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

Holding the empty medicine bowl with trembling hands, Xia Zhiyuan felt as if he had swallowed all the bitterness of his life.

It’s just too fucking painful!

With a frown on his face, Xia Zhiyuan stuffed the medicine bowl into Chunni's hand and hooked his finger slightly.

Chunni held the big bowl and put her ear closer, fearing that she would not be able to hear the young lady's instructions.

"Miss, you said I was here!"

His ears were buzzing, and Xia Zhiyuan sighed that after not seeing Chunni for a long time, she was still so energetic.

"Bring me the arrow that wounded me..."

According to the system, since the extra-story has no direct relationship with the main story of the book, when they were pulled by the system to improve their performance, the time here was stagnant.

It was not until the arrow in front of her was shot that her soul in the modern world was affected, causing her ancient body to also suffer a fatal blow.

To put it simply, the owner of this arrow knows that his soul is not in this era, and that person's purpose is to kill himself.

"Dear host, I'm sorry, but I still haven't found out who shot that arrow..."

"This is the 999th query of this system, and still no result."

After hearing the report from the system, Xia Zhiyuan watched Chunni walking towards him with a blood-stained arrow in a white handkerchief. The white tail feathers were covered with a lot of solidified blood, forming a pitch-black mass that looked terrifying.

"Miss, this is the physical evidence that Lord Di saved immediately. Please take a look at it."

Xia Zhiyuan held the arrow in his palm through the handkerchief, his eyes lowered. The arrowhead was extremely sharp, and there were tiny cracks on the arrow shaft. Obviously... this was caused by the arrow scratching the car window when it forced its way through.

"The finest iron... the tail feathers of a white eagle."

"The owner of this arrow is definitely qualified to take my life."

Xia Zhiyuan spun the arrow in his hand, but the biggest problem now was how this person could accurately locate his soul... and even interfere with the system.

"Tongtong, could it be that there is more than one system in this world?"

"Impossible, this system has already eliminated this bug. This system is the only one that can take over the copy of this world. There is no possibility of other colleagues!"

"Even if...even if there are other colleagues, it will be displayed on my local area network. This is the rule of the headquarters. It can't be without a model! It can't go unnoticed!"

The system's voice began to fluctuate violently, as if it was extremely sensitive to Xia Zhiyuan's speculation.

"Okay, okay, I'm just proposing a hypothesis, why are you so excited?"

Chunni was stunned when she heard this.

"Miss, but... the local people and the garrison officers all said that there are bandits attacking and they want to kill you."

"Could it be that Miss already has a candidate in mind?"

Her fingertips picked up a piece of shiny glass from the tail feathers of the arrow. Xia Zhiyuan's pale cheek curved into a smile, her eyelashes drooped and were jet black.

"Bandits?"

"If the bandits had access to such good equipment, they would have declared themselves kings long ago."

"Do you really need to murder a mere imperial official?"

Xia Zhiyuan looked at the shattered glass and had already made up his mind.

Since this guy has hidden his spies near the Grand Canal in Xizhou City, then he must have a traitor hiding around him.

The most important thing now is to find the traitor...

She wanted to see who dared to mess with her.

.........

Next to the reward notice board, there were several detectives with knives, holding brown notices in their hands, and another one was carrying rice paste and holding a brush in his hand.

The brush fell into the bucket, stirred a few times, and then was covered with sticky rice paste. The constable immediately brushed it on the bulletin board, while another person carefully posted the notices issued by the yamen one by one.

The onlookers who came to buy vegetables now rushed over to see the excitement.

"Oh, if you ask me, it must be the incident when Lord Xia was attacked a few days ago!"

"I don't know who is so evil-hearted that he could harm Lord Xia. The construction of the canal was originally for the benefit of us ordinary people. In addition, floods have been raging in recent years. If the river course is not changed, it will probably flood our Shanghe Village!"

Another middle-aged woman was carrying a bamboo basket filled with a pound of newly bought pork. The pork was carefully wrapped in lotus leaves, leaving only a little bit of the meaty smell.

The old lady protected the pork with her hands, fearing that some bastard would steal it.

"Who says it's not true? In the past, when we were building the canal, we didn't get paid. We were just given a bowl of thin porridge. Now that Master Xiao Xia is in power... our family can only get some wages every month."

Although it's not much, it's better than working for nothing. Every now and then, I can bring a few coarse grain steamed buns home.

At least the children at home are well fed.

"Your Majesty, would you like me to go and check it out?"

The man in coarse linen clothes clasped his hands together. They were sitting in the teahouse. The waiter was very busy and had no time to take care of their table.

Zhao Changlin still had a sullen face and traveled lightly. She did not leave the palace through the main gate with great fanfare. Instead, she disguised herself and changed into the simplest coarse linen clothes.

But her noble temperament makes people feel that this woman is not like an ordinary girl from a peasant family, but a female knight who travels the world with a sword and hates evil.

"Remember not to alert the enemy, and be back soon."

"Yes, I will obey!"

The man turned around and left the teahouse.

Along the way, Zhao Changlin's heart was in a knot. She heard countless news about Zhiyuan being attacked. Some said that Xia Zhiyuan was now in critical condition and was at the gates of hell with only one breath left.

Some also say that Lord Xiaoxia is blessed with good fortune and will surely be safe and sound.

There were many speculations, but... Zhao Changlin knew that Zhiyuan was always calm. The news of this incident could spread so quickly...

Presumably, Zhiyuan's condition must have been so serious that he could no longer conceal his injuries.

"A large reward... for someone with suspicious whereabouts?"

"Reporting a piece of information... can get you a reward of 100 coins?"

Two people came into the teahouse and chatted with each other. One of them was holding a broken folding fan in his hand, looking like a down-and-out scholar.

"Isn't this just desperate measures?"

"I think the government just wants to find out who was behind the assassination of that gentleman. They're so anxious that they can't even touch the ground. Hahahahahahaha!"

The other man picked a seat and sat down. He raised his hand and called the waiter, and continued to talk to the man opposite him: "Now it seems that the life of that gentleman is really in danger. Otherwise... why would this government be so eager to pass on the blame?"

"Are you afraid..."

At this point, the man glanced around and found that no one was staring at them. Then he stood up and leaned close to the other man, saying softly: "The current emperor blames you..."