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

Walked out of the princess's tent.

The servant was holding the young master's hand and still moving forward timidly. Suddenly, his steps stopped and he felt the movement of his hands pause.

Looking back, he found that it was the young master who grabbed his hand. He raised his other hand and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, tears streaming down his face.

Said with some grievance.

"Uncle, did Zicheng do something wrong to make His Highness angry?"

"If it was Zicheng who made the mistake... wuwu... wuwu... Zicheng will change."

He seemed to have suffered a great injustice, tears began to flow from his eyes, soaking his sleeves. The servants on the other side squatted down anxiously, leaned over to Prince Wen's ear and whispered: "Your Highness, didn't I tell you not to call me uncle outside?"

Although the prince treated him as his brother when he led his troops into battle, he was also willing to let the Crown Prince call him uncle.

But he can still distinguish right from wrong.

If we talk about it in the palace, it’s nothing, after all, that is the prince’s own territory, but in this Jinzhou city.

That’s two things to say.

There are so many things about walls having ears, and when Her Royal Highness the Princess was assassinated, everyone seemed to be on the alert.

If there is any movement at this critical juncture, one will be entangled by those ghostly shadow guards.

Prince Wen obviously knew something. He covered his lips in panic and his voice gradually became smaller: "I know... Zicheng, I won't tell anyone outside next time."

Seeing that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince finally obeyed, the servant breathed a sigh of relief.

I just said a few words of comfort.

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince and the Princess have always been like this. You don't have to worry too much, and you don't have to take it to heart."

Zhao Zicheng's brain has been damaged since he was a child, so naturally he has to bear more responsibilities. After all, the other person is the master and he is the servant.

"Yes, Zicheng knows."

"Pretty sister doesn't like to listen to me now. Will pretty sister listen to Zicheng when he ascends to the throne of emperor?"

When these words were spoken, the servant was stunned on the spot, as if he couldn't believe his ears. He put his fingers on his lips and blew hard.

"Your Highness, please be careful with your words and actions."

"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want, Your Highness."

Fortunately, this place is far away from the eldest princess's tent, and the shadow guards on duty outside the door cannot hear these outrageous words.

"But, my father said that Zicheng will become the emperor in the future!"

"How could father lie to Zi Cheng..."

Before he could finish his words, the golden and jade hollow hair crown was hit by a lotus seed and tilted an inch, making him look ridiculous.

When Prince Wen turned around, he saw a little girl in a navy blue dress looking at him with raised eyebrows. The dress fluttered gracefully and the little girl was holding a handful of lotus seeds wrapped in a handkerchief in her hand.

"Just because you are a fat winter melon, you want to be the emperor?"

"no way."

Zhao Yihan picked up a white lotus seed with his slender fingertips and rubbed it in his hand, as if he wanted to throw out another one.

Zhao Zicheng was so frightened that he quickly used his fat hands to straighten his hair crown, and shouted at Zhao Yihan unwillingly: "You... you...what are your origins, little girl!"

"Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?"

Hearing the fat man's threatening words, Zhao Yihan smiled contemptuously and made a face.

"Of course I know, everyone knows that, you are the Prince of Wen that everyone in Jinzhou is talking about, and you are as fat as the rumors say, I can recognize you at a glance!"

The loud noise made by the two of them naturally attracted the guards and shadow guards who were patrolling outside the eldest princess' tent. Seeing the large number of troops approaching this side, the servant sighed in his heart, feeling disappointed.

"You...you...who are you calling fat?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...!"

At this time, a shadow guard wearing a black iron mask and riding a tall horse quickly arrived at the scene from a distance. The shadow guard had a long sword on his waist, and just looking at the black iron mask, he looked ferocious.

"My Lord, what happened?"

Di Ping asked aloud.

Originally her duty was to follow Miss Xia, but because Miss Xia had been in His Highness's tent, Di Ping tactfully did not go to disturb His Highness.

Instead, she took the initiative to assume the duties of a shadow guard and patrolled the area. She knew that Prince Wen had come to pay his respects to His Highness.

But for some reason, outside His Highness's tent, the Princess and the Crown Prince had a conflict, and the quarrel was so fierce that the Crown Prince Wen was crying.

Before Zhao Yihan could speak, the servant beside Prince Wen knelt down with a plop, supported his hands on the grass, and quickly replied.

"Master Shadow Guard, nothing happened. It was just that the princess and the prince had some verbal disputes. I hope they didn't disturb your patrol."

The servant was responsive.

Zhao Yihan wanted to say something, but swallowed it back. He crossed his arms over his chest and walked towards the shadow guard in a rage.

It's not that she didn't want to defend herself, but saying these words would be of no use. She might even be scolded by her father, who would say that she was always causing trouble outside and causing him no peace of mind.

King Wen could act so brazenly, he must have been authorized by the emperor. There was no need for me to get involved in this matter.

"Di Ping, I want to go see His Highness."

"Please give me a ride."

The distance is neither far nor near.

Di Ping did not reject Zhao Yihan's request. He nodded and extended his hand towards Zhao Yihan who was walking towards him.

"My Lord, I am sorry for the offense."

……

Inside the imperial kitchen tent.

Several young eunuchs were sitting around a table, wolfing down their food, fearing that their share would be snatched away if they were late.

They and the eunuchs in the imperial kitchen were old friends who had known each other for a long time, so the eunuchs in the imperial kitchen would usually save some food for those who came late so that they would not go hungry until the evening.

"Oh, I've been so exhausted these past few days. I've been running around and staying in that old forest, and my whole body is covered with ulcers."

"Tell me what this is all about."

"I'm really scratching my head. I can't figure out how those gangsters got in."

The young eunuch rubbed his waist, holding a big meat bun in his hand and took a few bites.

"Who knows? The world is in such a mess nowadays. Just stop talking and eat your food."

Another young eunuch glanced at the young eunuch holding the buns with a hint of disdain.

After saying that, he turned around and pushed the bowl of braised beef in soy sauce that he had just snatched forward, in front of Sixth Eunuch, with a flattering smile.

"Sixth uncle, you are a very busy man today. You have been busy all day. Come and eat something."

The Sixth Eunuch just smiled and took the bowl of braised beef, but before he could say thank you, he heard a little eunuch outside the door lift the curtain of the tent and walk in.

He looked a little strange.

"Sixth Master, someone is looking for you."