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

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Xia Zhiyuan accepted the sachet obediently, and Zhao Changlin felt relieved. He then noticed that most of the people at the table were his acquaintances in Jinzhou City.

Several of them were holding long leaf cards in their hands, clenching their handkerchiefs, and looking pitifully at Zhao Changlin in front of them.

"Your Highness has really forgotten the old one because of his new love. Not long ago, he was playing cards with his sisters. Now that he has this good thing, he doesn't even share it with his sisters."

The person who spoke was the one who had fought the most. Xia Zhiyuan had roughly counted before and found that this guy had at least received several bulging pockets.

Sure enough, if you are good at playing cards, you can develop it into a side business.

You can make a fortune without leaving your home.

"Your father should have a prescription, and it will be available soon. There is no need to worry at this moment."

Zhao Changlin naturally recognized the woman who was speaking. She was the daughter of the director of the Imperial Medical Bureau. She was born into a family of medicinal herbs and had a deep understanding of medical principles.

It would be a fantasy to say that he didn't have the latest spice formula on hand. He said this just to hint at what the relationship between him and Xia Zhiyuan was.

Is it just an ordinary reading companion, or does it have a deeper meaning?

"Oh, I was just asking casually, why do you have to be so fierce, Your Highness?"

"Not ladylike at all~"

The two have known each other since childhood. Although they cannot be called childhood sweethearts, they know each other well, so Lin Xiaoshuang dares to be so unscrupulous.

"It's very noisy."

"The Imperial Hospital seems to be very short-staffed recently, so why not..."

Before Zhao Changlin could finish his words, Lin Xiaoshuang was the first to give in. She quickly put the leaf cards in her hand into her palm with a flattering smile on her face.

"No, no, no... Your Highness, it was my fault. Is it not okay if it was my fault?"

"Shut up now, little girl. Shut up now."

She rested her hands on the table, her fingers against the cards, and her other hand on her red lips, and sat down obediently.

"The hunt will officially begin soon. I'm afraid I'll have important matters to attend to for a long time. This shadow guard will stay with you to protect your safety."

Xia Zhiyuan just saw a female guard wearing light soft armor, holding a long sword in her slender fingers, standing beside His Highness.

It turns out that this is the shadow guard who took off his black iron mask. He looks really handsome, unlike the soldiers in the barracks who have dark skin.

Perhaps because the shadow guard wears heavy armor and a black iron mask on his face all year round, his body lines are very strong and his skin is exceptionally white.

"Greetings, Miss Xia. Your Highness has entrusted me with the responsibility, and I will do my best to fulfill it."

The shadow guard clasped his hands together and bowed deeply.

"A Ping, you are getting more and more handsome. How could His Highness be willing to let you go?"

Di Ping was not born into an ordinary family. She was the concubine's daughter of the chief of the imperial guards in Jinzhou City. She had been practicing martial arts since she was young and had a famous teacher at Wuji Mountain.

After completing his apprenticeship at the age of sixteen, he has been following His Highness. Later, he was recommended by the eldest princess to serve in the Shadow Guard and is now the leader of a team, in charge of hundreds of Shadow Guards.

"This is... my humble duty."

The shadow guard whom Lin Xiaoshuang called Aping remained calm, but her slightly stuttering words betrayed her.

Wow, what kind of scene is this? A gathering of childhood sweethearts to recognize their relatives. Am I a little redundant here?

Xia Zhiyuan stood on tiptoe and was about to sneak away when he was caught by Zhao Changlin who was standing by. Zhao Changlin was still a little worried, but even though he was worried, he couldn't do something that would attract attention.

Sending Di Ping to stay with Zhi Yuan is the safest approach at the moment.

Di Ping has always been careful and thoughtful in her work, and her skills are one of the best among all the shadow guards. Having her by Zhi Yuan's side is the most reassuring thing.

"wait me back."

After Zhao Changlin said this, he saw that Xia Zhiyuan still seemed a little confused, so he simply squatted down and reached out to take the sachet.

Zhao Changlin carefully tied the sachet around Xia Zhiyuan's waist, his fingers passing through the belt of her long skirt, his movements gentle.

It was the first time His Highness was serving someone, and although he was not very skilled, the knot he tied the long rope was still very nice and neat, not as crooked as Xia Zhiyuan had imagined.

"Your Highness...!"

Xia Zhiyuan exclaimed softly. She always felt that it was not good to be so affectionate in public. Moreover, there were countless pairs of eyes staring at her. Xia Zhiyuan felt a little at a loss as to what to do.

"Well, Di Ping is very familiar with the hunting grounds. If you have any questions, feel free to ask her."

Zhao Changlin moved his fingertips away from the sachet, looked up at Xia Zhiyuan's eyes, and the breeze blew across the loose hair on her forehead.

Thousands of words are contained in it.

Zhao Changlin smiled, stood up, and without stopping for too long, walked towards the direction of King Wen in the distance. However, in an instant, the expression on Zhao Changlin's face had changed.

When King Wen entered Jinzhou City, he would have asked the emperor to allow him to stay in Jinzhou City for a few months. How many small moves were involved in this? Only King Wen himself must have known.

At such a close distance, it would be somewhat rude to ride a war horse to greet the princes and nobles, but Zhao Changlin didn't care about that.

It's just the right time to kill his arrogance.

Zhao Changlin climbed onto the horse, held the reins and squeezed the horse's belly. The horse seemed to have a spirit and felt its master's intention. It stepped on the grass with its hooves and rushed forward.

The guards on the side naturally noticed the unusual behavior here, but no one dared to step forward to stop Her Royal Highness the Princess.

As the inky war horses galloped across the grassland, several civil servants raised their sleeves to avoid being splashed with mud from the grassland.

"Your Highness really is... a child at heart..."

The words of rebuke were stuck in their throats. The ministers looked at the shadow guards following behind His Highness's horse and swallowed the rest of their words.

"See Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

The guards on both sides had received extremely rigorous and professional training. The faint sound of horse hooves revealed the identity of their master. They dismounted and knelt on the ground.

He clasped his hands together in a salute, with his head bowed.

The eagle feathers overhead were blown by the wind.

King Wen turned the jade ring on his hand, his face still smiling, without any change. Instead, the little prince beside him was frightened and stretched out his chubby fingers to grab his father's robe.

His eyes rolled around and he hid behind King Wen in a cowardly manner.

"Your Highness."

King Wen was neither arrogant nor impatient, and bowed politely.

If it were any other royal family member, they would surely be furious if they saw their descendants being so ignorant of etiquette, but King Wen did not seem to be frightened at all by the eldest princess's inappropriate behavior.

"Uncle, I hope you are well."

Holding the reins, Zhao Changlin looked down at King Wen, a faint smile still in his eyes, and the wind blew the horse's black mane.

Like a dark cloud pressing down on the stronghold.