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

A lantern was placed on the table.

Xia Zhiyuan pointed his fingertips at the landscape painting on the lantern, as if thinking about something.

The person on the bed had a frown on his face. The bandages on his body had been changed several times, but there was still no sign of waking up.

The system has been out of touch since then and has not been able to contact me again.

It goes without saying that there must be an additional variable... that has appeared again.

That led to the current situation.

The bedroom, which was originally lit with sandalwood, was now completely replaced by a faint medicinal fragrance. Xia Zhiyuan felt that he was being intoxicated by the smell over the past few days.

“Ji Won…Ji Won…”

In the silent night, the familiar voice sounded again, and Zhao Changlin's voice was still slightly hoarse.

Her fingers were stroking the bed unconsciously, and there was no trace of coldness in the sound.

I am just simply looking for the person I have been thinking about.

Xia Zhiyuan stood up suddenly and rushed over. After taking two steps, he slowed down a little.

At this moment, he only cared about the fact that His Highness was a patient, forgetting that he was also a guy who almost lost half his life.

There were golden stars in front of my eyes and I felt dizzy.

Without a system to chat with him, Xia Zhiyuan even finished reading the secret history of the harem.

Although there is nothing good to see.

Xia Zhiyuan kowtowed to several pairs of concubines in the harem, but then he felt bored.

He simply rested his hands on his chin and stared at His Highness's bed in a daze.

"Ji Yuan..."

"Are you okay..."

The seriously injured Zhao Changlin was still worried about Xia Zhiyuan. The scene that kept flashing before her eyes was the last scene before she lost consciousness that day.

Xia Zhiyuan's face was covered in scarlet blood. When Zhao Changlin thought that it was all Zhiyuan's blood, he felt like he couldn't breathe at all.

His fingertips clenched the quilt, pulling up the layers of wrinkles.

Zhao Changlin was breathing rapidly.

I just felt that Xia Zhiyuan's clear outline gradually blurred and began to turn into a hint of blood.

Completely disappear from your own world, and you can't find it no matter where you are.

Suddenly, the back of my hand was covered with a cool feeling, but this coolness did not make people feel cold, but instead made people feel very comfortable.

Like a summer breeze.

"Your Highness...are you okay?"

Squatting beside the bed, Xia Zhiyuan only felt that His Highness's hand was very warm, not as cold as the one he touched that day.

But, what I originally wanted to say.

Finally, it has come to this moment.

Xia Zhiyuan couldn't utter a word.

I could only force myself to utter these bland, caring words.

……

Open your eyes.

Zhao Changlin let out a long sigh.

The body was covered with soft blankets.

"Zhiyuan, until now...are you still angry with me?"

She could feel that the fine palm lines belonged to Zhiyuan.

The first words His Highness said after he opened his eyes were actually asking whether the cold war between the two was going well.

Xia Zhiyuan felt very angry. She felt helpless inside but did not show it.

After all, His Highness is a patient now. Why should I be angry with a patient?

Wouldn't that make her a real shrew?

"When has Zhiyuan ever been angry with Your Highness?"

This helpless question made Zhao Changlin laugh. She turned sideways and their eyes met.

"You still don't admit it...?"

The moment he asked the question, Zhao Changlin felt sorry for Xia Zhiyuan's current appearance, looking at the dark blue marks under her eyes.

I knew Zhiyuan hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

I'm afraid it's because I've been guarding myself all this time.

"You... you must be very tired these days, right?"

"Want to come up and sleep?"

In fact, Zhao Changlin could wake up most of the time, but she just didn't want to.

Because she knew that as soon as she opened her eyes and saw Zhiyuan's appearance, she would become soft-hearted and easy to talk to. Maybe... under her prayer.

Even my cautious persistence will disappear.

Moving inside, Zhao Changlin gave up the bed on the outside.

Xia Zhiyuan looked at the bed. Her butt was almost flattened after sitting on the bench for so long. Not to mention that she really wanted to put her head on the pillow.

Sleep deeply.

"But...won't this put pressure on Your Highness?"

It is still necessary to keep a distance from the patients. Xia Zhiyuan was not worried that the prince would fall on her. What she was worried about was that she would accidentally fall on the prince.

If the wound bursts, I will be a sinner.

"What's the big deal...?"

"Didn't we all sleep like this before?"

"Or does Zhiyuan dislike me as a patient now?"

Zhao Changlin raised his eyebrows, his expression slightly regretful, as if he was very dissatisfied with Xia Zhiyuan's refusal.

"Nothing..."

"Your Highness doesn't look like a patient."

Could it be because of my weak body?

"That's natural... it's just a minor injury, it will heal after a while."

Zhao Changlin lowered his head and glanced at the white gauze wrapped around his entire arm, but didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Zhao Changlin would experience such an assassination attempt almost every once in a while.

However, those people rarely succeed.

"You're bragging again."

Xia Zhiyuan obediently took off his coat and lay down on the bed.

Xia Zhiyuan couldn't tell what the smell on her body was because of the strong medicinal fragrance, but... she was personally responsible for washing His Highness these days.

So, even though His Highness has a bitter smell of medicine on him.

She doesn't mind either.

“It’s not a big deal.”

Zhao Changlin didn't look over, but still retorted stubbornly.

She still had some pride in her heart, thinking that since Zhiyuan was willing to bow his head and talk to her first, then let Zhiyuan say a few more words.

She wanted to listen.

However, after saying this, Zhao Changlin never received a reply from Xia Zhiyuan.

She turned around with some confusion and found that Xia Zhiyuan, who was holding the quilt with both hands, had fallen into a deep sleep at some point.

Xia Zhiyuan's breathing rose and fell, his eyes closed, and his dark blue eyelashes fell on his eyelids.

Just looking at it makes people feel as if their heart is being tickled by a feather, making it itchy.

asleep?

It must be because I've been taking care of myself these days that I'm so tired.

Zhao Changlin subconsciously wanted to raise his hand and put his arm around Xia Zhiyuan's shoulders, but the pulling of the wound made Zhao Changlin stop the action.

When she saw Xia Zhiyuan, she actually forgot the pain of her arm being pierced by an arrow.

He really doesn't learn his lesson.

……

"Your Majesty...I am back."

Through the vermilion doors and windows, Di Ping's face was weather-beaten. They waited and finally caught the person who wanted to blow up the dam.

Di Ping was unsure about who could bring back the news, so he rode as fast as he could.

He came back in person to report his duties to the emperor.

"Also, I have interrogated the person who assassinated Your Highness."

Before Di Ping arrived in the capital, she heard the news of Zhao Changlin's assassination. She also interrogated the criminal who was caught in the prison.