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

"Host, this system has already kindly reminded you that if you use drugs and weapons that are beyond the common sense of this world, you will be considered an alien~"

"There are a lot of identical data sent from terminals in this system's database. There are risks in exchanging items in the mall. Be careful!"

From the tone of the system, it turns out that I’m not the only unlucky one. I feel relieved!

"Thank you, your words are very heartwarming and comforting to me."

After hearing Xia Zhiyuan's answer, the system was obviously stunned, and it froze for a moment, and a crackling sound of electric current rang in the ears.

It's unbelievable and I don't know how to answer it.

Xia Zhiyuan stretched lazily. She had just finished breakfast and still felt a little full. It was not because she ate too much, but because the royal chef's cooking skills were so good.

It's simply addictive.

Then do some brain activities.

In fact, what the system said just now was not wrong. When exchanging points for goods in the future, you still have to be careful in your selection. After all, if you are falsely accused of witchcraft or something like that, you will never be able to clear yourself of the charges even if you jump into the Yellow River.

"Your Highness, Prince Wen requests to see you."

At this moment, a soft voice broke the warm silence in the tent, and the palace maid who had been waiting outside walked in, lifted the curtain, and bowed.

Hearing this name, Xia Zhiyuan was slightly stunned.

Zhao Changlin, who was sitting on the couch, seemed to be unconcerned and did not take away the yellow-covered book in front of him. His eyes followed the words on the book line by line.

Continue to concentrate on reading the book.

"I know, let him in."

After all, they are relatives in public and a loving family. I can't let my uncle's good son wait outside for a long time.

By then, people all over the world will criticize me again.

The palace maid withdrew, probably to deliver a message.

Sure enough, the tent door was opened, and the familiar little fat man rushed in, followed by a servant dressed like a royal servant.

I think these should be the group of people who followed King Wen to Jinzhou.

When they came in, both of them were checked to see if they were carrying any sharp blades. This was the rule, and even royal relatives with blood relations were not exempt from it.

The little fat boy changed into a brown robe today, which was embroidered with a little Qilin stepping on auspicious clouds. He also had a golden longevity lock hanging around his neck and was smiling.

"Your Highness... Your Highness, it was Daddy who asked Zicheng to come and visit Your Highness!"

Zhao Changlin had heard a little about Zhao Zicheng's brain being damaged by a burn many years ago. However, he had also heard that his condition had gradually stabilized in recent years, and sometimes he was sober and could even regain normal thinking ability.

Whether his brain was really burned out or it was fake remains to be verified.

However, Zhao Changlin would not tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes. As the saying goes, it is better to kill a hundred people by mistake than to let one go.

What's more, just now he received a report from the Shadow Guard's spy that Prince Wen had come to his door.

Mm-hmm, it’s really wonderful.

Maybe it came too timely.

"I am injured and cannot meet guests. I hope you will forgive me for being rude and impolite."

The slender fingers slightly closed the yellow pages of the book and placed them on the pear wood table. Zhao Changlin still had that forced smile on his face.

But just that slight smile is enough to make everyone fall in love with it, and make people intoxicated and unable to control themselves.

Even Prince Wen was stunned for a moment, swallowed his saliva, and immediately waved his hands, and the longevity locks on his body jingled.

"No, no, no, how can I ask my beautiful sister to apologize? It's Zicheng's fault. It's Zicheng... who is ignorant!"

It is not known whether it was intentional or not, but Prince Wen did not address Zhao Changlin respectfully in a hurry. If it were the Emperor, it would have been a crime of inappropriate etiquette in front of the palace and he would have been punished with two strokes of the cane.

"Your Highness, please address me as Your Highness..."

Seeing this, the servant hurriedly supported himself on the ground with his hands, bowed deeply, and his face was full of horror.

He banged his forehead on the ground, his voice trembling.

Zhao Zicheng on the other side obviously didn't know what was going on. He looked around and actually imitated the servant and knelt on the ground.

He gave a big gift to the beautiful sister in his eyes.

"Well, you two don't have to do this."

"I am in good health, can I go out now? If I have to report to King Wen, I think it should be more than enough."

Zhao Changlin obviously had something else in mind when he said this. The servant was frightened or something, but he was shaking all over and his teeth were chattering.

Speak softly.

"Yes, Your Highness."

However, Prince Wen thought that the beautiful sister was greeting his father, so he quickly raised his head from the ground and grinned foolishly.

"In reply to my beautiful sister, my father is in good health, he can eat and sleep well..."

Before he could finish his words, the servant hugged Prince Wen's thighs and covered Prince Wen's lips with his other hand.

The words were in his mouth, but he couldn't utter them no matter what. He could only make a muffled hum.

Knowing that his uncle didn't allow him to speak, Prince Wen struggled for a while and then calmed down. The servant's frightened eyes flashed a fierce light when he turned his back to Zhao Changlin.

Sure enough, this woman Zhao Changlin is not so easy to fool, but it’s obvious now, so why bother to be so sarcastic and weird.

She just hated that group of martial arts people were useless. If they were replaced by the prince's personal soldiers, she might have become a beehive by now.

Can you still keep your mouth shut?

However, this murderous look was only fleeting. When he turned around again, the servant had already become timid.

With a slightly trembling hand, he moved away from the Crown Prince's mouth, and couldn't help but kowtow to Zhao Changlin to apologize.

"Your Highness, His Highness is just joking... I will take His Highness away now."

"I hope Your Highness will calm down. Your Highness, the Crown Prince, is still young and ignorant."

He also handed the gift that the prince had just given him directly to the head palace maid. As for this play, as long as it looked good on the surface, there was no need to go into too much detail.

Watching the wonderful drama, Zhao Changlin placed his fingertips on his temple and rubbed it gently. The yellow book contained what his shadow guard had recently found out.

Written on it is the medicine that Prince Wen has taken in recent years - the twentieth year of Chengqian, the Dinghai month, the Yiwei day, the light snow, and he took medicinal food.

The long list of medicinal herbs that followed were all mild medicines. The ones that came after that were ones Zhao Changlin had never heard of, and it was unknown where King Wen had found them.

Although Zhao Changlin was somewhat familiar with pharmacology, he was not proficient in it, so when the shadow guard sent a copy to him, he also sent another copy to the doctor under his command for examination.

I think the results will be out in a few days. There is definitely something wrong with this recipe.