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

"Here is the military token!"

"Who dares to move?"

All that could be heard was the sound of countless horse hooves outside the tent, and then a figure wearing heavy black armor stopped at the door of the tent.

She raised her arms high, the black mask frightened everyone's hearts, and the military token fell on the armor in her palm, swaying slightly.

Immediately afterwards, the shadow guards arrived quickly, lined up in a row, and dismounted from their horses.

The guards were a little skeptical at first that the shadow guard was holding a real military token, until they saw the figure behind the shadow guard.

That was the girl from the Xia family who often followed His Highness, and was also the one that the Loyal and Brave Marquis Lu Boshan had proposed to marry in front of His Majesty the Emperor.

If it were someone else, the military token might be fake, but Xia Zhiyuan eats and sleeps with His Highness every day, so the military token in her hand should be the location that His Highness told her.

In other words, this military token is indeed real.

……

When Xia Zhiyuan saw His Highness covered in blood, his heart ached and tears welled up in his eyes.

But I was also somewhat glad that I arrived in time.

If His Highness is really taken away by the Guards, the consequences will be disastrous. What means will they use to make His Highness admit to this injustice?

Di Ping drew out his Shadow Guard sword. The inky sword was engraved with the inscription of Shadow Guard, and his writing was as graceful as a dragon.

She handed the military token in her hand back to Xia Zhiyuan.

As a shadow guard, she was not qualified to touch His Highness's military token, and she had no choice but to do so.

Now it is time to return it to Your Highness.

Xia Zhiyuan took the military token without hesitation and walked directly towards the guards. The guards were all wearing heavy armor and holding long swords in their hands.

When they saw Xia Zhiyuan coming with the military token in his hand, they did not retreat. Instead, they stared at the petite woman in front of them with a fierce look.

As he looked at Xia Zhiyuan with his own eyes, suspicions surged in his heart, and he tightened his grip on the knife handle.

"Is there any place for you to talk here?"

"Whose minister's daughter are you?"

Perhaps it was because he was too old, King Wen found that he was not as strong as a weak woman like Zhao Changlin. The woman was like a mad dog, tightly grasping the blade.

She didn't care how many inches her palm was cut or how much blood was flowing all over the floor.

Zhao Changlin's lips were pale, but her eyes were even more fierce.

"Retreat quickly!"

Xia Zhiyuan turned a deaf ear to King Wen's curses, but her ears had suffered too much today.

"It's you who should shut up."

Zhao Changlin reached out and grabbed the knife, blood smeared all over the blade, but she didn't even frown.

With a sudden tug from the opposite side, the long blade in King Wen's hand slipped out of his hand and into Zhao Changlin's hand. The blade flipped over and the handle sank into a pool of blood. Zhao Changlin's pale, bleeding hand tightly grasped the long blade.

Reverse the situation.

She pointed the blade of her long knife at King Wen's brow.

"I have received a military order. How dare you act rashly?"

Zhao Changlin spoke with a hint of anger in his voice, almost in a threatening manner, and then the shadow guards rushed in one after another.

"Now that the military token is in my hand, are you still going to imprison me? Or are you going to kill me?"

"Well, you want to kill me, you want to lock me up, why don't you try?"

Zhao Changlin smiled contemptuously and glanced at the little eunuch who had already fallen to the ground and died with a blade still stuck in his chest.

"Ling Tong, don't you want to check?"

"The dagger stuck in my chest... isn't it the best evidence? You'd better check it out more carefully to see if I actually used that dagger."

Zhao Changlin's words seemed to have magic, causing the commander of the Imperial Guard, Ling Tong, to gradually turn around and slowly focus his gaze on the little eunuch's chest.

It turned out that the young eunuch had fallen to the ground and died at some point, his face was pale, his eyes were wide open, and there was a strange smile on his lips.

After Zhao Changlin said this, all the guards obviously stopped moving and slowly put down their swords.

When King Wen saw this scene, his face turned red and tears were flowing down his weathered old face. It was unclear whether he was really sad.

Or because I was too angry.

"enough!"

"Since Her Royal Highness the Princess has asked all of us present to give Her Royal Highness a reasonable explanation, this matter will be handed over to Consul General Ling for personal investigation!"

He was extremely anxious and hurried out to stop him. If Zhao Changlin continued to talk like this, everyone would soon discover... this assassination plan that was full of doubts.

According to the original ideal plan, Zhao Changlin would die with the emperor.

When the throne is vacant, the ministers will certainly elect a monarch again. Given my age, it will be difficult for me to get the unanimous support of the ministers, but if I let my son succeed to the throne, I think - those old guys will definitely agree.

Between choosing to control a difficult woman or a mentally retarded child?

Anyone who is not a fool will choose the second option.

The next thing he had to do was to clean up this mess. Even if Ling Tong could find out that he was responsible, it would be too late by then.

Seeing King Wen's anxious look, Zhao Changlin did not continue speaking. She understood the simple truth that a cornered dog will eventually jump over the wall.

"Your Highness... You need to be bandaged now..."

Xia Zhiyuan took out his handkerchief and looked at the deep wound with the skin and flesh turned inside out. He felt the pain in his palm as well.

Pulling His Highness's hand, Xia Zhiyuan wrapped His Highness's palm with his handkerchief and gently tied a knot. The handkerchief was instantly stained red.

It seemed to indicate that what the owner of the handkerchief did was just a drop in the bucket. Seeing this, Xia Zhiyuan knew that the injury on the prince's hand was probably... more serious than he had imagined.

However, Zhao Changlin smiled, closed his palms slightly, and grasped the handkerchief handed to him by Xia Zhiyuan in his palms, letting his blood continue to flow.

"knew."

She had just recovered from a serious illness, and had just fought with the young eunuch for several knife fights, losing too much blood in her hands, and then there was the sudden death of her father.

The mixed emotions made Zhao Changlin feel as if his eyes were dark. It turned out that his body had reached the end of its strength and was gradually unable to hold on.

Xia Zhiyuan hurriedly hugged Zhao Changlin's body, feeling the princess who used to look down at him now falling powerlessly in his arms. Xia Zhiyuan felt that his heart was still aching.

His Highness's face was pale, and he was in great pain both mentally and physically... In addition, His Highness had just recovered from a serious illness, and had new and old injuries.

The death of a loved one.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness...!"

There was chaos in the big tent, and everyone exclaimed in surprise.

Only Xia Zhiyuan could feel the gentle breathing sounds and the hot body temperature of His Highness constantly coming to his ears.