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

Xia Zhiyuan reached out to take the letter. There was a line of small characters written on the yellow-brown cover, but they were not written by His Highness. In comparison, they looked more delicate.

At first glance, you can tell that this was written by some lady from a noble family.

Could it be... someone in the palace?

With his thoughts running wild, Xia Zhiyuan opened the letter and saw several pages of writing on it, emitting a pleasant smell of rosin ink.

It is a top quality ink stick.

"Nuo Hanyan...?"

Why is it this girl?

I don’t think I have annoyed her recently?

Xia Zhiyuan thought about it in confusion. Not only that, she hadn't even seen the male protagonist, the dark-skinned athlete, recently.

"Outside the palace... Nuo's family... a chat?"

Is this an appointment for a meeting?

He couldn't help but imagine a situation where the two of them were pulling each other's hair. Xia Zhiyuan slapped his face, feeling that he had to face this matter squarely.

You can’t always let the second female lead treat you as an imaginary enemy.

That's very dangerous.

However...if I want to leave the palace, I have to discuss it with His Highness.

As I thought of this, I heard the palace maids outside the palace greet me in unison: "Greetings, Your Highness."

Then, a slender hand lifted the curtain, and the white and round fingertips fell on the green beads. Zhao Changlin looked over and saw that she was no longer wearing the East Palace costume like yesterday.

Instead, he was wearing a plain white robe.

She is in mourning for His Majesty the Emperor.

"Come and have dinner."

She finally finished all her affairs and rushed to see Xia Zhiyuan.

I just want to spend more time with her during this time.

"Oh… okay! Coming."

Looking at the prince's somewhat tired eyes, Xia Zhiyuan felt a little distressed, but she didn't know how to comfort him.

Now, local officials from other provinces have seen His Highness, and the Imperial Observatory has given an exact date for the Emperor's burial, which is three days later.

According to royal rules, as the crown prince of the Eastern Palace, he must observe a full 27-day mourning period before he can ascend the throne.

Of course, this is assuming everything goes well.

At this juncture, although everything in Jinzhou City is calm, I am afraid that a storm is about to come.

Halfway through their meal, Xia Zhiyuan opened his mouth, intending to bring up the matter with His Highness. He didn't need to guess that Nuo Hanyan had asked him to meet because of Lu Boshan.

However, she went to see Nuo Hanyan because she had other plans and she wanted to find out the direction of the situation in General Sima's mansion.

If General Sima stands on the side of the male protagonist as in the original text, then I have to prepare for the future.

"Your Highness, Miss Nuo wants to have a chat with Zhiyuan."

The spoon in her hand paused, Xia Zhiyuan put down her soup bowl, and the sweet fragrance fell into her nostrils.

Zhao Changlin instantly understood what was going on after hearing this incoherent sentence.

Countless faces flashed through my mind.

"What's the matter?"

Her habit of judging people came up again, and her tone suddenly changed. Xia Zhiyuan paused, and his expression became a little timid for a moment.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Changlin realized that he had spoken too seriously and softened his tone.

And he explained sincerely: "I stayed in the Dali Temple for a period of time before, so... unconsciously, I also got used to it when speaking."

"It was my fault."

Zhao Changlin lowered his eyelids, knowing that things were not peaceful both inside and outside the palace recently, but since Zhiyuan had mentioned this matter to him, it must be that Zhiyuan had made a decision.

I shouldn't have stopped him too much.

"If you really want to see her... I'll send a team of shadow guards to follow you."

"I don't trust the Guards."

Ling Tong was the commander of the Imperial Guards. His father chose him because of his background and because he was very methodical and would not tolerate any flaws.

This certainly has its advantages. For the imperial city under martial law, Ling Tong is the best leader of the guards. However, for the current situation of the imperial palace, Ling Tong is not someone worthy of trust.

He likes to waver back and forth too much, and also likes to stand still and think. But sometimes, a lot of things can change in an instant, leaving no time for people to think.

"Your Highness, Zhiyuan didn't have any secrets to tell Miss Nuo, nor did he have any thoughts about the Loyal and Brave Marquis."

"Ji Yuan wants to see her because he has to do something."

Xia Zhiyuan smiled. When she saw His Highness's expression just now, she had already had a vague guess. She thought that His Highness must be jealous?

Even so, the jealous prince was still worried about his own safety, and Xia Zhiyuan found this very cute.

“It has to be done…”

After reading this sentence aloud and chewing it over and over again in his mouth, Zhao Changlin suddenly understood.

"What do you think of your intention to investigate General Sima's residence?"

Zhao Changlin raised her pretty eyebrows, and then smiled with relief. She had a mixture of emotions in her heart, some were worried, but more of them were the same feeling she had when she first met Xia Zhiyuan under the ginkgo tree.

I didn't know when I had been attracted to her.

"Yes, Your Highness is indeed very intelligent."

Perhaps out of concern that the walls might have ears or that His Highness couldn't hear what he said, Xia Zhiyuan moved forward a little and sat next to His Highness.

He placed his palm on the ear of His Highness and whispered softly, "Your Highness... don't worry about Zhiyuan. Zhiyuan knows what to do."

Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and she seemed like a little rabbit that was sure of victory.

With her red lips slightly tilted downwards, Xia Zhiyuan, as if she had succeeded, secretly kissed Zhao Changlin's earlobe; her lips were still somewhat warm.

"As long as it is what Your Highness wants, Zhiyuan will definitely give it to Your Highness."

Xia Zhiyuan's tone was extremely ambiguous. Zhao Changlin's breathing was rapid and he almost forgot that they were still at the dinner table.

"Ding Dong~ Ding Dong~ Congratulations to the host, the system has detected that the favorability value of the capture target has increased by 5%~ Increase the score by 10 points!"

"Host, isn't this simple? Just attack and your favorability will increase!"

"Hurry up and kiss him! Kiss him hard! This way we can solve this problem once and for all!"

The system seemed very happy because Xia Zhiyuan's strategy plan, which had been delayed for many days, had finally made substantial progress, so much so that it quacked in Xia Zhiyuan's ears like a noisy duck.

"Okay, I get it. I'm already catching up on the progress. Don't rush me."

"Push to turn off the engine again!"

"As a system, we should at least show some humanitarian concern for NPCs..."

"You really don't respect His Highness' feelings at all."

While Xia Zhiyuan was arguing with the system in his mind, he slowly put his arms around Zhao Changlin's waist and rested his chin on the shoulder of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Exhale like a orchid.

She continued like a seductive vixen.

"I wonder if Your Highness can sleep on the same bed with me tonight?"