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

Several people sat around the imperial table. Zhao Changlin did not ask his men to bring a pot of good wine. Today was called a celebration banquet, but it was not entirely a celebration banquet.

There will be a big battle to be fought tomorrow, so they can't take it lightly. They must go all out and show their best skills.

However, Zhao Changlin, who originally didn't care about the outside world, now looked at Di Ping who was standing silently beside him. She was dressed in black, holding a long sword in her hand, and her cloak was hanging down.

There was no sign of any change in those deep eyebrows and eyes, as if they had been born to be integrated with the Bi'an mask.

She held a cup of tea in her hand, the hot steam was rising, and the lingering aroma penetrated into her nostrils. Zhao Changlin looked thoughtfully at Zhao Yihan who was sitting next to him.

This guy is no different from before, still as agile as a rabbit, and no one can control him.

Hiss... There's nothing wrong with this. It's not much different from their previous interactions. Zhao Yihan put his fingertips on his temples and rubbed them gently.

But if Zhiyuan told me about this matter, then he must have his reasons. Zhiyuan would not deceive me for no reason and match me up with someone randomly.

Why not try it yourself?

There is no such thing as a wall that is impenetrable. Truth cannot be hidden. Many things can be known once you try them out. Zhao Changlin immediately became interested, so he cleared his throat and said, "Di Ping, come over and have something to eat with us."

Hearing His Majesty's call, Di Ping's body froze and she quickly bowed to refuse.

"Your Majesty, this is against etiquette. I..."

Zhao Changlin would know what she was reciting after her next sentence. The two of them had been together for a long time, and although they couldn't say that they were completely in sync with each other, they did have some tacit understanding.

"This is not the imperial city, nor the imperial court, nor the throne room. I want you to come and have dinner with me, but you are not willing to do so?"

"Di Ping?"

With every gesture and movement, Zhao Changlin exuded the aura of an emperor who was the supreme ruler, which was completely different from before.

Even Xia Zhiyuan, who was holding bamboo chopsticks at the side, was stunned. She turned her head curiously to look at His Majesty's face. The tip of her chopsticks just poked a piece of tender venison.

"this…"

Di Ping was still hesitating. She took a quick glance and saw the only empty seat left, which was next to the little princess. That meant that if she wanted to sit down, she could only sit next to the little princess.

The two had been arguing over trivial matters and big things, and Di Ping was afraid that if he sat down, the little princess would lose control of her temper and overturn the imperial table on the spot.

The pots and pans were scattered all over the floor. Not only was His Majesty's reception ruined, I'm afraid the little princess would have to be beaten with a stick.

"Um…?"

"Wouldn't you like that, Di Ping?"

After hearing these two sentences, Di Ping, who knew Zhao Changlin well, felt his heart skip a beat. He knew that this was a sign that His Majesty was going to be angry. If he still had any concerns, it would be a great act of treason.

"I humble my position and take orders."

Di Ping looked up at His Majesty, lifted up her black pleated skirt, and sat in the empty seat next to the princess. It was just a meal, but Di Ping forced himself to look as if he was ready to die, which was really funny.

Xia Zhiyuan, who had just stuffed the venison into her mouth, almost couldn't hold back her laughter, but fortunately, her acting skills had really exploded in the past few days in Xizhou City, and she had soared to great heights.

"Why, does it make you feel wronged to sit next to me?"

Zhao Yihan put down her chopsticks and felt that her stomach was full of anger. What kind of food was this? She was almost full of anger.

There was a sound of firecrackers and Zhao Changlin looked back in confusion. He didn't know why Zhao Yihan was so angry. He just put down the chopsticks and acted like he was going to overturn the table.

"No, it's just that I don't like to laugh."

"May the princess forgive me."

Di Ping's answer completely made the piece of venison that Xia Zhiyuan was about to swallow stuck in his throat. He felt a sense of suffocation and his face turned red.

“Ji Yuan…!”

Zhao Changlin's eyes were filled with worry that could not be concealed. He quickly put his arm around her waist and was about to reach out to help her relieve the pain, but Xia Zhiyuan held his hand, stopping Zhao Changlin from taking any further action.

Xia Zhiyuan gasped for breath as she clasped her warm palms together and finally swallowed the piece of venison completely. She looked up at the sky and felt that she had been so embarrassed this time that she wondered if she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into and never see anyone again.

Be patient, life is short and will pass quickly.

"I'm fine... ahem... Your Majesty, could you get Zhiyuan a cup of warm tea..."

Xia Zhiyuan frowned slightly and hooked his fingertips to indicate that he wanted a cup of warm tea. Zhao Changlin had only drunk half of the cup of tea, which was still warm.

"Okay, go slow, don't be anxious."

Zhao Changlin took the teacup beside him and handed it to her. She opened the lid, leaned against Xia Zhiyuan's red lips, and poured tea into it bit by bit.

The tea slid down her throat that felt like it was burning, and Xia Zhiyuan finally felt a little more comfortable. There were some crystal tears in the corners of her eyes, wetting her eyelashes.

"Your Majesty, Zhiyuan...is fine."

"It's okay, I just swallowed it too fast by mistake."

It was she who was so embarrassed that she had to stand up and explain. Xia Zhiyuan felt that she might as well lie in a coffin.

On the other side, the culprit, Di Ping, was naturally also concerned about Xia Zhiyuan's condition, but His Majesty's reaction was much faster than theirs. In the blink of an eye, he still held Lord Zhiyuan in his arms and whispered tenderly and lovingly.

"It's okay."

Zhao Changlin looked at her red cheeks and felt a pang of pain in his heart. Looking at the plate of venison in front of him, he couldn't help but feel angry.

"Whose cook made this dish? It's so hard, how can I swallow it?"

"Pass on my order..."

The cook who came from the sky while sitting at home cooking, didn't know at this moment that he was already standing on the edge of the Nine Clans Candy Crush Saga.

Xia Zhiyuan quickly extended his index finger, placed it against Zhao Changlin's lips, and whispered, "Your Majesty...don't be angry. This is Zhiyuan's fault. Don't blame the cook. It was Zhiyuan himself who was not paying attention when eating, and made everyone laugh at him."

"This venison is excellent, but Zhiyuan is a rough man and doesn't know how to taste it."

Her advice calmed the burning fire in Zhao Changlin's heart, who was originally a little out of control. He closed his eyes helplessly, and Zhao Changlin really took Xia Zhiyuan's advice to heart.

Seeing Xia Zhiyuan and Zhao Changlin flirting with each other as if no one was around, Zhao Yihan felt that there was no point in even thinking about eating. He felt full just by looking at this scene.

So she raised her head and secretly glanced at Di Ping's profile among the many distinguished guests. He was cold, taciturn, and did not reveal any extra emotions. This was His Majesty's personal shadow guard, this was Di Ping.

Why am I always attracted to her?