The princess regretted it.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Tell the purchasing staff in the kitchen to buy all the items on the list tomorrow morning." Mrs. Zhong Wenqing, the first wife of the Prime Minister's Mansion, gave orders anxiously, clutching a list tightly in her hand, her expression full of a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

"Old Han, go and make some arrangements. Clean and tidy up Tongxin Pavilion completely. Check the flowers in the courtyard carefully and replace those that need to be replaced immediately." She turned to the housekeeper, Old Han, who had just returned from sending Ziyun, and said in a hurried tone.

"..."

For a moment, all the servants in the inner courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion became busy, with footsteps and shouts coming one after another, making it extremely lively.

Of course, Ning'an Hall remained as peaceful as ever. After seeing Ziyun off, Zhong Wenqing snapped out of his trance and immediately began to work non-stop.

She didn't dare to alert the old lady about Jin'an's visit tomorrow. She hadn't yet figured out how to explain it to her without upsetting her and still making things clear. After much deliberation, she decided to leave this delicate matter to her father-in-law. However, to be on the safe side, she needed to find the mischievous boy. With him around to play along, things would surely be much better.

Zhong Wenqing thought of this and quickly ordered the servant to go out and look for Mu Zixuan. Without stopping for a moment, she hurried towards Prime Minister Mu's study in the front yard. The small cloud-shaped bead pendant on the plum blossom glass hairpin in her single spiral bun swayed with her body, making a clear and pleasant sound, as if expressing her inner anxiety.

In the Prime Minister's study in the front courtyard, sunlight streamed into the room, casting a soft glow like golden threads. The air was filled with the faint scent of ink and the aroma of aged books. The Prime Minister, dressed in a dark gray robe, sat at his desk, his brow furrowed, his fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop as he solemnly discussed the events of the day in the Golden Throne Hall with several of his disciples. On the desk lay a note, its handwritten words forcefully written: "There will be drama at tomorrow's morning court. Marquis Jin Wu has plotted to deceive Jin An."

When the Prime Minister first received this note last night, he was completely baffled by its contents. But this morning, when he saw the scene in the Golden Throne Hall, he instantly understood.

Yet, he still hadn't figured out who had passed on the information. Furthermore, no one in the mansion had noticed anyone entering the house last night. So how had this person gotten in? Was it a skilled expert, sneaking in like a ghost? Or was there an insider who had secretly placed the note without anyone noticing? These questions swirled in the prime minister's mind, like layers of fog shrouding the truth. He sometimes narrowed his eyes, lost in thought, and sometimes shook his head gently, his face filled with confusion.

The students gathered around the desk. Some stroked their short beards, their eyes fixed intently on the slip, as if trying to discern some clue from it. Others leaned forward slightly, whispering their speculations to those beside them. The atmosphere was tense. Just then, a guard outside the door announced, "Master, the eldest lady has arrived."

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Mu raised his head slightly, a look of thought flashing in his eyes. He waved his hand gently, signaling for his students to return. The students rose, bowed respectfully, and left the study one after another.

Zhong Wenqing walked briskly to the door of the study, with a respectful look on his face, and bowed slightly: "Father!"

Prime Minister Mu glanced at Zhong Wenqing calmly with his deep eyes and said calmly, "Come in."

Zhong Wenqing walked into the study with light lotus steps. After she stopped, she took out the visiting card from her sleeve, stretched her hands slightly forward, and presented it to him, saying, "Father, this is the visiting card that Ziyun just sent!"

"Hmm? A visiting card?" Prime Minister Mu looked at his eldest daughter-in-law with a puzzled expression. He extended his hand and slowly took the visiting card. He sat down slowly, his expression seemingly nonchalant, and said, "Whose visiting card is Ziyun delivering?"

Zhong Wenqing remained silent. Her eyes curved like crescent moons, her once somewhat heroic eyebrows softened, and the corners of her mouth curled upwards, unable to be suppressed. Her eyes were filled with anticipation and excitement, a clear message: "Open it and take a look."

Prime Minister Mu was even more puzzled when he saw her like this. He then opened the visiting card in his hand, and then... Then he remained motionless, just keeping the posture of reading the visiting card, as if he was frozen in time.

Zhong Wenqing looked at her father-in-law like this and felt very strange. "Huh? There aren't many words! Haven't you finished reading yet?" She whispered tentatively, "Father?"

The Prime Minister didn't react, remaining in that position. She raised her voice again, calling out, "Father!" This time, he reacted, as if awakened from a dream. With Zhong Wenqing's cry, his entire body trembled. He slowly raised his head, staring intently at Zhong Wenqing, and said, his voice trembling slightly, "You just said this visiting card was from Ziyun?"

Zhong Wenqing nodded quickly, his eyes full of affirmation: "Yes! Father."

Prime Minister Mu's face remained calm, trying to maintain his usual dignity. But the slight trembling of his hand clutching the visiting card betrayed his inner excitement. He said in a deep voice, "Then you go and make the arrangements! Don't delay!"

Zhong Wenqing hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "What about mother?"

Prime Minister Mu instantly understood what she meant. After a moment's silence, he nodded slightly and said, "I'll tell her!"

Zhong Wenqing bowed and saluted: "Father, the daughter-in-law will go down first!"

"Go!" Prime Minister Mu nodded slightly. After Zhong Wenqing left, Prime Minister Mu sat alone in his study. His gaze fell back on the visiting card in his hand, his fingers gently stroking each word. His mind was swirling with thoughts, and he remained silent for a long time. After a while, he closed the visiting card in his hand, held it in his hand, left the study, and slowly walked towards Ning'an Hall.

The servant sent by Zhong Wenqing to look for Mu Zixuan was exhausted. He had almost run through all the places Mu Zixuan often went to. Finally, he met Zhong Chuzhou's attendant. With his help, he finally found him on the platform on the third floor of Yipinzhai Teahouse.