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

King Wen returned to his former palace. Although he had not lived in this house for a long time, his brother the Emperor did not take the palace back.

So he still sent servants to clean the house every month to keep it clean and tidy, as he might need it when he returned to Beijing someday.

King Wen stretched out his hand, closed his eyes, felt the vermilion gate of the palace, and sighed.

"Good brother, after so many years, I am finally back."

As his finger fell on the copper ring, King Wen felt a myriad of emotions in his heart. Being a prince of Jinzhou City is much better than being a prince in a border area.

But now, my goal is no longer limited to surviving in this world.

He wants to control the lifeblood of the world and make clouds and rain with a flip of his hand.

Pushing open the door, the courtyard had already been cleaned up, and even the layout of the palace was the same as it had been many years ago, with no changes.

He smiled slightly and turned the ring on his finger. This ring was given to him by his father, although... his father did not like him.

But due to royal etiquette, even if my father disliked me, he still left me some things, such as this palace.

"Your Highness, all the ministers in the hall are waiting for you."

At this time, the personal guard beside King Wen came up to reply. He clasped his hands together and had a long sword on his waist.

"Go here."

"Remember, publicize today's event to me. It would be best if everyone knows about it."

The guard nodded and replied in a loud voice: "I understand."

King Wen stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes and snorted with disdain.

"These old foxes are the most cunning. Today, I am hosting a Hongmen Banquet. No matter whether they are willing to support me today or not, as long as I host them today, when Your Highness knows about this, do you think... will Your Highness be wary of them?"

He turned and walked towards the hall in a very good mood. The feeling of roasting these old foxes over the fire was really refreshing.

What we want is to defeat them.

However, after a slap in the face, you have to give someone a sweet reward, and you can't push the person too far.

When a dog is desperate, it will jump over the wall; when a rabbit is desperate, it will bite people.

First, give a show of power, and then gradually induce him by telling him the benefits he promised. After all, if his son ascends the throne in the future, the emperor will have his own ministers.

It's time to let the big waves wash away the sand.

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The palace was dead silent, with only the occasional sound of footsteps and funeral music.

Only then did people realize that the king of the empire had fallen asleep.

Xia Zhiyuan opened his eyes and found himself covered with a thick plush blanket. The hall was filled with pleasant-smelling incense mixed with the lingering bitter smell of medicine.

Your Highness hasn't returned to the palace all day today?

She was thinking about it, and when she stood up, she saw Chunni lying beside her. Chunni was sleeping with her eyes closed, and no one knew what she was thinking about.

Xia Zhiyuan gently lifted her blanket, being very cautious for fear of disturbing the sleeping Chunni, but she was just about to go and see what was going on outside.

Chunni didn't know why, but she woke up suddenly as if she had a dog's nose. She looked up and saw the young lady sitting on the couch.

"Miss...you are up...please let Chunni change your clothes for you."

Chunni finished speaking hurriedly, her face flushed red, and her eyes occasionally looked outside the curtain. She looked no different from a puppy guarding its food.

Only then did Xia Zhiyuan see that outside the white curtain there were two palace maids, with tall and straight figures, standing motionless like two sculptures.

She was very thoughtful and understood what Chunni was thinking.

The two palace maids naturally heard the noise in the room, and quickly lifted the curtain and walked in.

"Miss Xia, His Highness has ordered that if Miss Xia gets up, the servants will help her get up and change her clothes."

After saying that, the two of them took out a beautifully embroidered dress from the hanger beside them. It was a light blue long skirt, but the material looked a bit thick. I guess this was also the order of His Highness.

"Now that winter is approaching, His Highness is worried that the clothes Miss Xia brought are too thin, so... His Highness selected a few pieces from his own clothes."

"Let Miss Xia make do with what she wears for now."

"Once things in the palace are settled, His Highness will send someone to get it."

After saying this long list, Chunni felt her head buzzing. To be honest, she had been working in the Xia family mansion for many years, so she naturally knew what it looked like to do a good job.

These palace maids did a better job than she did right away. Chunni just felt bitter in her heart, but ultimately said nothing.

If it was arranged by His Highness, the young lady cannot refuse, so it would be better not to make things difficult for the young lady.

"Your Highness...is back?"

Xia Zhiyuan did not respond. She looked at the two of them and asked softly.

The palace maids were silent, and finally nodded in a very low voice.

"Yes, Miss Xia."

"Just outside."

After hearing this news, Xia Zhiyuan's vague uneasiness was mostly gone.

"Well, you guys go out first. I'm still a little uncomfortable changing clothes without someone familiar."

Zhao Changlin closed his eyes. His desk was piled with documents that needed urgent attention from the emperor.

Although the emperor is dead, the country cannot be without a ruler for a day. She must cheer up and treat carefully the memorials that are urgently submitted from various places.

Now, she is the supreme ruler of this empire.

However, the palm holding the brush had begun to tremble slightly, and two blisters had appeared on it at some point. Perhaps it was because I had written too many and too complicated words during this period.

Suddenly, the slightly trembling back of his hand was wrapped by a warm palm. Xia Zhiyuan leaned down and put his cheek against Zhao Changlin's ear.

"Your Highness, let Zhiyuan do these."

Fortunately, during his time in the princess's mansion, Xia Zhiyuan had copied Zhao Changlin's notes and later also corrected memorials, but he was a little unfamiliar with the technique.

"Your Highness, you haven't eaten anything all day today, right?"

The trembling palm was steadied, and Zhao Changlin added another stroke to the last word, covering up the crooked handwriting, and the font became regular again.

Xia Zhiyuan's voice sounded like coaxing a child. Her other hand was placed on Zhao Changlin's shoulder. Her whole body was slightly bent so as not to press on His Highness.

"I ate a little...but I don't have much appetite."

"As for you, when I came back, I saw that you were sleeping so soundly that I didn't want to wake you up."

Zhao Changlin felt that she was like a drowning person at the moment, in desperate need of a piece of driftwood.

Her hair rubbed against each other, her head slightly tilted back, her tired eyes saw Xia Zhiyuan's jaw, and a fresh and pleasant smell rushed into her nostrils.

And that familiar bitter medicinal smell.

The palace maid at the side pricked up her ears and listened, her heart starting to get excited. Recently, the rumor had spread throughout the palace that there was a famous person around His Highness.