The princess regretted it.

"Pen? Draw?"

Zhong Chuzhou heard his words, watched his actions, and something clicked in his mind. He stood up, reached out to take the book, and examined it carefully, just as Mu Zixuan had done. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. That's right! He quickly turned around and retrieved an ebony bow from the room. He shouted to Mu Zixuan, "Come on, catch it!" and then threw the bow towards him.

When Mu Zixuan saw the bow being thrown to him, the two dimples on his face instantly appeared, revealing a row of white teeth. His eyes sparkled and he smiled brilliantly. He quickly reached out and caught the bow steadily. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Cousin, is this for me?"

"Yeah!" Zhong Chuzhou nodded.

Mu Zixuan's eyes widened and he looked at him brightly: "Really? You won't regret it?"

Zhong Chuzhou raised his eyes and looked at him, his eyes seemed to say "Don't want it?"

Mu Zixuan hugged the bow tightly in his hand, turned around and walked out of the house quickly, saying, "Thank you, cousin!" This was the treasure he had been trying to get for a long time, and today he finally got it. He had to run away quickly and not give Zhong Chuzhou a chance to regret it.

Zhong Chuzhou watched him hurriedly, shaking his head and chuckling. This brother was truly a fool. He then took out the jade button, opened the cinnabar ink, and gently pressed the engraved side of the button against the ink, pressing firmly. He then unbuttoned the button and placed it on a piece of rice paper, pressing firmly again. When he removed the button, the engraved pattern on the rice paper could be clearly seen.

A closer look at the rubbing reveals that the main portion resembles a figure drawing a longbow, the bow slightly curved and tense. The string is taut, ready to release an arrow at any moment. On one side of the bow, a curved line, like a ribbon flowing in the wind, adds a touch of spirit to the overall design. Above the bow, a small circular protrusion, resembling the sun or a star, emanates a mysterious light. Below, several lines of varying lengths intersect, reminiscent of the texture of the earth or the course of a river.

Zhong Chuzhou stared intently at the pattern, his doubts growing. What exactly did this pattern represent? What was the origin of this jade buckle?

He racked his brains, but still couldn't figure out the secret. Closing his eyes in despair, he suddenly wondered if his grandfather could understand. So, he carefully folded the paper he had been copying, picked up the jade button, and headed towards his grandfather's yard, determined to see if he could find the answer.

Mu Zixuan, clutching the ebony bow, joyfully trotted out of the Duke of Protectorate's residence. His steps were brisk, his face brimming with irrepressible excitement. With a single leap, he swiftly mounted the horse left outside the residence. He gripped the reins tightly, his legs clamped against the horse's belly. The steed neighed softly, and off it galloped like an arrow.

The wind whistled past Mu Zixuan's ears, sending his hair flying wildly, but it didn't affect his joyful and eager mood at all. His only thought was to hurry back to the mansion and try out his new beloved bow at the training ground.

Finally, the Prime Minister's residence appeared before his eyes. He pulled the reins hard, and the horse neighed and stopped steadily. Mu Zixuan quickly dismounted, handed the reins to the doorman, and almost trotted all the way to the training ground. The butler saw Mu Zixuan coming back and was about to salute. Before he could say the word "Young Master", the man passed by him in a gust of wind. The butler kept saluting with both hands, tilted his head towards the fast-moving figure, blinked his eyes, and was a little dazed. What was going on? He quickly straightened up and hurried to catch up.

Mu Zixuan didn't pay any attention to these things at all. He couldn't wait to feel the power of this new bow. As for the jade buckle he had found in the Duke of Huguo's Mansion before, he had already thrown it out of his mind. Of course, he didn't even remember to ask which informants Zhong Chuzhou had planted in the Marquis of Jinwu's Mansion.

Jin'an and Hanshuang also returned to Feiyu Palace. When Zhao Ma and Ziyun saw Princess Jin'an coming back, they came over to greet her. Princess Jin'an introduced Hanshuang to them.

Ziyun and the others glanced back and forth at Han Shuang, secretly speculating in their hearts. They knew that the princess had gone to the Grand Princess's place today to bring back a maid with martial arts skills, but the person before them looked young and quite delicate. Aside from her skin not being as fair as Ziyun, Hongyu, and the others, they couldn't see any other difference between her and them!

Han Shuang was somewhat bewildered by their stares. Although she had been briefed on the general situation before being chosen to come here, her previous lifestyle was vastly different. She was used to being free and easy, often observing others from the shadows. Now, under so many curious eyes, she wasn't used to it and didn't know how to respond. Although she had a cheerful disposition, the palace rules the nurse had taught her before coming here made her extremely cautious. Now, she could only stand there motionless with a blank expression.

Ziyun noticed her awkwardness and spoke first, "Hanshuang, my name is Ziyun. This is Madam Zhao, the housekeeper. From now on, we'll be serving the princess together. There's no need to be so nervous. We're all friendly. You're new here, so feel free to ask Madam Zhao and me if you have any questions."

Han Shuang listened to Zi Yun's words and looked at her friendly face, and her nervousness eased a little. Her expression was still a little dull as she bowed to Madam Zhao. Then she said, "Madam Zhao, thank you very much, Miss Zi Yun." Madam Zhao smiled and bowed back.

Ziyun smiled and continued, "Just call me Ziyun. Come, I'll take you to familiarize yourself with the environment of Feiyu Palace and get acquainted with some faces. Hongyu and Qingli will be with me. They are all easy to get along with." As he said that, he took Hanshuang's hand and walked into the palace.

Frost Han was somewhat unaccustomed to such intimate contact. With a blank expression, she passively followed Ziyun, glancing around from the corner of her eye. The Feiyu Palace was beautifully and grandly decorated, radiating the majesty and opulence of the imperial family. The people in the courtyard were all bustling about in an orderly manner. Watching them, Frost Han sighed inwardly. Sometimes, while on missions, she would simply observe all this from the shadows. Now, she would become a part of this place. However, it didn't seem as difficult as the nanny had said.

Ziyun explained the hall's layout and the division of labor. After meeting Hongyu and Qingli, Hanshuang gradually began to adjust to their warmth. Her temper relaxed a bit, and her expression softened, no longer looking wooden. She began to engage in conversation, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

Other places in the capital are not as harmonious as this, such as Minister Lin’s Mansion at this time.