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

"Why are you so nervous? Come and sleep."

"I have something to tell you."

Lifting a corner of the quilt, Zhao Changlin patted the bed with his uninjured hand, motioning Xia Zhiyuan to get on the bed.

Well, now that His Highness has spoken, it would be inappropriate for me to continue to be shy.

Xia Zhiyuan sat obediently on the bed. The distance between the two of them was like a galaxy. Xia Zhiyuan was very tactful and maintained a good distance.

If I accidentally touch His Highness's wound, I would feel guilty.

"You all stand down."

Zhao Changlin raised his eyes and glanced at the palace maids standing around him.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The head maid sighed. According to the rules, one of them had to stay behind to look after His Highness' injuries, but this was His Highness's order.

No one dared to disobey.

So they could only wait outside the tent and stand guard in shifts, and hot tea, hot water, pastries or medicinal foods had to be prepared together.

There must not be any mistakes.

Xia Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. The eyes that had been staring at her finally withdrew. She was so happy in her heart.

It turns out that your Highness’ words are effective.

"Your Highness, what do you want to say to me?"

Xia Zhiyuan blinked her eyes. The expression on her face was visible to the naked eye. She relaxed her body and mind and no longer felt tense as before.

"Nothing much... I just wanted you to accompany me. Seeing that your boss didn't seem happy about it, I just made up a lie."

"Now that these people have withdrawn, you don't have to be nervous."

Zhao Changlin's long, ink-black hair hung on her shoulders. She looked sideways at Xia Zhiyuan with a smile in her eyes. Her eyelashes were so long that it made people feel warm.

Normally, His Highness has a cold look towards everyone, or he is intimidating without being angry, but it is rare that his eyes are smiling and full of tenderness.

This is probably just like how he looked when he first saw His Highness at the clinic under the ginkgo tree.

"It's not that Zhiyuan is unhappy... Zhiyuan is just afraid that his sleeping posture will be unsightly and touch your arm, which will make your injury worse."

Xia Zhiyuan lowered his head, continued to stir the silk with his fingers, and said what was in his mind.

"Really? So that's the reason."

"So, I misunderstood Zhiyuan?"

Immediately afterwards, an exquisite small porcelain bottle appeared in front of Xia Zhiyuan. Looking at the familiar workmanship, Xia Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment.

Oops, I was taking such a comfortable bath just now that I forgot to hide the porcelain bottle.

“Is this Zhiyuan’s thing?”

"It was given to me just now..."

Zhao Changlin's fingers were very slender, and her hands looked even more beautiful when she held the small and slender porcelain bottle. She smiled slightly.

Obviously no blame was meant.

"It's just... this seems to be a potion?"

Zhao Changlin handed the small medicine bottle back to Xia Zhiyuan. Her slightly cool fingertips hooked Xia Zhiyuan's palm like a cat's scratch, making Xia Zhiyuan involuntarily immersed in it.

"It is indeed a potion. Is Your Highness willing to try the recipe in Zhiyuan's hand?"

Since His Highness has already discovered it, I might as well tell him directly. Originally, Xia Zhiyuan wanted to find a time to secretly mix the potion into Zhao Changlin's daily food, but she found that her idea was simply too naive.

Commonly known as stupid can.

Zhao Changlin's food, clothing and daily necessities were on high alert after the assassination. Basically, not even a fly could get close to him, let alone himself.

Without His Highness's permission, I probably can't even touch His Highness's shadow, let alone talk to Him face to face.

"Since it's your suggestion, I'll give it a try."

"The medicines prepared by the imperial doctors can only have a slight inhibitory effect or are completely useless. I just drink them for nothing and end up with a mouthful of bitterness."

After saying that, Zhao Changlin seemed to have thought of something, looked into Xia Zhiyuan's eyes and said jokingly: "But if your medicine is bitter... then I won't drink it."

It's over. When I exchanged it before, it seemed to be bitter, because the sweet potion cost one point more.

Although Xia Zhiyuan also felt that the setting of the system mall was extremely rogue, the system said righteously - good medicine tastes bitter.

The implication is that if you can't afford it, don't buy it.

It's really a shame.

Well, it's not for her to drink anyway. It's for His Highness, so it doesn't matter if it's a little bitter, if she wants to drink it.

Xia Zhiyuan felt that it would be okay to grit his teeth and spend one more point.

"It is bitter, but your highness, Zhiyuan has a way to make the potion sweet."

"Will Your Highness still drink by then?"

Her words succeeded in arousing Zhao Changlin's interest. With his eyes slightly narrowed, the prince got closer and closer, and their noses almost touched.

The warm breath fell on his lips.

Zhao Changlin said softly, "Oh, I'm curious about what method Zhiyuan has to make this bitter potion sweet?"

Her voice was extremely charming. After she spoke a few words to him, Xia Zhiyuan felt himself trembling all over and his whole body went limp.

Her fingers slightly clenched the small porcelain bottle that His Highness handed back to her. Xia Zhiyuan knew that she must not give up at this moment. Isn't it just charming? Who can't do that?

Pulling out the stopper from the small porcelain bottle, Xia Zhiyuan put the bottle mouth to his red lips, closed his eyes, and drank it in one breath.

The medicine was very bitter. If it wasn't for the life-saving potion that Xia Zhiyuan had bought at a high price, he might really have spit it out in one breath.

Zhao Changlin was puzzled, obviously confused. Didn't they say that the potion should be changed from bitter to sweet? Why did Xia Zhiyuan drink it herself? Just as she was about to speak, someone held her cheek.

Then, there was a heat on the lips.

The bitter potion flowed into the other person's mouth. Xia Zhiyuan kissed carefully, transferring all the potion in the porcelain bottle into her.

The breaths of two people were entangled with each other, and the faint green bitterness was gradually forgotten in this perfect blend.

Xia Zhiyuan didn't dare to let go at all, and kissed him more fiercely, for fear that if he let go, the prince would vomit the medicine because it was too bitter.

However, Xia Zhiyuan restrained himself. If he touched the wound of His Highness due to his violent actions, it would be counterproductive.

However, Zhao Changlin had no intention of giving up. She moved her throat and swallowed all the medicine that Xia Zhiyuan fed her.

Even the other uninjured arm began to gradually grasp Xia Zhiyuan's shoulders, pressing him down hard.

Xia Zhiyuan obviously did not expect His Highness to come up with such a strange plan. He was caught off guard and his entire body fell on His Highness.

"Your Highness..."

With a small exclamation, the rivalry between the two finally ended with Xia Zhiyuan surrendering first.

Your Highness is really messing around.