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

"The medicine Zhiyuan gave me is truly a miracle drug."

"Just one night later, I'm almost fully recovered."

Zhao Changlin stood up from the water and looked at Xia Zhiyuan meaningfully. His fingertips poked out from under the water, bringing with them a few water droplets, causing slight ripples on the water surface.

The fingertips wandered all the way and finally stopped at his collarbone, where there was a hideous scar, but it had faded a lot.

She slightly parted her red lips and spoke softly, as if telling something insignificant.

"This arrow wound is no different from the one I suffered back then. It was also poisoned, but I managed to survive for half a month before I was able to get my life back from the brink of death."

"Zhiyuan, where did you get the secret recipe for this medicine?"

I'm afraid even the best medical sage today can't do this.

Zhao Changlin narrowed his eyes.

That familiar feeling came back again, and Xia Zhiyuan sighed in his heart. As expected, His Highness was very alert in everything he did.

When I was looking for a system change, I was so anxious that I switched to the one with the best efficacy. Now I think this behavior is no different from walking into a trap.

"Since you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask any more questions."

"But, Zhiyuan, the person who gave you this good medicine may not have good intentions."

"You have to be careful."

Looking at Xia Zhiyuan's expression that obviously showed he knew the truth, Zhao Changlin did not continue to ask. Since he had chosen to believe Xia Zhiyuan, he would not question him anymore.

Otherwise, she would not have drunk the medicine that Zhiyuan handed to her last night.

……

Inside King Wen’s tent.

The chubby little prince couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he looked at the table full of Jinzhou specialties. He rubbed his chubby hands, picked up a beautifully crafted pastry, and stuffed it into his mouth.

His cheeks kept twitching, for fear that he had not eaten enough and would have nothing left when he returned to his fiefdom.

"My Lord, the prince is still here, should we...?"

A man dressed as a servant hurried in from outside the tent. Although he walked in a hurry, he was still well-mannered and immediately clasped his fists.

He glanced at the prince and swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He was very smart.

"No, he should have known these things by now."

After saying this, King Wen lowered his voice.

"What do those Jianghu people say?"

"Have the guards outside the door been replaced by our own people?"

The man dressed as a servant nodded and spoke in a slower voice: "In reply to Your Majesty, we have replaced them with our own people. They are well managed and will not make any mistakes."

This group of people were the soldiers who had followed him in the palace in Jinzhou City. After he went to his fiefdom, he dismissed his household slaves. Some of the palace's personal guards followed him to his fiefdom, while some of them were reluctant to leave their hometown and stayed in Jinzhou.

But, I have been in the palace for more than ten years.

King Wen naturally knew the importance of people's hearts, so during every festival, he would send a certain amount of reward money and comfort items to the soldiers.

No matter it was windy or snowy, or if a soldier died, King Wen would send people to deliver a fixed reward to the homes of soldiers and servants.

He knew very well that it was impossible to save this huge expense. If he did, he, who was far away in the borderland, would have no chance of becoming emperor.

These tiny ants, tiny chess pieces, can be very destructive, but it all depends on where the player places the chess piece.

Ever since he was a prince, he has always wanted to ascend the throne.

This chess game, which has been in the works for more than ten years, has already taken root in this continent, taking root underground and growing into a towering tree.

"Well, you've been doing pretty well lately."

"It's a pity that the woman's life is really tough."

King Wen placed his palm on the mahogany chair, and the ring on it made a crisp sound. His brows were furrowed, and thousands of words were expressed in his expression.

At this point, Zhao Changlin still escaped the killing trap he had carefully arranged. Unfortunately, he had spent ten years carefully planning it, but now it was all in vain.

How can I not feel heartbroken?

"Your Highness, at this point we can only cut off our ties and save our lives. Those people in the underworld naturally know that they are not doing a good job, and we have already handled the matter properly."

"If His Majesty finds out about this, I hope Your Majesty will remain calm."

King Wen nodded. He had naturally thought about the matter of cutting off the tail for a long time before deciding on a solution. The person who would take over was someone he had arranged among the martial arts sects a long time ago.

It took ten years to sharpen a sword, but unfortunately the fragrance never came.

"I know my brother's character very well. He is an old fox. He will naturally find me by following the clues. But it's no big deal."

"I have been following him for more than ten years. I can even smell what his farts smell like."

"It's not an exaggeration to say that he has a worm in his stomach."

After finishing a table full of pastries, Prince Wen touched his bulging belly and lay down on the chair with satisfaction.

Only then did he realize that his father was talking to a servant. The young master's eyes widened immediately and he jumped over.

"Father, I want to listen to what you are saying, I want to listen too!"

"Zicheng wants to play with uncle!"

When this child was a child, he had a fever at night and his brain was damaged. Although he has sought out famous doctors over the years, there has been no improvement.

He can still pretend to be decent in front of others, but he becomes a completely different character in front of me. However, it is better this way. When I am behind the scenes in the future, this child and I may not become enemies.

This is what is called, "A blessing in disguise."

Thinking back to when he was a prince in the cold palace, he was not favored by anyone, even the old guys in the palace looked down on his background. But, so what? He still lived well until now, inherited the fiefdom, and got the throne.

As long as you dare to dream, anything can be achieved.

Is not it?

"Your Highness, be good. Uncle will play with you later, okay?"

"Uncle and His Royal Highness have important matters to attend to now. Is His Royal Highness willing to go with uncle?"

The servant squatted down and softened his tone.

"Okay, okay, where are you going to go with Zicheng? Zicheng is looking forward to it! Is it Jinzhou City?"

The servant smiled and shook his head, reaching out to straighten the wrinkles on Prince Wen's clothes. His broad fingers covered with thick calluses made Zicheng feel itchy, and he couldn't help but step back.

"I'm going to see Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"Is His Royal Highness willing? When the time comes, His Royal Highness must greet Her Royal Highness obediently and wish Her Royal Highness peace."

"Does His Royal Highness know everything?"

The gifts of comfort to Her Royal Highness the Princess had already been prepared, but the imperial physicians at the Imperial Hospital had instructed in the past few days that no outsiders were allowed to disturb her and that Her Royal Highness the Princess must be given sufficient time to rest.

That's why they didn't go to disturb them.