The princess regretted it.

As soon as Jin An returned to his palace, Nanny Zhao came to greet him as usual, meticulously arranging for hot tea and snacks. Nanny Zhao asked Jin An with concern if he was tired from his outing. Jin An shook his head slightly and said softly, "It was just the long journey back and forth in the carriage. I just look a little tired."

Seeing this, Aunt Zhao felt very distressed and said softly, "Princess, you must take care of yourself. You have been busy all day, don't exhaust yourself."

Jin An showed a fond smile, as warm as the spring sun, and said slowly: "Don't worry, Mammy, I'm fine. I'm just a little sleepy from sitting in the carriage."

Nanny Zhao hurriedly asked someone to prepare hot water so that the princess could wash and rest. Jin An felt warm in his heart as he watched Nanny Zhao busying around, and the fatigue in his body seemed to be relieved a lot.

After Zhao Ma Ma had settled everything, she came in to ask Jin An what he would like to eat so she could go and arrange for the Qingli to be made. Jin An stopped her and said with a smile, "Ma Ma, I just had some snacks, so I'm not hungry yet. You should rest first. I'm not in the palace today. What's going on?"

Madam Zhao hurriedly replied respectfully, "Princess, don't worry. There's nothing important happening in the palace today. Little Xizi, the eunuch by the Third Prince's side, brought an item, saying it's from the Third Prince for you, Princess. This old servant has already put it away. Please take a look at it when you have time."

Jin An nodded slightly in amusement, thinking to himself, what good things could Third Brother possibly give me? Probably just some gimmicky little thing. Euphemistically called "ingenious," but in reality, just some small, playful thing to please others. He had just believed it was his way of showing favoritism to his sister, and out of pity for him, who had so little money, yet still gave him gifts. So he willingly gave her quite a bit. Thinking back, he was truly foolish and ridiculous.

She let out a long breath, looked up at Aunt Zhao, and asked casually, "Is there no one else looking for me?"

"Oh! Princess Jiaoyu has been here, but she didn't come in. She left when she learned that you were not here." Nanny Zhao thought for a moment and said softly.

Jin An frowned slightly, a hint of disapproval on her face. "Well, I guess it's nothing important. Don't worry about it." She actually wanted to know if Concubine Chun had come, but she probably knew she was out of the palace for the past two days and probably didn't come. Jin An didn't care about Princess Jiaoyu's visit. In her opinion, Princess Jiaoyu's visit to her was probably not a good thing.

So she said to Aunt Zhao, "Is the hot water ready? I want to take a bath first."

Aunt Zhao hurried over to check and soon returned, "Princess, the hot water is ready. Would you like to take a bath now?"

"Hmm!" Jin An hummed softly, a hint of fatigue in her voice. She then stood up and went to the bathroom. With Madam Zhao's help, she undressed and stepped into the tub. The water was just the right temperature, and Jin An closed her eyes slightly as she soaked in the hot water. The warm water enveloped her body, seeming to melt away the day's fatigue.

Jin An leaned back against the edge of the tub, feeling a bit sleepy. Nanny Zhao was wiping Jin An's back gently with a soft towel, her movements gentle and delicate.

Jin An was half asleep when he heard Nanny Zhao whisper in his ear, "Princess, if you have some free time tomorrow, why not take a good rest in the palace? You might not be able to handle running around for two days straight."

She hummed softly, then said, "I won't leave the palace tomorrow. Let's go see Concubine Chun." "Oh!"

Zhao Mama's exclamation scared Jin An away from her sleepiness. She immediately turned to look at Zhao Mama and asked anxiously, "What's the matter?"

Madam Zhao had a look on her face as if she had done something wrong, and she said bitterly, "Princess, there's something I forgot to tell you. Gan Cao came by yesterday, and she looked a little anxious. She seemed to have something to say, but when she heard you weren't around, she seemed a little disappointed. I asked her if there was anything she needed to tell her, but she didn't say."

"Yesterday?" Jin'an's thoughts shifted. It seemed like there must be something important, otherwise Gancao wouldn't have told Madam Zhao. "Did she come again today?" Jin'an asked.

"He didn't come again today." Nanny Zhao thought about it again in her heart and said with certainty.

Jin An frowned slightly, thinking to herself that since Gan Cao had come to see her, Concubine Chun must have some urgent matter. She secretly thought that she must find a time to see Concubine Chun tomorrow. Her frown frightened Madam Zhao, who thought she had delayed the princess's important matter and that Jin An was angry.

Madam Zhao quickly said, "Princess, calm down. I know I was wrong. I should have asked Gan Cao again to find out what was going on."

Jin An looked at Zhao Ma's panic, smiled, then shook his head slightly and said, "Ma'am, don't panic. I'm not angry. I was just wondering what urgent matter Chun Guiren had."

Nanny Zhao looked at Jin An cautiously, and only after confirming that the princess was indeed not angry did she feel relieved. She said softly, "Princess, you will find out what happened when you see Concubine Chun tomorrow."

Jin An hummed softly, then nodded, leaning back on the edge of the bathtub, continuing to enjoy this relaxing and comfortable moment.

Concubine Chun's incident successfully distracted Jin An from another matter: her intention to question Han Shuang. This wasn't surprising; Jin An hadn't noticed. She had no objection to Han Shuang being Zhong Chuzhou's supporter. She had long since considered Han Shuang her own. Her desire to speak with Han Shuang simply meant to confirm her unwavering loyalty. After all, there were always treacherous plots surrounding her, and the loyalty of those close to her was crucial.

She herself didn't realize it, but subconsciously, she had developed a special trust in Zhong Chuzhou, a trust that even made her more tolerant of those related to him. Perhaps it was because of their interactions that she felt Zhong Chuzhou's sincerity and care. Or perhaps it was because Zhong Chuzhou gave her a special sense of security in this complex palace. Whatever the reason, Jin An did not express too much doubt about Han Shuang's existence. On the contrary, at certain times, he would unconsciously rely on and trust Han Shuang.

As the night deepened, the silver moonlight slowly fell on the glazed tiles of the palace.