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

The dim candlelight illuminates the long corridor in the courtyard, and the singing and dancing in the distance are melodious.

Xia Zhiyuan had been exposed to the cold wind all day and was inevitably tired. After making His Highness mad on horseback just now, His Highness obviously had not yet caught his breath.

It still follows behind him angrily, like a sulky puppy whose tail was stepped on. It is unwilling to please its owner, but at the same time it longs for the owner to turn around and stroke its head. The puppy wants to stretch out its soft tongue to lick the palm of its owner.

"Your Highness, didn't you say there was a gift?"

"Now that the real celebration banquet has passed, Your Highness is still unwilling to bring it out?"

"This is really a waste of Zhiyuan's expectations."

Coming back to her senses, Xia Zhiyuan lowered her head and walked to the side of His Highness. She knew that His Highness had declined the generals' invitations today and did not go to the celebration banquet, but stayed by her side to accompany her.

Xia Zhiyuan was quite happy about this. She bent down, hooked her finger around Zhao Changlin's little finger, and slowly pulled the prince over.

The white fur on her body was blown fluttering, and she looked like a cunning rabbit, wrapping the back of Zhao Changlin's hand with her body temperature.

She turned around and whispered to him to calm him down. Zhao Changlin felt depressed, but he was reluctant to shake off her hand.

He let Xia Zhiyuan completely wrap the back of his hand and feel her warm fingertips rubbing the back of his hand.

"You, what should I do with you?"

"Go ahead, it's in your room, I'm ready."

Zhao Changlin didn't want them to become too unfamiliar, so even if Xia Zhiyuan wanted to address her with the etiquette of monarch and subject, she was unwilling to do so. The almighty emperor only wanted to find a place to stay with her.

Hearing His Highness's well-prepared words, Xia Zhiyuan sighed. She should have known that a thoughtful person like His Highness would never forget the promise he made to her.

So, Xia Zhiyuan decisively let go of His Highness's hand and walked towards his own room.

Over the past six months, Xia Zhiyuan has been staying in Xizhou City, working hard like a little bee collecting nectar. This place has become Xia Zhiyuan's resting place.

Looking at Xia Zhiyuan's receding back, Zhao Changlin just withdrew her hand thoughtfully. Smelling the light medicinal fragrance on it, she treated it as a treasure, put the back of her hand to her lips and kissed it gently.

A warm feeling came over her, and Zhao Changlin was awakened from this beautiful dream by the watery color of her lips. Like a guilty thief, she quickly hid her hands behind the dragon robe, with her fingertips slightly curled. The fresh and elegant medicinal fragrance still lingered around her nose, indicating the inappropriate behavior she had just committed.

There was a creaky sound and Xia Zhiyuan pushed open the door of his room. The door was ajar, and it was obvious that someone had come in.

This "person" must be His Highness.

Otherwise, how did His Highness get the gift in?

As soon as Xia Zhiyuan moved his fingers away from the wooden door, he saw the "gift" that he would never forget.

What catches the eye is the bright red decoration, which fully embellishes the originally plain room. The red satin is as bright as the endless red maples in the mountains and forests, which makes people yearn for it.

Placed between the bed were two Fengxia crowns with entwined phoenixes inlaid with gold and jade. The bright red color really looked like flowing fire under the candlelight.

She was stunned, and even her feet stopped outside the door without stepping inside. Xia Zhiyuan couldn't say what she was thinking at the moment, she just felt a lot of emotions.

"Why, you don't like it?"

The figure behind her came closer. Zhao Changlin couldn't help but feel concerned when looking at Xia Zhiyuan's back. She was also worried about whether Zhiyuan liked the gift or not.

"No, I like it very much."

"I just didn't expect that Your Highness even prepared his own portion?"

With a smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, she hooked her arms around Zhao Changlin's neck and pulled him down. Xia Zhiyuan's body was not heavy, it could even be said that she was very light, and she was much lighter than when they parted.

Zhao Changlin was afraid that she would fall accidentally, so she quickly put her arms around Xia Zhiyuan's waist, and she did not hide the worry in her eyes.

There was no intention to hide it.

"Yes, since you are my wife, then the wedding ceremony cannot be perfunctory."

"I'm ready for all of this."

Starting from the victory in Xizhou City, Zhao Changlin arranged everything for their future relationship. All the way from Jinzhou City to Xizhou City, she never slacked off.

"Tonight, you and I are truly wives."

"As Zhiyuan said, spring snow comes every year."

"I want to watch the four seasons with you, not just share an umbrella, the drizzle and snow, not just the courtesy between the ruler and his subjects."

Xia Zhiyuan had never seen Her Highness so serious before. She stood there in a daze for a moment and forgot to react. Zhao Changlin lowered her head, and the ends of her inky black hair fell on her shoulders.

Their noses touched, and a gentle kiss fell on Xia Zhiyuan's lips. Zhao Changlin moved lightly, fearing that if he used too much force, he would push Xia Zhiyuan in.

It was not known how long it had passed, perhaps because the breath in his chest had been used up, Xia Zhiyuan pushed Zhao Changlin's chest, signaling His Highness not to "act recklessly" anymore.

With a sharp raise of her eyebrows, Zhao Changlin finally let go of Xia Zhiyuan in her arms. She ignored the crystal on her lips and chuckled. She was a little worried about Xia Zhiyuan's red cheeks.

"Your Highness really is like that. You can do whatever you want."

"This is still a corridor. Your Highness, aren't you afraid of being seen by others?"

Xia Zhiyuan was angry and wiped her slightly swollen lips with the back of her hand. At this moment, she looked like an angry little rabbit, kicking her feet and digging upwards.

"I have only told Di Ping to enter your inner courtyard. No one else can come in."

"And now, isn't Di Ping being transferred to Yi Han's side as you wished?"

"I guess she won't be able to come back for a long time."

With red eyes, Zhao Changlin was still breathing rapidly, but she showed her disdain for Xia Zhiyuan without hesitation. She lifted her black boots and stepped in.

The threshold of this room was not very high, but not low either, so Zhao Changlin turned around and stretched out his palm to Xia Zhiyuan, and she put her other hand behind her, as if to invite her in.

Zhao Changlin's long hair, which had become messy because of the two people's previous actions, fell down from his forehead, fluttering in the wind, adding a bit of heroic spirit.

Xia Zhiyuan moved his fingertips slightly, looked at the prince's appearance, put his hand on him, and with his fingertips touching, Xia Zhiyuan lifted the hem of his skirt and stepped in.

"Go ahead and try it. This is a gift for you."

"You should certainly give it a try."