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

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

A large number of officers knelt on the ground. They were wearing armor and helmets, and they didn't care about the mud on the ground.

Zhao Changlin turned over and dismounted, his black boots falling into the mud, leaving a mottled patch.

There were dark circles under her eyes, showing that she had been running non-stop all night and rushing here in a dusty mess.

They had received news in advance that the current emperor would visit this place, but this news had not been announced to the public, so the governors of various states were completely unaware of it.

They could guess His Majesty's intention.

If it's too ostentatious.

Then, the traitors who are ambushing Lord Xia here may not go far.

Fortunately, Lord Zhiyuan's condition has improved in the past few days, otherwise, these old guys might have lost their reputation in their later years and been dismissed and investigated by the current emperor.

"No need to be so polite, you guys should get up first."

Zhao Changlin strode forward with a brown horsewhip in her hand. She couldn't get angry at the garrisoned officers and soldiers before she figured out the whole story.

Otherwise, after Zhiyuan recovers from his injuries, these old guys may not be willing to cooperate with Zhiyuan in building the dam and may secretly trip him up.

"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty!"

The officers and soldiers stood up as if they had received a golden medal of immunity from death, but they still kept their heads down, not daring to look directly in the direction of Zhao Changlin.

The drizzle is still falling continuously.

The servant following behind Zhao Changlin hurriedly held up a brown oil-paper umbrella and stepped deep and shallow in the mud. He did not care about the mud spots on his robe.

I’m afraid that Your Majesty has caught a cold in the rain.

By then, even if he had ten heads, they would not be enough for the executioner to chop off.

Her forehead was wet by the drizzle, and Zhao Changlin simply wiped the rain from her eyelashes with the back of her hand. She walked hurriedly, wishing she could get to Xia Zhiyuan right away.

"Your Majesty, please slow down..."

As they walked along, every soldier and official who saw Zhao Changlin's face bowed to him.

The long journey did not make Zhao Changlin feel tired. Instead, when he arrived at Xia Zhiyuan's door, Zhao Changlin felt timid.

This place is a temporary house, it is not very luxurious, on the contrary, it is a bit cramped and small. However... it was originally a temporary command camp built on the riverside. After the river channel is dug through, they will have to make room, so... Xia Zhiyuan originally did not plan to invest much energy in this place.

Hearing the noise outside the door, Chunni had no time to go out to check. The young lady's condition had improved in the past few days, but now it suddenly worsened.

The wound worsens.

The doctor was also helpless and could only shake his head and sigh while grabbing some anti-inflammatory herbs and instructing the patient to take them gently and daily.

When the collar of the young lady's shirt was unbuttoned, the bandages wrapped around her chest were revealed and blood was oozing out. However, the blood was a very light pink color... mixed with pus, which was terrifying to look at.

Xia Zhiyuan's face was paler than in the previous few days, and his lips were dry and turned blue.

She frowned slightly, as if she was sleeping very restlessly in her dream, her fingertips grasped the silk, gently rubbing out wrinkles.

"Your Highness...Your Highness..."

Xia Zhiyuan was almost unconscious from the pain, whispering like a baby. She felt as if the wound on her chest was pierced by boiling hot iron, and her body was as cold as a broken glacier.

Zhao Changlin, who was standing at the door, untied her cloak, for she was afraid of bringing the cold air to Zhiyuan.

The servant holding the umbrella took the cloak from Zhao Changlin's hand very tactfully and did not dare to say anything more.

If we start counting from that absurd dream... No, maybe it wasn't a dream. They haven't seen each other for a long time. When they parted, Zhiyuan still had that bright smile on his face, with a pair of clear autumn eyes, looking straight at her.

But now, everything is different.

With her fingers against the cold door frame, Zhao Changlin found herself gradually being swallowed up by cowardice. She clenched her teeth, took a deep breath, and her whole body trembled before she relaxed a little.

You can't be afraid, you can't worry.

With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open.

Zhao Changlin lifted his boots and walked in. What greeted him was a strong bitter smell of medicine that filled the entire room.

"Greetings...Your Majesty..."

Chunni was still holding the gauze that Xia Zhiyuan had replaced in her hand. She looked at His Majesty's haggard face and her voice sounded a little weak.

The long bandage was stained with a pink color of varying depth, which was shocking to look at.

Subconsciously, Chunni remembered her mistress's instructions and wanted to hide the gauze, but how could her actions escape Zhao Changlin's eyes.

"System... I'm going to write the word 'miserable' on your leg... Am I... bound to some... torture system... instead of... a strategy system!"

Xia Zhiyuan's consciousness had been burned to a blur, but she could feel that the system was constantly talking in her ear, although... in her current state, she really couldn't understand...

.........

"Zhiyuan, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Zhao Changlin looked at Xia Zhiyuan's collarbone wrapped in gauze, her fingertips trembling, and she was a little afraid to put it down.

She felt that Xia Zhiyuan's body was like ice and fire. She lay in front of Xia Zhiyuan's bed, clenching her other hand tightly, causing her joints to creak.

Zhao Changlin was filled with rage. Of the five thousand stationed troops, these useless good-for-nothings could even allow an arrow to fly over them. If they couldn't even defend against a single arrow, how could they defend against the enemy's massive army?

"Your Highness..."

Xia Zhiyuan pursed her lips and opened her mouth. She looked really frightening like this.

"I'm here, I'm here, Zhiyuan..."

“I am here…”

Seeing the expression on His Highness's face again, Xia Zhiyuan swallowed hard. She still couldn't open her eyes. She really felt that during these days... all the white blood cells in this body were almost killed.

Haha - the person who shot the arrow from behind had better not be caught by her, otherwise... she will definitely throw that person into the water dungeon... to let that person also experience the pain of being pierced by an arrow in the heart.

"…The arrow…shot through the car window…"

"Your Highness..."

Xia Zhiyuan put her head on Zhao Changlin's body. She could smell the pleasant scent of His Highness and immediately felt relaxed and happy.

It seemed that even the illness had been mostly driven away.

When Zhao Changlin heard the word "car window glass", her whole body froze, her eyes seemed to be frozen, and she had no time to think.

The cold and pale fingertips fell on the side of Zhao Changlin's face. Xia Zhiyuan raised his neck and continued, "Your Highness... the bizarre dream is real... If Your Highness returns to... that dream, perhaps... I would have died..."

Xia Zhiyuan had no idea what his body was like in the modern world. Perhaps his heart had already stopped beating.

"No...I won't let you die..."

"Ji Yuan... don't scare me..."

"I will find the person behind this, even if I have to dig deep into the ground...!"