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

The injured arm was still bandaged, but the metal on the other hand was already warm from being pressed against his skin.

Zhao Changlin never let down his guard, even when facing his own father or the ruler of a country.

She was always on guard.

Walking further in, I could hear a faint breathing sound, but the breathing was very rapid, as if it was blocked by something.

"Father, but... the old illness has come back again?"

Zhao Changlin stood outside the dragon bed, looking at the thick curtain, but did not get closer.

This is the royal etiquette, which she had learned since she was a child, but Zhao Changlin never followed it most of the time.

"Your Highness... the old emperor... is dead..."

Suddenly, a shrill sound came from behind the thick curtain, and then a bloody dagger stabbed out.

His posture is agile, almost like the wind.

Although that man was a eunuch and was old, he was extremely agile and just like a young man in his early seventeen or eighteen years old.

Zhao Changlin was prepared. He quickly turned his bandaged hand over and grabbed the tall candlestick beside him, and quickly protected his chest. The dagger directly hit the golden candlestick in Zhao Changlin's hand, making a crisp sound.

In just a moment, the dagger cut half an inch into the candlestick, sparks flew, and the smell of burning iron was clearly transmitted to the nostrils, which was enough to show that the man's skills were extremely profound.

Then the eunuch's pupils flickered and he stared at the wound on Zhao Changlin's hand, seeming a little unbelievable.

He retracted his dagger and took two steps back.

"No... Your Highness... Your hand... Logically, it should be disabled by now. Why is it still so powerful?"

It seems that the plan has changed, and I can only implement the second-best plan...

The eunuch gritted his teeth and glared angrily, knowing that he had to act quickly. If he could get rid of Zhao Changlin before the guards arrived, he might still have a chance to survive.

But if not, either you die or I die!

He had been dormant in the palace for more than a decade, suffering all kinds of grievances and even becoming a rootless person, all for the purpose of escaping from that man-eating devil's den one day, making enough money and returning to his hometown...

When Zhao Changlin saw the blood on the dagger, she had already come to a conclusion in her mind. She frowned, and at this moment the doubts that had been puzzling her finally...surfaced.

It was such a big chess game, but I could only smell a hint of blood while I was in the middle of it.

"Your master is King Wen?"

Hearing this, the eunuch paused, and Zhao Changlin saw the flaw. She turned her wrist, and the candlestick in her hand was wielded with full killing moves.

The candlestick in her hand was like a spear, like a swimming dragon, each move was aimed at the opponent's vital points, until she was hit on the leg and shoulder by the candlestick.

The eunuch felt pain, staggered backward and collapsed on the desk. At this time, all he could hear was the sound of footsteps outside the tent.

The grass was trampled.

It is obvious that the guards have noticed the strange movement in the tent. I believe that it will not be long before the guards break out.

He must not leave any evidence!

The eunuch gritted his teeth and looked at the dagger in front of him. The treasure he had treasured for more than ten years was now going to die with him.

He held the dagger in both hands and stabbed it hard into his chest. His movements were swift, as if he had practiced it countless times.

Zhao Changlin waved the long candlestick, causing a sound of wind breaking through the air, but the eunuch seemed to have anticipated that Zhao Changlin would stop him from committing suicide.

The sharp dagger pierced into his heart quickly. The eunuch gave himself almost no chance of survival and wished he could insert the handle of the dagger into his heart.

Then, blood flowed out of his mouth, staining his teeth red. The eunuch's expression was extremely miserable. He spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood, which fell into his palm. It seemed as if he did it on purpose, staining his entire body red.

Zhao Changlin knew his intention and just watched it all coldly.

Her father's kindness many years ago eventually killed her many years later. If it were her, she would not have let King Wen go back then.

A wolf that cannot be tamed is ultimately an ungrateful wolf.

“This…what on earth is going on!?”

King Wen was the first to draw aside the curtain, and behind him followed countless eunuchs, palace maids, and the trembling eunuch. Suddenly, the Emperor's tent was filled with people.

"Your Majesty... I don't know what happened. Today, when I was serving Your Majesty... I accidentally said something wrong and mentioned the late Queen..."

"I have made His Majesty unhappy... so I was punished by His Majesty to be sent outside."

?The eunuch almost kept his head down, not daring to look at the tent or anything like that, but he had served in the emperor's presence for so many years that he knew what had happened just by listening to the noise.

The weapons clashed.

"I don't know when... the eunuch who went in to deliver the medicinal food to His Majesty said... His Majesty wanted to summon Her Royal Highness the Princess..."

King Wen frowned when he heard this, and with a wave of his hand, he spoke in a loud voice that everyone present could hear.

"Okay, butler, there's no need to waste time on this nonsense. Seeing is believing."

King Wen took a step forward, looked at Zhao Changlin with a fierce look in his eyes, pointed at Zhao Changlin, and asked condescendingly: "What on earth is going on?"

"Why is there a dagger stuck in the chest of this eunuch?"

Everyone saw the eunuch lying on the ground, breathing heavily, his face looked miserable, and his hands were covered with his own scarlet blood.

The blood gave off a fishy smell like rust. The eunuch looked up at King Wen and tears started flowing down his cheeks without him noticing.

“Your Majesty…Your Majesty…please help me…!”

"Just now... it was Her Royal Highness the Princess... it was Her Royal Highness the Princess... who killed His Majesty the Emperor!"

"I...I saw this scene by accident...that's why Her Royal Highness the Princess holds a grudge against me...Her Royal Highness the Princess...Her Royal Highness the Princess wants to kill me to silence me!"

"Your Highness...Your Highness...Your Highness, please make the decision for me. I have an eighty-year-old mother...and several brothers and sisters..."

"Your Majesty!"

His voice became hoarse and hoarse... He kept coughing up blood and was almost dying. If he had not been wronged to this extent, he would definitely not have suffered such a great injustice.

Even the ministers who came with King Wen were frightened by this scene. They hurriedly raised their clothes and covered their faces with their vermilion sleeves.

I can't bear to see this bloody scene.

"You really did it, but my brother is your...father!"

King Wen's face was filled with horror. He took a few steps back. His finger, which was pointing at Zhao Changlin, trembled slightly. He pursed his lips tightly. He could hardly believe that the man who had killed the emperor and his father was actually the crown prince!