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

The teacup fell on the table.

Zhao Changlin tried her best to restrain herself and stop her wrist from shaking... If it was said that a few days ago, when she galloped through various state capitals, it was just a rumor among the people.

But now, even the local government office has posted such notices.

Everything pointed to the fact that Zhiyuan might be... dying soon!

With her fingertips against her palm, Zhao Changlin still didn't want to believe this fact. She stood up and didn't want to wait anymore.

The waiter who came over with the steaming hot food looked at Zhao Changlin who had stood up and said quickly: "Sir, your food is all here. Don't you want to eat?"

"No, save these meals for the hungry people."

"I have something else to do at home and can't delay any longer."

After saying this, Zhao Changlin dropped some silver coins from his hand, turned around and walked out of the teahouse.

The waiter looked at Zhao Changlin's slender back and shook his head helplessly. There are really all kinds of guests these days, but fortunately, this female hero is not a freeloader.

He stepped forward and collected the change.

.........

Lying on the bed, Di Ping felt her limbs were weak. She knelt for several days in the rainy night, and her body finally couldn't hold on anymore and she collapsed.

Fell into the rain.

His cheeks were also burning red.

Zhao Yihan was lying on a recliner, covered with a thin blanket. She slept with her head tilted to the side, having spent the entire night by Di Ping's side.

"Princess Lao Xin..."

The voice was weak. Di Ping supported her body and got up from the bed. Her temples were still buzzing with pain, but she had always been in good health, so even though she was extremely weak, she could still exert some strength.

Hearing Di Ping's weak voice, Zhao Yihan rubbed his sleepy eyes and stretched.

"It's good to know that you are a troublemaker. There's no need to say more about worrying about it."

"As for the Shadow Guard, I have already asked for a few days' leave for you. You can rest and recover from your injuries."

"Oh, by the way, Di Ping, don't even think about going over to continue fulfilling your duties... Your most important task now is to not pass the disease on to Zhi Yuan."

Although Zhao Yihan's words were a little rough, Di Ping knew that she was not being unreasonable.

"Thank you, Princess."

Di Ping uttered words similar to the ones just now, and Zhao Yihan felt as if his ears were about to get calluses from hearing so much.

He simply lifted the thin blanket covering himself and put his feet on the ground, but perhaps because he had slept on the recliner for too long, Zhao Yihan's feet were numb.

I almost stumbled and fell.

Fortunately, she was agile and supported herself on the chair with one hand, so she did not fall down.

Seeing Zhao Yihan falling, Di Ping lifted the quilt and stood up at once. She stepped on the fluffy carpet with bare ankles. Di Ping's eyes were filled with anxiety and she was breathing rapidly...

She didn't even put her robe on properly, revealing her smooth collarbone, with white straps hanging on both sides of her, swinging.

"Princess..."

The warm fingers supported Zhao Yihan's waist and touched the back of Zhao Yihan's hand. Only then did Di Ping clearly feel that Zhao Yihan's body was so cold.

Perhaps this thin blanket is not enough to keep out the cold.

Her long black hair was tied into a plain bun, with fine strands falling on her rosy skin.

"I am fine."

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

Of all the people in my body, the only thing that is the toughest is my mouth.

When Zhao Yihan turned around, she saw Di Ping hugging her, fearing that she would fall. She found it a little funny, yet a little angry.

When did I become so weak that I needed protection from the sick Di Ping?

This guy should think about himself first.

"My Lord, I have crossed the line."

"I was in a hurry, so..."

Di Ping came to her senses and quickly took a few steps back. She lowered her head and realized that she was really disrespectful. She didn't even tidy up her clothes and was in such a hurry.

Her fingers quickly hooked onto the belt of her robe, her ears turned red, and she turned around in a hurry, with her back to Zhao Yihan.

Seeing Di Ping helpless like this, Zhao Yihan felt inexplicably proud in his heart, as if he was very happy to see Di Ping being humiliated like this.

"I was in a hurry... Well, I am a magnanimous princess. Since you have caught a cold, I will not bother with you."

"But if you are sick, take good care of yourself."

"Don't do that again. As soon as you hear any sign of trouble, rush to the front."

Zhao Yihan walked behind Di Ping and was about to straighten the wrinkles of Di Ping's robe, but Di Ping's hands gradually stopped moving.

As a meticulous shadow guard, Di Ping had already guessed Zhao Yihan's character clearly. The reason why the little princess said this to him was probably... something must have happened with Lord Zhiyuan.

She turned her head, her eyes looking somewhat lonely.

"Princess, has anything happened to Lord Zhiyuan?"

"I know that I am ill now and cannot get close to Master Zhiyuan easily. However, no matter what, Your Majesty has transferred me here... I have an obligation..."

This long string of words left Zhao Yihan silent.

Some of them were so angry that they pinched Di Ping's cheek and pulled it hard until Di Ping's cheek was deformed and bulged.

Her fingertips twisted the soft flesh on Di Ping's cheek without any hesitation, and red gradually spread over the pale skin. It was the first time that Di Ping frowned slightly in grievance, but he did not dare to refute what Zhao Yihan did.

They could only let Zhao Yihan do whatever he wanted.

"Your Majesty transferred you here so that you can follow me, not Lord Zhiyuan. Do you understand?"

Zhao Changlin is really good at sending people around. He split Di Ping into two halves. Why doesn't he pay double the monthly salary?

"This... But, Princess, the duty of a shadow guard is my duty. As long as I am a shadow guard, I will be a shadow guard for the rest of my life."

Every time I talk to this person about some truth, she always comes up with a bigger truth to evade me...

Forget it, since she is a patient, I won’t bother with her so much.

"Ji Won is awake...but, the situation is terrible."

"The arrow pierced her chest and injured her heart. The wound kept getting worse. She had used many plasters, but none of them worked."

Zhao Yihan was telling the truth. She had visited him a few days ago, but she did not dare to disturb Xia Zhiyuan who was sleeping, so the two of them did not talk.

Just seeing her pale and haggard face, Zhao Yihan felt frightened. She couldn't imagine how distressed Sister Changlin would be if she saw her.

With such a deep wound, if it weren’t for the blessing of God, an ordinary person would have died long ago.