The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

It’s just that the little girl might be afraid of being bullied, so she is very defensive.

When Xie Zhiyan stretched out his hand, she subconsciously opened her mouth and bit the back of his hand, biting it hard and fiercely until blood oozed out...

Tsk, even their aggressive personalities are similar.

Xie Zhiyan remained calm and let her bite him. Then he stretched out his other hand and gently touched the little girl's head.

The little girl immediately loosened her mouth and burst into tears.

Xie Zhiyan thought of her as a young Jiang Wantang and took her back home.

So, Xie Zhiyan, who originally went to seal off the plague village, was bitten by the little girl and ended up sealing himself in the village.

After regaining his composure, Xie Zhiyan curled his lips but said nothing.

Seeing him like this, what else could Zhang Long not understand?

From a very early time, he noticed that his master treated the second Miss Jiang differently.

How early?

Long before she entered the palace for selection.

Zhang Long looked at Xie Zhiyan's pale face, feeling a little breathless and uncomfortable. His eyes were red and bloodshot.

His master, dressed in fine clothes and riding a horse, has eyes as bright as the wind and as clear as the cold moon, and a proud character that defies the frost...

What a handsome, talented and brilliant young man he once was!

But now...

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He choked up and said, "Sir, if Miss Jiang knew you..."

"She won't know." Xie Zhiyan stopped writing, looked at Zhang Long, and spoke coldly.

Zhang Long froze for a moment, staring at him blankly.

Afterwards, Xie Zhiyan packed up the letter he had just written and placed it on the desk in front of Zhang Long.

He coughed lightly a few times, his face becoming paler, but his eyes remained calm and firm.

He said, "If I unfortunately pass away this time, you will take this letter back to the capital and hand it over to the Yong'an Marquis Mansion. I have explained my funeral arrangements clearly in the letter."

"Also, I have some private property in the capital. When the time comes, you can sell it all for cash and give it to her. No need to say anything more."

"..."

Xie Zhiyan spoke a lot in a disjointed manner, as if he was making his final statement.

Zhang Long looked at him in astonishment, his voice filled with disbelief and pain: "Sir!"

"Do you know what you're talking about?!"

Xie Zhiyan's expression was indifferent, and he spoke each word with great emphasis: "I am making arrangements for my funeral."

"This plague is extremely ferocious. I must prepare for the worst."

Zhang Long's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. After a long while, he finally squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "Sir, you will definitely get better."

Xie Zhiyan smiled weakly and said softly, "Take these letters and leave now."

Zhang Long's pupils constricted and he trembled slightly. He immediately knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice, "Sir, I won't leave."

"I have followed you since I was a child. Wherever you are, I, Zhang Long, will be there."

"Please, don't send me away."

As he said that, he tore off the mask on his face without leaving any room for movement.

Zhang Long's eyes were red, he tried hard to hold back his tears, his voice choked with sobs: "Young Master..."

This time, he did not call Xie Zhiyan "Master", as if they had returned to their youth.

He and Zhao Hu followed Xie Zhiyan from attending a private school to entering the palace as a companion reader, and then to entering the Dali Temple.

Zhang Long paused, his eyes bloodshot, and continued, "You are the only son of the Yong'an Marquis, the only heir of our Yong'an Marquisate. If anything happens to you, how am I supposed to go back to the Yong'an Marquisate and explain to the Marquis and his wife?"

"Besides, there is Miss Jiang Er..."

"Sir, you will be fine."

At this moment, Zhang Long wished he could exchange his life for Xie Zhiyan's safety and health.

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was heavy. Xie Zhiyan coughed non-stop. Zhang Long knelt on the ground, his broad tiger back trembling...

Xie Zhiyan leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes tiredly.

At this moment, a familiar, sweet female voice was heard outside the village...

"Thank you banquet!"

"Thank you banquet..."

Xie Zhiyan suddenly opened his eyes, he seemed to hear Jiang Wantang calling his name.

Didn't she leave already? How could she be here?

It seems that I am hallucinating...

Thinking of this, Xie Zhiyan smiled self-deprecatingly, with a bitter smile on the corner of his lips.

I don't know if we'll have the chance to meet again...

Then, the voice from outside continued to come:

"Xie Zhiyan, you bastard, come out now!"

"Xie Zhiyan, if you keep hiding, I'm going to break in!"

"..."

Zhang Long, who was kneeling on the ground, quickly stood up and looked at Xie Zhiyan with excitement in his eyes: "Sir, it's Miss Jiang II!"

"Second Miss Jiang is back..."

Xie Zhiyan frowned, his expression serious, and said sternly: "Nonsense!"

"Cough cough cough..." As he said this, he started coughing violently again.

Xie Zhiyan stood up and held onto the table. He coughed more and more violently, his face became paler and paler, and beads of sweat kept oozing from his forehead.

Every cough seemed to drain all his strength.

Zhang Long quickly stepped forward, patted his back to calm him down, and said worriedly, "Sir, please don't worry..."

Xie Zhiyan took a moment to catch his breath, his face stern as he scolded, "That's just nonsense!"

"Get out and let her go!"

"Cough cough cough..."

"Yes, I'll go right away." Seeing this, Zhang Long did not dare to delay and turned around to go out.

Inside the tent, Xie Zhiyan clenched his fists and trembled slightly.

His calm emotions had only fluctuated at this moment, and he felt angry and furious.

Not long after, Jiang Wantang's voice came from outside again: "Go back and ask Xie Zhiyan to come out."

"If he doesn't come out to see me, I'll go in and find him."

"..."

Xie Zhiyan sighed and finally compromised.

He put on a mask and walked out.

When Jiang Wantang saw Xie Zhiyan, his pupils dilated and trembled slightly.

Even though she was mentally prepared that he might have contracted the disease, she still didn't expect it to be so serious.

She frowned, pretending she hadn't noticed anything, and smiled brightly at Xie Zhiyan: "Oh, Master Xie is willing to come out~"

"I thought Master Xie was going to hide from me forever."

Jiang Wantang sneered as he spoke, "Thank you, sir. That's a really good plan."

"Want to trick me away?"

"Am I so gullible?"

Xie Zhiyan looked at him calmly, his expression indifferent, and spoke each word clearly: "I didn't lie to you."

"Your Majesty is indeed in crisis right now. You shouldn't come back."