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

In the misty pool water, Xia Zhiyuan supported himself on the bottom of the pool with his hands, and used his fingers to hook up the wet black hair on his temples and tuck it behind his red earlobes.

She looked at His Highness's closed eyes and found him very cute.

"Were you too tired and fell asleep while soaking in the bath..."

Xia Zhiyuan murmured softly, looking down and saw the scar on Zhao Changlin's shoulder. Although it had healed for many years, the shape of the arrow was still clearly visible.

It was like a tear, splitting the skin inch by inch, and the mark there was deeper.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Are you not afraid of catching a cold?"

Zhao Changlin woke up from a light sleep, and when he opened his eyes he saw Xia Zhiyuan's familiar face. Zhao Changlin naturally also saw Xia Zhiyuan's thin and smooth shoulders.

"I saw that His Highness had fallen asleep, so I came here to remind him."

"Will His Highness be angry?"

He buried his body back in the water, his long black hair floating on the water, stained with one or two pink petals. Xia Zhiyuan's face and body were covered with water stains, and white water droplets kept flowing on his skin.

"It's time to get up. Soaking in the water for too long is not good for your health."

"Tomorrow, the Imperial Observatory will wait for me in the main hall early."

For the Imperial Astronomical Observatory, they only believe in the results of night sky observations, and abnormal celestial phenomena cannot be changed. This has been the rule since ancient times.

Therefore, now that the Ziwei star is in its prime, it means that Her Royal Highness the Princess is the wise ruler of the Daliang Dynasty, and there is no one else. But if the Ziwei star falls... the Imperial Astronomical Observatory may observe the celestial phenomena again at night and choose a new ruler.

"Your Highness, have you decided on the uniform you will wear for your coronation ceremony?"

Xia Zhiyuan deliberately changed the subject. She knew that if she continued the conversation, she would inevitably talk to His Highness about the Emperor's funeral, so... let her be selfish.

She didn't want to see His Highness looking sad, even though He never showed it in front of anyone, but Xia Zhiyuan still knew that He was sad.

Xia Zhiyuan stretched his fingers into the water and touched Zhao Changlin's fingers. Their ten fingers stuck together. Xia Zhiyuan pulled Zhao Changlin's fingers out and moved forward a little.

"My father has instructed me before, but I'm too busy. I just hurriedly asked the head of the Textile Bureau to measure it. Maybe it's done."

“Why… Ji Won wants to see it?”

Zhao Changlin leaned forward slightly. She was not afraid of the distance at all. Instead, she waited for Xia Zhiyuan's answer with expectant eyes.

"Of course I want to see it... Zhiyuan has never seen it before, so Zhiyuan is curious."

“More looking forward to it than anyone else, more curious than anyone else.”

"Your Highness looks like wearing a dragon robe."

Before their fingers loosened from each other, Zhao Changlin saw water flowing out of his palms and heard the sound of splashing water.

She stretched out her other hand and gently placed it on Xia Zhiyuan's red lips.

She raised her charming eyes and said slowly, "You said so much, Zhiyuan, are you trying to make me happy?"

"If you want to make me happy, there is a more ready-made way."

Having said this, Zhao Changlin paused.

Xia Zhiyuan's cheeks turned red instantly. What was going on with this blank space that left her wanting to say something but stopping herself from saying it? It was simply... it was simply teasing her!

"What method..."

Sometimes pretending to know something you don't is a very despicable thing to do, but it always works.

It’s not that she doesn’t understand, but she just wants to see what His Highness would look like if he took the initiative.

"Kiss me...or I'll kiss you."

His arm was pulled slightly, and it was easy to lose balance in the water. Xia Zhiyuan only felt that his body was somewhat out of control and fell forward.

Zhao Changlin's warm lips pressed against hers. He was neither as impatient nor as fierce as she had imagined. Instead, he was extremely gentle, very light.

With her eyes closed, Zhao Changlin kissed her very gently. Her wet long hair covered the side of her face. Their noses rubbed against each other, and Xia Zhiyuan felt as if her whole body had turned into a numb puddle of water.

Gradually they began to lose strength in their bodies and both of them sank into the pool. The noise attracted the attention of the little palace maid standing beside them, who could not help but take a peek.

But through the thick screen, one could only see overlapping hazy shadows and the flickering candlelight.

Zhao Changlin did not dare to press Xia Zhiyuan for too long. Based on his previous experiences, he knew that her lung capacity was very small.

If it goes on any longer, I'll be out of breath.

But, Xia Zhiyuan surprisingly didn't hate it. She looked up with wet eyes and saw Zhao Changlin pressing his thumb against the side of her face.

"Zhiyuan, I didn't believe in gods and Buddhas before. I sneered at all the gods in the sky and at Buddha..."

"But when I was returning to the Imperial City that day, passing by the Buddha's Great Hall, I made a wish across thousands of mountains and rivers... I want to be with you..."

"For a long time."

When my mother was young, she became a nun. She stayed in the temple for several years, and several old nuns treated her very well.

But she never believed in the golden statue of Buddha sitting on the lotus throne. Her mother prayed every day, but she never seemed happy or cheerful.

Therefore, making a wish to the Buddha... is simply escaping from reality. If she wants something, she will definitely hold it firmly in her own hands and will not let others take it away.

His Highness's voice sounded vague through the sound of rushing water, but Xia Zhiyuan heard it clearly.

"Zhiyuan... I understand... Is this what Your Highness wants? Zhiyuan will definitely do his best to help Your Highness and fulfill your wish."

"For a long time."

never separate.

……

Lifting the curtain of the carriage, Nuo Hanyan looked outside and saw that soldiers had been sent to guard the official road. The soldiers were wearing armor and holding spears, and their faces were solemn and serious.

Then the carriage that was originally moving suddenly stopped and moved to the side.

"Miss, there is a cavalry coming from behind. According to the rules, we have to give way first."

Apart from the emperor's army and the feared shadow guards, the only people who dared to ride horses on the official road were officials who had received imperial edicts.

"Which minister has come here?

Nuo Hanyan frowned. At such a critical moment, he had to ride a horse to the capital.

Sima Zhao's heart is well known to passers-by.

"Miss, we don't know about this."

The coachman wiped the sweat from his forehead. After a long journey, he finally had time to catch his breath.

"eleven!"

Nuo Hanyan turned around and lifted the curtain on the other side of the carriage, then reached out and patted the window frame. At this time, a guard in black clothes appeared under the window and looked up.

"Miss, Eleven is here."

Eleven crossed her arms over her chest, still holding the scabbard of a long sword in her hands. She raised her cold eyebrows and replied softly, "I wonder what you want, young lady?"

Nuo Hanyan frowned and looked towards the official road again.

"Go ahead and take a look. What happened?"

"Remember, don't let anyone else find out."

He nodded at eleven o'clock and disappeared in the blink of an eye.