The princess regretted it.

"Your Highness, wake up!" A familiar voice rang out. Changsun Jinan's eyes snapped open, and what came into view was the familiar beaded gauze canopy and the exquisitely embroidered quilt on the bed, just as she had known it before she married. She turned her head slightly and saw the dressing table beside the bed. On it were her once-favorite jewelry, gleaming in the morning light.

Princess Jin'an slowly sat up and looked around. Familiar calligraphy and paintings hung on the walls of the room, works by her favorite masters. Everything she saw seemed incredibly familiar, yet she felt even more bewildered. She wondered, "Am I not already dead? What's going on?"

"Your Highness? What's the matter with you?"

A familiar voice woke Princess Jin'an up. Looking up, she saw an incredibly familiar face, and a surge of emotion washed over her. She recognized it. It was her wet nurse, who had been by her side since childhood, her most loyal and trusted person. In her previous life, when she was most helpless, her wet nurse had suddenly disappeared.

"Mammy..." Changsun Jinan called softly, tears flowing uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Aunt Zhao was so frightened that she hurried forward to hug her and comforted her, "Your Highness is having a nightmare. Don't be afraid, it's all a dream. I am here. I am with you."

Zhangsun Jinan nodded subconsciously, raising her hand to gently wipe the tears from the corner of her eye, but suddenly she felt something was amiss. She looked down at her hand and found it had become incredibly delicate, as slender and beautiful as a green onion, completely unlike the hand of a forty-year-old woman. Puzzled, she stroked her cheek and arm, feeling the smooth, delicate skin, and a strong sense of unease welled up in her. She remembered that her skin had long lost the elasticity and radiance of her youth, but now it felt like she had returned to her teenage years. She couldn't help but wonder if she was trapped in a dream, or was being influenced by some mysterious force.

No! It wasn't a dream, everything was so real. Could it be that my dying confession had moved the gods to take pity on me, and arranged for me to be truly reborn?

She once again looked around the familiar room, and Madam Zhao's warm embrace reminded her that all this was real. She had truly been reborn! She had returned to her unmarried state. Changsun Jinan's heart was filled with mixed emotions, as she recalled her past life: regret, anger, humiliation, unwillingness... a variety of emotions tore back and forth. Immersed in this state, Princess Jinan's face paled, her eyes reddened.

"Your Highness, you must have been frightened by the group of bandits yesterday. Do you want to call the imperial physician to take a look?" came Nanny Zhao's light and urgent voice.

Bandits? What bandits? Zhang Sun Jinan was momentarily stunned. She stared blankly at Madam Zhao, her mind a blank, a bit confused.

"Who would have thought that there would be bandits on the road to Hanyun Temple? Fortunately, Prince Wu showed up in time, otherwise Your Highness would be in danger. Your Highness must bring more guards when traveling in the future..." Nanny Zhao didn't notice Changsun Jinan's confusion and continued to chatter.

Hanyun Temple?! Bandits! Prince Wu?! Changsun Jinan's memories flooded back into his mind like a floodgate.

She recalled that in her previous life, on her first visit to Hanyun Temple to pray, she encountered a group of bandits who fiercely blocked their path. Changsun Jinan remembered that the accompanying guards fought desperately, but the enemy outnumbered them and attacked suddenly, and the guards were gradually overwhelmed. Watching the guards fall one by one, she was terrified and even thought she would die there.

At this moment, a tall figure appeared with a group of guards and stood in front of the bandits. He was Wu Changfeng, the son of Jinwuhou.

As soon as Wu Changfeng appeared, he led his guards to fight the bandits, repelling them and escorting Changsun Jinan and his entourage back to the palace. Changsun Jinan still remembered that in his previous life, he thought that Prince Wu was a peerless hero. He was not only full of gratitude towards him, but also had his heart moved.

However, having experienced so much in her past life, she couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt as she recalled it now. While Hanyun Temple might not be as popular as Dajue Temple, it still attracted many people who came to pray and offer sacrifices. She had never heard of bandits making trouble in the mountains, so how could she have happened upon them? And how did Wu Changfeng appear at just the right time? Could this not be a coincidence? Was there a deeper conspiracy hidden here?

Chang Sun Jinan decided to investigate this matter thoroughly, not only to resolve her inner confusion, but also to prevent similar incidents from happening again. She suspected that many things in her past life were not as simple as they seemed.

For example, her increasing obsession with Wu Changfeng seemed to be driven by an invisible hand; and the people around her, including the maids and guards, seemed to be hiding some secrets. In addition, the sudden death of her father, the abdication of her brother the Crown Prince, and the unexpected rise to power of her third brother, Changsun Wuwang, all made her feel a little weird. Various questions lingered in Jinan's mind, and she decided to start with yesterday's incident to see if she could find some clues. At the same time, she had to speed up the expansion of her power to ensure that she would not fall into such a dangerous situation in the future. As her thoughts became clearer, Changsun Jinan's mood gradually calmed down. The passing of geese leaves traces, and if someone really planned it deliberately, she would definitely find evidence!

Jin'an gracefully sat up. Seeing this, Madam Zhao immediately summoned the maids, Hongyu, Ziyun, Qingli, and others, who had been waiting outside. Qingli held a basin of steaming warm water and gently placed it before Princess Jin'an. Princess Jin'an dipped her hands in the warm water, feeling the gentle flow as she gently washed them. Then, she took a soft towel and carefully wiped her hands and face.

After washing, Hongyu began to comb her hair. Hongyu's craftsmanship was the most exquisite. She used the comb to gently comb the princess's long hair, her movements gentle and skillful. Soon, the princess's black and shiny hair was neatly groomed. Hongyu quickly put up a beautiful flying fairy bun, and carefully selected a purple jade gold hairpin and a pair of white jade hairpins with blown flowers as hair accessories, which cleverly embellished it; and matched it with a pair of purple jade hibiscus earrings. It made Princess Jin'an even more noble and smart.

Zhang Sun Jinan looked at his youthful face in the mirror, his heart turning over and over again - how good it is! There's still time for everything.

"Your Highness, are you awake?" a clear voice came.