter what?

The distance between Xizhou City and Jinzhou City is just a stone's throw away for Xia Zhiyuan. She can come and go as she pleases, and she has no say in the matter.

Zhao Changlin sat up from the bed and looked at her palms. For the first time, she questioned power. Could she really control everything?

Or was she the one who was manipulated from the beginning to the end? If Zhiyuan showed pity to her, then she could get Zhiyuan's company, but if... Zhiyuan didn't want her, then what should she do...

Was she cruelly abandoned? Was she treated like a worn-out shoe by Zhiyuan... just like what her mother and father did to her back then?

She could no longer bear the pain of separation. Zhao Changlin clasped his palms tightly with his fingertips, staring at the fluttering tulle curtain, and made a decision.

……

When I opened my eyes, there was only darkness in front of me, with only a faint yellow light from outside the window shining in through the paper window.

Standing on the bluestone slabs, Xia Zhiyuan listened to the roosters crowing at dawn outside the window and smoothed out the wrinkles on her clothes with her fingers. She was about to light a candle in her room but had not had time to do it.

I could vaguely hear some rustling sounds outside the window, and it was quite loud.

Even if he was a thief, he wouldn't do it so openly!

Xia Zhiyuan's curiosity was immediately aroused. Could it be that a thief really had sneaked in while he was away?

Did he want to steal his official files, or did he want to steal the gold and silver jewelry in his room and make a fortune?

She stood on tiptoe, picked up the candlestick on the table, walked quietly to the door, put her ear to it, and listened to what was going on outside. She was so sneaky that she didn't dare to show her true face to anyone.

"What are you afraid to say..."

"It's the middle of the night, could there be a mouse eavesdropping?"

"This princess didn't say anything, but you are embarrassed...?"

Zhao Yihan put her hands on her hips and blocked Di Ping's way. She raised her eyebrows, revealing the princess' temper.

Di Ping, holding the ink-black scabbard in her hand, paused where she was, not knowing how to start. It was her turn to be on duty tonight, and she didn't want to wake Master Zhi Yuan up from his sleep and disturb his quiet meditation because of trivial matters between them.

After these days of running around, Lord Zhiyuan was even busier than their shadow guards, so naturally he hadn't had a good rest for several days in a row.

Taking good care of Lord Zhiyuan was His Highness's order to her. Since she had promised His Highness, she must do it and must not go back on her word.

"My lord, how far do I have to go before you believe that I have no second thoughts about you?"

Di Ping went forward to comfort her impulsively, but in her heart she was still indulging herself. She couldn't be so greedy, nor could she only care about her own affairs.

There was still a bite on her neck where Zhao Yihan had bitten her fiercely yesterday, just like when he said goodbye at the royal hunting ground, Zhao Yihan used the same old trick again.

Play this scene in front of her.

The melted snow was still dripping from the green tiles, making a dripping sound. Di Ping's denial made Zhao Yihan even angrier.

During the day, there were outsiders present, so she couldn't say these things, but now in this quiet night, with only two people facing each other, she couldn't say it? Did she really have nothing to say to herself?

Did you do all this...willingly?

"No second thoughts?"

"You always say that, but I never believe a word of it..."

"Do you think... I can't see the way you secretly look at me, Di Ping? Are you so timid that you don't even have the courage to speak out your thoughts?"

Zhao Yihan stretched out her hand, her fingertips resting on Di Ping's pitch-black mask. She felt that the black iron mask, like a brand, sealed Di Ping's heart as well as her own heart.