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

Looking at the soldiers coming and going in the hunting ground, after the assassination, the hunting ground is now in a state of complete alert.

Xia Zhiyuan stood outside the tent wearing a cloak and waiting. The door was heavily guarded, and ten shadow guards formed a circle to protect the tent.

Not even a fly could get in.

"Miss Xia, please don't embarrass me. His Majesty has ordered that outsiders are not allowed to enter."

"Your Highness is seriously injured and difficult to treat. No mistakes can be made."

With his fists clenched, the shadow guard bowed slightly.

Under normal circumstances, they would never dare to stop Miss Xia from doing this, after all, this was an order from His Highness.

But now, His Highness is in a coma.

All matters were decided by His Majesty the Emperor, so they naturally dared not disobey His Majesty's orders. Moreover, Miss Xia had been weak since childhood, and if she passed the illness on to His Highness.

That would be bad.

Xia Zhiyuan held a delicate medicine bottle in her hand. The liquid had become slightly warm from her holding it. She pursed her lips tightly and looked towards the tent, refusing to leave.

This bottle of medicine is the "Dead Tree Resurrection" potion that Xia Zhiyuan bought at a huge price of five points. As long as His Highness is not doomed to die and is about to step into the gate of the underworld, this bottle of potion can save him and detoxify him.

And it won't leave any side effects.

But now, she was stopped outside the door by this group of shadow guards wearing black iron masks and was not allowed to enter.

I was so angry that my back teeth were itching.

He originally planned to sneak in on a dark and windy night, but when he looked at the brightly lit tent at night, Xia Zhiyuan realized that he had acted stupidly in a hurry.

Now that His Highness has been seriously injured and the hunting has been cancelled, how could this group of people still have the mind to take care of other things?

Looking at Miss Xia, she didn't move.

The shadow guards did not dare to drive her away, as they all knew how important Miss Xia was in His Highness' heart. If His Highness woke up and asked about this matter,

I'm afraid they will be punished several times, and maybe even their extra monthly bonus will be deducted.

While the two sides were in a stalemate.

The heavy curtain door of the tent was opened and a palace maid came out. She bowed to Xia Zhiyuan with a very respectful tone.

"His Highness said he wanted to see Miss Xia."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

They all turned to look at Xia Zhiyuan.

Clenching the small porcelain bottle in his hand again, Xia Zhiyuan felt a thin layer of sweat on his palms. His eyes were filled with hope, and he spoke softly.

"Your Highness...Your Highness, have you woken up?"

The head palace maid just nodded, then stepped back a few steps, rolled up a corner of the curtain, and signaled Xia Zhiyuan to go in quickly.

The stone in Xia Zhiyuan's heart finally fell. He bent his head slightly and walked into the tent. The tent was warm and there was a silver charcoal fire burning.

The palace maids coming and going were very busy.

Zhao Changlin's lips were pale, and his entire arm was wrapped in white bandages. The tent was filled with a bitter medicinal fragrance.

With his long hair disheveled, Zhao Changlin's breathing was shallow and he felt severe pain all over his body. The poison felt like a burning fire, and sometimes made him feel like he was in a cold cave.

I couldn't sleep at all and couldn't fall asleep at night.

Zhao Changlin only felt that his spirit was being tortured all the time, but the royal physician could not find a countermeasure for the poison for a while.

We can only try to use some mild medicines to suppress the poison Zhao Changlin has been poisoned with, so that His Highness can feel relieved for a while.

The senior palace maid walked lightly and quickly to the front of Zhao Changlin's bed. She bowed again. Perhaps she was worried that the noise was too loud and would irritate His Highness, so she replied in a very low voice.

"Your Highness, Miss Xia is here."

The torment and bone-chilling coldness in his body seemed to be reduced by half, and Zhao Changlin only felt a buzzing sound in his ears.

I turned sideways with difficulty and saw Xia Zhiyuan standing on the wool blanket.

Her eyes were red, and Xia Zhiyuan was holding a bottle of medicine in her hand, but she didn't let anyone see it, as she had already secretly hidden it in her sleeve.

"Ji Yuan... come here... I have something to tell you..."

Seeing her appearance now, Zhao Changlin just felt that Xia Zhiyuan was his lucky star.

That day in the forest, he was surrounded by many killers. When he was confused and hesitant, he heard Zhiyuan's voice in his ears.

It was Zhiyuan who guided himself and led himself to escape the encirclement of the killers.

Zhao Changlin pursed her pale lips and smiled weakly. She didn't know if it was a psychological effect or something else, but... she just wanted to take a good look at Zhiyuan's appearance.

Reach out and touch Zhiyuan’s face.

"Yes, Your Highness..."

Xia Zhiyuan walked over. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She was fine when she entered the tent just now, but when she saw the weak appearance of His Highness, her tears flowed like a faucet and she couldn't stop them at all.

"Why are you crying like this...I'm not going to die."

Zhao Changlin couldn't help but smile when he saw Xia Zhiyuan, who looked like a tearful girl. This was the first time she smiled after waking up from the poisoning.

She reached out and used her nightgown to wipe Xia Zhiyuan's tears. When Zhao Changlin stood up, he pulled the wound on her hand, causing her to frown in pain.

The movement paused slightly.

"Your Highness, please don't move. Your health is more important."

"Ji-won can just come by himself."

After saying that, Xia Zhiyuan quickly took out his handkerchief and quickly wiped the tears from his eyes. He didn't want His Highness to see his ugly appearance.

"Okay... I won't force myself then."

Lying back on the bed, Zhao Changlin could recall the scene in the woods as soon as she closed her eyes, she said slowly.

"That day... when I was seriously injured and on the verge of death, I seemed to hear Zhiyuan calling me. Zhiyuan led the way for me and brought me out of the encirclement."

“Only then can we have the good fortune to encounter the shadow guards rushing into the woods.”

After hearing these words, Xia Zhiyuan became even more certain that the decision he made that day was not wrong. At least... he saved His Highness, right?

"Thank you... Ji Won."

Only when she was talking to Xia Zhiyuan could Zhao Changlin briefly forget the medicinal properties coursing through her limbs and bones. She almost gritted her teeth and endured it.

"Your Highness, it's time to drink medicine."

Before Xia Zhiyuan could say anything, the senior palace maid who had just left came back with a vermilion chopping board in her hand, on which was a delicate jade bowl. The bitter smell of black medicine filled the entire tent.

"Let me do it."

Seeing that His Highness was about to do it himself, Xia Zhiyuan was quick to intercept him.

The white fingers picked up the jade bowl and the spoon placed aside. The jade spoon was dipped into the black medicinal juice. Xia Zhiyuan had long been numb to the smell of Chinese medicine.

After all, she drinks several bowls every day.

Every time, His Highness would watch over me until I finished drinking, but this time, it was the other way around.

I must make sure that His Highness drinks every drop and seek justice for him.