The princess regretted it.

Instantly, Mu Zixuan let out a scream: "Ah!" The shrill sound seemed to pierce the sky, frightening the servant who was supporting him so much that he trembled all over and almost collapsed to the ground. Mu Zixuan's face flushed red, his eyes widened, and a strange light flashed. He turned his head and stared at Zhong Chuzhou, his face full of excitement, and he kept repeating: "Cousin, did you hear that? Did you hear that?"

Zhong Chuzhou, seemingly calm, withdrew the hand he had just extended to hold Mu Zixuan. He gently stroked the tip of his nose. His seemingly casual gesture seemed to mask the turmoil within. Then, he slowly leaned back in his chair, his demeanor nonchalant, as if nothing had happened. However, only he knew that the moment he heard that name, his heart felt like it was being struck by a sledgehammer, beating wildly, a pace so rapid it threatened to burst through his chest.

Seeing him like this, Mu Zixuan's excitement intensified. Without hesitation, he walked around the table and quickly walked to Zhong Chuzhou's chair. With a dazzling glint in his eyes, he lowered his voice and said, "Cousin, you must have heard it! Jin An is coming to my house. Hehe!"

Zhong Chuzhou snorted, closed his eyes, and uttered words with a hint of disgust: "Look at what you have accomplished!"

Mu Zixuan rolled his eyes rudely and scoffed, "That's all I've got. What's wrong? My beautiful, lovely cousin is coming to my house. I have to go back quickly. You can enjoy tea here by yourself. As for the beauty of a beautiful woman... hmph, you can do whatever you want." With that, he turned around and walked quickly downstairs, head held high. However, if you ignore his odd gait—his butt sticking out as he walked—he looked quite dashing.

Zhong Chuzhou leaned quietly against a bamboo chair, his eyes closed, his slender fingers gently twirling the Buddhist beads on his wrist. His mind raced with thoughts: Ever since Jin'an's last visit to Hanyun Temple, things had unfolded slightly differently than he remembered. Jin'an, what exactly has caused this change in you? What is your purpose in going to the Prime Minister's residence tomorrow? How can I make you see that worthless person for what he is? That scumbag is not worthy of you!

Suddenly, his movements paused, and he slowly opened his eyes, a brilliant light flickering in them, and a faint smile curled up at the corners of his mouth. He slowly stood up, calmly pulled out a folding fan from his waist, and with a "swish" he opened it, gently waving it, and strolled out of the teahouse. He had to rush to the Jade Pavilion and the Flowing Light Pavilion. After all, it had been a while since he last visited his aunt, and it was time to pay her a visit. What gift should he choose for her? If Mu Zixuan knew what he was thinking, he would definitely say disdainfully, "Cousin, stop pretending. Are you trying to seduce or harm someone again, vixen?"

......

Ever since Wu Anshuo returned from court, he had arranged for someone to go to the Dali Temple to fetch Wu Changfeng. He then immediately summoned all his staff to the study, and the door had remained closed. Everyone in the mansion knew the Marquis had returned with a dark face and was in a bad mood. They were all very cautious in their actions, fearing they would make a mistake and be angered.

At this moment, a servant, looking panicked, hurried through the winding corridors, heading straight for Wu Anshuo's study. As he ran, he frequently wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. His breathing was rapid, and his chest heaved violently. It seemed the situation was extremely urgent.

Arriving in front of the study, the servant had no time to calm his rapid breathing. He hurriedly bowed to the study door and said with a trembling voice: "My Lord, this is bad. Something has happened to the prince."

The study, which had been filled with faint noises, suddenly fell silent, as if time had frozen in that moment. Then, a burst of hurried footsteps could be heard, the footsteps quick and powerful. The study door creaked open from the inside, and Wu Anshuo, still dressed in court robes, appeared at the door. His face was gloomy, and his eyes revealed majesty and anxiety. He shouted sharply, "What did you say? What's wrong with the prince?"

The servant trembled with fear and fell to his knees with a thud. His knees hit the ground with a dull thud. He lowered his head and said anxiously, "My Lord, the Crown Prince is injured."

Upon hearing this, Wu Anshuo's expression suddenly changed, as if enveloped in a frost. He suddenly stepped out of the study, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, veins bulging in his fists, revealing his inner anger and worry. He stared at the servants and demanded sharply, "What's going on? Didn't I tell you to go pick him up? How did he get injured? Is he seriously injured?"

The servant quickly replied, "I don't know the details either. When we arrived at the Dali Temple, we learned that the Crown Prince had already left. We hurried back and found him in a side alley. He had a black cloth covering his head and was injured. There was no one else in the alley except him. He has now been carried back to his room. The court doctor is treating him."

Wu Anshuo's brows were furrowed, like a knot twisted into a knot. Anger surged in his heart, as if a blazing fire was boiling in his chest. He flicked his sleeves and strode towards Wu Changfeng's room, commanding as he walked, "Immediately ask the housekeeper to send someone to investigate this matter. We must find the murderer who hurt Changfeng."

The servant quickly replied, "Yes, Lord. I'll arrange it right away." He then hurriedly stood up and hurriedly followed Wu Anshuo's instructions. Meanwhile, Wu Anshuo anxiously rushed to Wu Changfeng's room.

The several staff members in the study looked at each other, knowing that the Marquis would not be back so soon, and tacitly stood up and left the study. Their faces were also filled with worry and confusion, wondering what exactly happened to the prince and what impact it would have on the Jinwu Marquisate.