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

Chapter 259: Fatal Crisis, Who is Behind the Scenes?

Outside the courtyard.

In early spring, flowers of all colors are in full bloom, clustered together.

But the people walking back and forth had no intention of appreciating it.

Several generals of the garrison regiments had pale faces and their hands behind their backs. They had never been so cowardly even when facing bandits and horse thieves who came to plunder the people.

"Tell me what I should do. I have an 80-year-old mother, a 30-year-old wife and concubine, and a pair of children. If I... lose my life here."

"How will my family live in the future?"

The palms he spread out were covered with thick calluses, obviously from years of training.

"Old Chang, you better shut up. Why are you talking nonsense when the matter hasn't even started yet?"

"These past few days, I have been praying in front of the shrine every day, hoping that Master Zhiyuan will be safe and sound. Don't let your discouraging words drive him away!"

The document, which was sent urgently over eight hundred miles, will probably be delivered to Your Majesty in the near future.

Having caused Lord Zhiyuan to be seriously injured on their territory, he must be sentenced to death.

Fortunately, the current emperor is a reasonable person, otherwise they would be in great trouble if not killed, and even their entire clan would be exterminated.

The noise outside the window was looming, and the threshold seemed to be about to be worn out by people coming and going.

Xia Zhiyuan only felt that her lungs were filled with the smell of blood. She really wanted to raise her middle finger to this unreliable system and become an uncultured citizen.

The mouth is fragrant, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, and there is wealth and prosperity!

But surprisingly, when Xia Zhiyuan sniffed, he did not smell the pungent disinfectant from the hospital, nor the faint smell of alcohol.

Instead, the scent of herbs that she was extremely familiar with lingered around her, enveloping her entire body, as if it were sticking to her...

Could it really be that it's sticking to me?

Xia Zhiyuan sat up as if in a dream, his hands supporting himself on the bed. Before he opened his eyes, he felt a heart-wrenching pain coming from the wound.

She bit her lips subconsciously, but she only tasted the blood flowing from her lips.

"Miss...are you okay?"

The familiar voice entered Xia Zhiyuan's ears, and she felt as if she were in another world. How could she hear the voice of Chunni, the big colander...

Could it be my illusion?

It also didn’t say that after getting hurt, you’ll have hallucinations just like eating mushrooms!

Looking at Xia Zhiyuan's pale face and bitten lips, Chunni didn't worry and quickly took the towel beside her, dipped it in warm water, and wiped Xia Zhiyuan's lips carefully.

She moved very gently, as if she was afraid of touching the wound on Xia Zhiyuan's chest. It was a shocking scene that is almost unforgettable.

The arrow that flew from the sky seemed to have eyes and pierced straight into Xia Zhiyuan's chest.

"System... System, are you there?"

"If you are here, please answer me now!"

Xia Zhiyuan coughed twice and felt not only pain all over his body, but also the familiar bone-chilling coldness sweeping through his body again.

It’s broken, the heroine’s body...

It's time to torture this weak, innocent, pitiful and fragile little girl again...

"Beep...beep...beep—Host, this system is back online. In order to save the host's life, this system has no choice but to forcibly end the extra chapter!"

"Based on the bug investigation, this system can determine that the root cause of the threat to the host's life does not come from the modern other world, but the disaster buried in this novel!"

"If you want the host's life to be safe, please cooperate with the system to find the source of the disaster!"

"The world line is rearranged - starting from two days after the host leaves!"

It comes from this novel... Could it be that the arrow that pierced her chest was not an arrow from modern society, but an arrow from the Daliang Dynasty - that is to say, the two thieves who chased her before were not the masterminds who wanted to murder her life.

And the ones who really want her life are the people in this world.

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The weather was fine originally, but for some unknown reason it started to shed tears again and drizzle continued.

Zhao Yihan stood in the distance, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, looking at Di Ping kneeling in the rain with some heartache, not knowing how to persuade him.

She wanted to say that Di Ping didn't need to blame himself for the arrow that fell from the sky, because no matter how agile she was, she couldn't be faster than the arrow.

But these words rolled in her throat for a while and she didn't say them out loud.

Now, Xia Zhiyuan was seriously injured and in a coma, his life or death was uncertain. Even if she wanted to enlighten Di Ping, she could not untie Di Ping's knot.

The black boots were immersed in the rain, the brocade pattern on them looked exquisite and luxurious. Zhao Yihan did not mind the rain wetting her blue dress.

Instead, he strode to the side of Di Ping, with the black oil-paper umbrella tilted. This was the first time that Zhao Yihan learned to hold an umbrella for someone, so he was more or less unskilled.

The umbrella in her hand was also swaying, and the silvery-white rain chains, like beads that had broken off the string, swayed and fell, splashing on the bluestone slabs.

"How long will you kneel?"

Zhao Yihan regretted the moment he opened his mouth just to make small talk. It didn't take him long to think about it, because he knew that this guy would not let him go until he was crippled on his knees.

"In reply to the princess' words, I will not stand up until His Majesty arrives."

"This is my fault. I betrayed your majesty's trust. It was me who made Lord Zhiyuan suffer... It was me who failed to protect Lord Zhiyuan..."

It was unknown how long he had been kneeling, but Di Ping's usually steady voice gradually became weak.

Zhao Yihan didn't know what to say to her.

This person usually seems to be very opinionated, but once he fails to complete his task, he will fall into endless self-blame.

"You are always so stubborn."

"Di Ping, you know, no matter how you degrade yourself now, it won't change the fact that Zhi Yuan is lying on the bed, dying."

"Your dereliction of duty will not become any more regretful just because you admit your mistake now."

"If you really want to repent, then clean yourself up and return to your duties as a shadow guard."

“That’s not dereliction of duty.”

Zhao Yihan squatted down, her cheeks were slightly stained by the rain, and there were some raindrops hanging on her hair.

Part of her blue skirt was submerged in the water, and the rain smudged the blue color, making it look like a deep pool.

Zhao Yihan looked into Di Ping's eyes seriously. Her slender fingertips fell on Di Ping's cheek. She reached out and took out a white handkerchief from her arms.

Rolling up a corner of the handkerchief with his fingers, Zhao Yihan carefully wiped Xia Diping's cheek bit by bit, wiping away all the rain on her face.

The handkerchief was embroidered with green bamboo branches and leaves, and the faint bamboo fragrance was refreshing. Even the dim rainy night and the faint candlelight of the stone lamp gradually became gentle.