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

A clear sound.

Xia Zhiyuan covered his forehead and unconsciously stepped back.

Why are you doing this again?

If you keep knocking like this, she'll get shorter!

"Take this pen."

"No one can stop me from doing what I want to do~"

Looking at that person's condescending eyes.

Xia Zhiyuan pursed her red lips and reluctantly took the brush handed to her by Zhao Changlin. What was the difference between this and helping others copy homework?

Some are angry.

It’s a threat! This is simply a threat!

Does being the eldest princess allow her to be so unscrupulous? Well, being the eldest princess does allow her to be so unscrupulous.

He casually picked up the minister's memorial that Zhao Changlin had just pushed over to him, opened it and took a look. The handwriting inside was very neat, but the content was quite boring.

"Your Majesty, this is a specialty of the coastal area, coconut. I have sent someone to deliver it to Your Majesty at full speed. I wonder if Your Majesty has received it?"

"Your Majesty, how are you these days? It's raining heavily in the coastal area again..."

It's really boring.

"Just reply and you know it."

Zhao Changlin knew what kind of memorial Xia Zhiyuan was holding at a glance, so he didn't take it seriously.

He stretched out his hand, held the back of Xia Zhiyuan's hand, and lifted Xia Zhiyuan's brush to the memorial.

"You should have imitated my handwriting."

"Can you write?"

"If you don't know how to write, I'll teach you again."

Xia Zhiyuan wrote the memorial carefully from beginning to end with his brush. When he was a reading companion in the princess's mansion, Xia Zhiyuan had copied Zhao Changlin's handwriting.

Nowadays, although it cannot be said that they are exactly the same, I have learned it quite well.

"He is indeed a useful talent."

"Well done."

Zhao Changlin placed his hand on Xia Zhiyuan's forehead, his palm touching the black hair. Zhao Changlin rubbed it gently through the hair, as if he was rewarding something.

what the hell?

He basically treats himself as a pet.

Xia Zhiyuan could only grit her teeth in her heart. Never mind. When she was studying, she often studied late into the night. To her, this was just a piece of cake.

I don’t know which memorial I saw, but Xia Zhiyuan counted them in his mind and found that there were at least a dozen kinds of tropical fruits.

It seemed that she was really hungry.

Rubbing his belly, Xia Zhiyuan touched the last memorial on the table.

There were some tears in his eyes. Xia Zhiyuan put down the brush and raised his hand to rub his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt an itch in his nose and Xia Zhiyuan sneezed. The noise was not very loud, but it still startled Zhao Changlin who was standing opposite him.

Xia Zhiyuan felt a little embarrassed. He opened the memorial with his fingertips skillfully, avoiding Zhao Changlin's sight. He planned to take a look at the memorial, but it would have been better if he hadn't looked at it... He was shocked when he saw it.

Compared with the previous ones, which are not very important and are similar to a diary-like record, this memorial is obviously not addressed to His Majesty the Emperor.

To be precise, this should be a memorial handed over by Zhao Changlin's confidant.

There was a line of small characters written in a simple and sloppy handwriting. It was obvious that the book was closed before the ink had dried yet, so there were small ink beads winding downwards on the characters.

The entire font looks very ugly, and the font is small. If you don’t look carefully, you really can’t tell what is inside.

"Your Highness, we have already tracked down the exact location of the Moon-Picking Tower. Following your instructions, we will remain in place and await your order."

The exact location of the Moon-Zhai Tower...?

"Is it cold?"

A warm breath came from behind his ear. Zhao Changlin picked up Xia Zhiyuan's cloak, adjusted it, and put it on tightly.

"That way the heat won't escape."

The voice was almost whispering into his ear, and the chill was immediately dispelled. Xia Zhiyuan felt like he was getting hot again.

He hurriedly closed the memorial in his hand and pushed it onto the table opposite.

"Your Highness... Your Highness, this seems to be very important information, Zhiyuan should not open it."

It’s better to throw away this hot potato as soon as possible!

Zhao Changlin took a quick glance. She already knew that the reason why he let Xia Zhiyuan read such a pile of meaningless memorials was just to let her see what he wanted her to see.

“This is what I wanted you to see.”

"What is meant by collusion?"

Zhao Changlin lowered his head and gently kissed Xia Zhiyuan on the earlobe, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

"Zhiyuan, if you want to survive, you must learn how to drive a tiger to devour a wolf."

"I don't mind being your sharp blade."

Just this one sentence made Xia Zhiyuan's heart beat wildly. She turned her head and was able to touch Zhao Changlin's cheek.

Lips touching.

"What I said is real."

"Zhiyuan, you are the one I like, I won't let you die like this."

"Do you have a wish? I can help you make it happen."

"Ji Won... I haven't talked to anyone like this in a long time. I feel lonely."

The long inky hair fell on the white shirt. Xia Zhiyuan breathed rapidly, almost unable to resist such temptation.

"Your Highness..."

Zhao Changlin looked at Xia Zhiyuan, his fingers falling on Xia Zhiyuan's lips, his fingertips stroking Xia Zhiyuan's lips inch by inch, with a little bit of...

"Shh, don't talk."

"I like you just the way you are."

I liked it from the first moment I saw it.

The sound of the system seemed to be ringing in his ears, but Xia Zhiyuan could not distinguish it clearly and could only vaguely hear about 5% of the words.

Is this her heartbeat value or his own? Xia Zhiyuan felt that he couldn't tell the difference, and his breath was being robbed bit by bit.

With his back against the table, Xia Zhiyuan could feel his cloak starting to fall off bit by bit, sliding from his waist to the ground, but his body temperature increased a lot.

His Highness's long, jet-black hair fell all over her body, touching her skin, making her feel very itchy.

But Xia Zhiyuan was enjoying it. She closed her eyes and hummed unconsciously. She did not resist what Zhao Changlin did to her. The pain spread from her neck to her collarbone.

"Jiyuan...did you drink the medicine well?"

"Why are you still like a sick cat? I feel so sorry for you..."

There is nothing she cannot get if she likes it, but Zhao Changlin can be sure that he has other feelings for Xia Zhiyuan.

She didn't want anyone to get close to her, didn't want anyone to touch her, didn't want anyone to leave any marks on her.

Only you can.

Only you can do it.

Xia Zhiyuan was gasping for breath, and she felt her chest and body shaking violently, but she could not use any strength in her body, nor did she want to use any strength.

Xia Zhiyuan's fingers were a little sore from having just reviewed a stack of memorials, and he didn't want to move at all.

She rubbed Zhao Changlin's neck with her side face, put her arms around him, and whispered softly, "Your Highness, can we go to the bed..."

“It’s cold here…”