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

Medicine, medicine, medicine!

Endless medicine...

Xia Zhiyuan picked up the soup spoon, looked at the black medicine juice in his bowl, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It would be nice if there was someone who could work with me, so I wouldn't have to suffer all alone.

"Tongtong, why don't you have a drink too... I see you've been looking very sad lately."

Xia Zhiyuan, who had been completely soaked like a medicine jar, blew a breath at the spoon in his hand.

A bitter taste wafted into the nose.

"What's wrong...you don't want to drink?"

Zhao Changlin pushed the door open and walked in. She had already explained everything she was going to explain.

When I raised my eyes, I saw Xia Zhiyuan sitting on the bed with a bitter look on his face.

Worried that the cold wind he brought in would pass on to Xia Zhiyuan, Zhao Changlin quickly took off the cloak he had draped over his shoulders.

Hanging on a hanger nearby.

She took two steps at a time, walked to Xia Zhiyuan's side and squatted down.

"Yes, Your Highness... Can you not drink today?"

Xia Zhiyuan knew that it was a bad thing to hide one's illness and avoid seeing a doctor, but it was really...too painful!

Even if she is as strong as a defense tower, she would find it hard to resist.

"No, didn't you promise me that you would eat well and drink porridge well..."

"Then we will go back to the Imperial City together."

"After this, you won't have to worry so much about the canal."

Hearing this, Xia Zhiyuan's expression paused and she stopped drinking the medicine. She tilted her head to look at Zhao Changlin.

"Your Highness...what do you mean by not having to worry so much?"

Xia Zhiyuan thought that his return to the imperial city was just a simple report on his position and to finish dealing with his affairs in Longcheng and Xizhou City.

Then you can return to the actual canal.

After all, this is the project she is working on. If she doesn't keep an eye on it, she will always feel empty in her heart.

"Yes, I don't want you to go again."

"Zhiyuan, take the medicine first...we'll discuss the rest later."

What Zhao Changlin was worried about finally happened. She was just a little relieved, but Zhiyuan's reaction was so big.

But she was no longer willing to take risks.

"If your highness doesn't explain clearly, even if Zhiyuan drinks this medicine, his heart disease will not be cured."

As if to make Zhao Changlin speak clearly, Xia Zhiyuan simply closed his eyes, held the porcelain bowl with his other hand, and poured the wine down in one breath.

This sour taste is simply incomparable.

Xia Zhiyuan felt that his assassin was no different from a bitter gourd.

"Ji Yuan..."

Zhao Changlin was extremely anxious and worried that she would get burned, so he used his sleeve to touch Xia Zhiyuan's red lips.

The overflowing black medicine soaked Zhao Changlin's sleeves. His golden and white sleeves and dragon scales were instantly wet.

However, Zhao Changlin did not care.

She placed her thumb on Xia Zhiyuan's cheek, looked worried, and took a deep breath.

"I know you...you can't accept it right now."

"But, Zhiyuan, you know what, no matter what, I will never let you go out again."

"I don't want to see you hurt again, I don't want to see you cry again..."

Zhao Changlin said it decisively.

"You are my subordinate and my subject, shouldn't you listen to me?"

His Highness has always disliked using his authority to suppress me. Even in front of me, he would lower himself and seldom call himself "I".

But Xia Zhiyuan didn't like the feeling of being restrained.

"Your Highness, if you keep Zhiyuan trapped here like this...trapped by your side, does that mean Zhiyuan will be safe?"

"Your Highness, sometimes you can't even protect yourself, right?"

Sitting on the bed, Xia Zhiyuan just looked up at the emperor of this country, just looked up at the woman with supreme power in this country.

Similarly, His Majesty the Emperor, who has fascinated countless people, is also the person she cherishes most.

"Your Highness... do you still remember the pain when you were shot by an arrow?"

Xia Zhiyuan lowered his head, daring to disobey the emperor's order.

"I am the emperor. There is nothing I cannot do. I will protect you."

"I won't let anyone succeed."

A handsome face with a dark area under the eyes.

It’s heartbreaking to watch.

"Well, Your Highness, Zhiyuan can tell you one thing. If Your Highness really wants to control Zhiyuan, it would be best to... tie Zhiyuan up, tie him up, and lock him up..."

The pale wrist covered with bitter medicine was stretched out in front of Xia Zhiyuan, with clear blue veins visible. Xia Zhiyuan smiled.

As bright as a night-blooming cereus.

"Your Highness, are you willing to do so?"

"If Your Highness is reluctant, then Zhiyuan will go even if there are numerous difficulties and dangers..."

"Your Highness is right. Your Highness is the Emperor, not His Highness anymore. So, if Your Highness wants to exercise the power of the Emperor, you should also understand that... Zhi Yuan will not obey your Highness's orders as the Emperor."

These words made Zhao Changlin stand there in a daze, clenching his fingers.

"Jiyuan, if keeping you safe... is necessary, then I will do it."

The blood in her chest was boiling, and Zhao Changlin felt as if she was getting a heart attack from anger, but she forced herself to suppress the discomfort in her body.

The blood that was welling up in his throat was also swallowed.

"Okay, Your Highness... then as a subject, I'm afraid I can't sleep on the same bed with Your Highness today."

"A minister should be sensible in what he does and should not enter the palace in this way..."

Zhiyuan was sulking, and Zhao Changlin could tell at a glance, so she simply stood up.

"What do I command you?"

"I order you to sleep on the same bed with me."

"Does Zhiyuan want to disobey the order?"

Zhao Changlin pulled out the curtain beside the bed with both hands, with no intention of letting anyone go.

He is indeed a tyrant.

Xia Zhiyuan poked Zhao Changlin's cheeks twice in her heart. Although this action was very satisfying, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

What exactly am I to His Highness?

If I keep dwelling on this question, I'm afraid I'll never get the answer in this lifetime.

Your Highness was born the eldest princess, superior to everyone else. The death of the late queen made the emperor feel guilty, so he went against all odds and made Your Highness the crown prince.

So from childhood to adulthood, Zhao Changlin was always the one who ordered others around, and had never been disobeyed by anyone.

No one dared to disobey the eldest princess who came from a noble family.

"Your Highness is really domineering."

Are all emperors in the world like this?

No, how can a woman give up so easily?

Xia Zhiyuan decided to be tough for once, so he stood up, stood on tiptoe, and faced Zhao Changlin.

"Really? But I've only heard Zhiyuan say this..."

Zhao Changlin's eyebrows were drooped, she was a sword with its edge restrained, she was a riverbed stone that refused to retreat.

"Even if I am a little selfish and domineering, so what?"

"I... don't want to lose you anymore."

The white cloth was wrapped around Zhao Changlin's wrist. He pulled it back in circles, completely restraining Xia Zhiyuan.