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

I've been busy lately.

Zhao Changlin has been resting in the Qinzheng Hall for several nights in a row and has not returned for a long time.

Hearing Xia Zhiyuan's invitation, she nodded.

He also asked if Xia Zhiyuan was used to staying in his own bedroom these days.

"If you feel uncomfortable, just speak up. If you feel embarrassed, you can tell me."

If you say I'm not used to it, then I really am not.

In fact, the time he spent was almost the same as the time he spent in the Xia family mansion. Every day he talked to the system and then chatted with Chunni.

"There's nothing uncomfortable. Zhiyuan is staying well here."

"If there is anything I am uncomfortable with, it is that... although this is His Highness's bedroom, His Highness is often not here."

"Jiyuan knows that His Highness has been very busy recently... so Jiyuan also wants to share His Highness's worries."

Chunni, who was standing on the other side, was extremely panicked when she saw her young lady clinging to the Princess.

It would be fine if I was the only one there.

But...but, this hall is full of other palace maids, and it would be too outrageous for Miss to do this...this is too outrageous!

Chunni thought about the chat she had had with this group of palace maids yesterday. They mentioned a variety of topics and seemed to be very experienced, calling each one "old lady".

Her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.

This kind of thing...it's better...to do less of it!

The exhaustion Zhao Changlin had felt over the past few days seemed to disappear the moment he saw Xia Zhiyuan, just like the biting ice and snow brushing against a spring spring.

Her fingers moved up inch by inch until they touched Xia Zhiyuan's waist, with an attitude that was almost infatuated and her movements were gentle.

The fingertips could feel the embroidery patterns on Xia Zhiyuan's dress.

"I was negligent."

"It's just that... there have been too many officials from other provinces who have requested to meet with me recently, and I'm having trouble handling them all."

They are scattered here and there, asking for all kinds of things.

Some asked the court to allocate more disaster relief funds next year, and some asked for their sons, who had finally made it to the list, to get an official position or enter the Hanlin Academy.

Naturally, there were also those who sought the welfare of the people. Some asked her to build dams, and some asked the court to further refine its policies regarding refugees.

These cannot be handled according to rigid thinking, especially now that it is an important period of succession to the throne, and every move of the court officials can affect many things.

“Are there people who buy official positions?”

Xia Zhiyuan seemed to have guessed that these people in the court were ready to make some moves. Yes, if they wanted to take advantage of the emperor, now was the only time to do so.

It would probably be too late to talk about these things after Her Royal Highness the Princess ascends the throne.

By then, not to mention the broth, you won’t even be able to chew on the bones.

"Of course, but these people can take advantage of it, so I didn't say it out loud."

Power has always been about balance. If the water is too clear, there will be no fish.

……

While lying on the bed, Xia Zhiyuan originally thought that His Highness would not rest in the bedroom today.

At that time, she said that just to amuse His Highness, and she didn't think that Zhao Changlin would really stay today. However, he also brought some memorials from the Qinzheng Hall.

Most of them were memorials that urgently needed to be reviewed, and of course there were also some memorials from various states and prefectures in the north requesting His Highness to send troops as quickly as possible.

This is actually tantamount to exerting pressure. Everyone knows that during the period of national mourning, His Highness's most important task is to mourn for the late emperor.

Originally, as the Eastern Palace, it was natural to observe mourning for the previous emperor until the end of three years. However, the country cannot be without a monarch for a day, so the royal rule since ancient times has been to "exchange days for months". In this way, the twenty-seven months only need twenty-seven days.

Now it's halfway through.

As expected, after the waves recede, more ferocious waves will hit them.

Xia Zhiyuan looked through the curtain and saw Zhao Changlin wearing a nightgown and a coat, writing with a pen.

The candlelight in the hall flickered. It seemed that in order not to disturb her rest, several lights had been removed, and the view in the hall became much dimmer.

Zhao Changlin's inky long hair fell on his golden clothes, on which was embroidered a phoenix soaring in the sky. Flames accompanied the entire body of the phoenix. The embroidery craftsmanship was very exquisite, and even the flames of the phoenix's nirvana seemed lifelike.

If in the original novel... His Highness succeeded to the throne, he would surely be a wise ruler.

Xia Zhiyuan had an idea. Everyone says that you can't have your cake and eat it too, but she wanted to give it a try.

If there were gods in the world, she would win by half.

Just like... the system's target of attack can be changed at will, nothing is impossible in this world, just like her arrival.

She was holding the white curtain with her fingertips and was covered with a furry blanket. The ground was also covered with furry blankets. She walked forward barefoot and came to the side of His Highness.

With her fair and delicate arms exposed, Xia Zhiyuan could feel the slight chill in the hall. After all, it was not as comfortable and warm as the bed.

"Your Highness, please stop writing."

"Didn't we agree to stay with Zhiyuan tonight?"

Although it is said that women who work hard and pursue their careers are the most beautiful, it is not good for your health to be so obsessed with your career.

There was a hint of coquettishness in her tone, just like the glutinous rice dumplings they tasted in the bamboo forest on the green hill that day. Zhao Changlin had no choice but to stop what he was doing.

Put the brush down.

It is true that the important memorials had already been approved first, and what remained on the table were some unimportant greetings. However, these greetings seemed unimportant in the past, but now they were particularly important.

What these people repeated over and over again was not what they wanted to confirm, but their attitude. The regulations of various states and prefectures that had been abolished when their father was alive were now being brought up again by this group of people.

The regulations therein naturally have both advantages and disadvantages.

Zhao Changlin really didn't have time to check them carefully one by one, so he could only go on with it.

"Okay, I'll go to bed now."

"Little guy, do you have a habit of sleeping?"

Zhao Changlin was now interested in teasing her. She was exhausted from working non-stop. She pinched Xia Zhiyuan's cheek with her thumb and pressed it down with a little force.

His eyes narrowed slightly, like a big fox.

"Why are you suddenly calling..."

Before she could finish the remaining three words, Zhao Changlin's lips pressed down on hers. After days of repression, she could not tell how much force to use.

Therefore, Xia Zhiyuan screamed with a slight pain, and she almost fell on the blanket. Her toes turned red and pressed against the white wool blanket.

A wet nose, without any warning, Xia Zhiyuan felt a weight on her knee, a little painful, but she only dared to hum.

Let His Highness do whatever he wants.