The princess regretted it.

Chapter 249 "Second Brother"

After hearing Jiaoyu's words, the emperor felt even more relieved. Jiaoyu was still so sensible. It seemed that it was Concubine Zhang who misled her and caused her to make such a mistake.

I think her request is reasonable. After all, there is no overnight hatred between sisters. If you keep those unpleasant things in your heart, it will only make the rift deeper and deeper in the long run. It is better to be honest with each other and talk things out. In the future, the sisters can support each other and rely on each other in this complicated palace to weather the storm together.

The emperor nodded slightly and said in a gentle tone: "Jiaoyu, I am very pleased that you have such thoughts. Go and have a good talk with Jin'an. Sisters should not quarrel over trivial matters anymore. You must live in harmony and help each other in the future." His words were full of expectations, hoping that the two sisters could reconcile.

After hearing this, Jiaoyu stood up and bowed to her father, saying softly, "Then I will take my leave."

"Okay. Go ahead. Remember to dress warmly next time you go out." The emperor stood up, went to the shelf beside him, took his cloak and put it on Jiaoyu, with a relieved smile on his face, and said in a gentle voice.

Jiaoyu saluted the emperor again with an expression of emotion on her face, then slowly retreated. The second prince also saluted the emperor and retreated.

After leaving the Health Preservation Hall, the Second Prince caught up with Jiaoyu in two steps. He was breathing slightly, with a look of concern in his eyes, and asked, "Sister, are you going to Jin'an now?"

"What's the hurry? If you're going to apologize, how can you come empty-handed? Of course I have to prepare a good gift." Jiaoyu's voice sounded cold, without a trace of warmth. The tone was flat, but it seemed as if a cold barrier was built between the two of them, making it difficult for people to get close.

The Second Prince subconsciously slowed down his pace upon hearing these cold words. He turned his head to look at Jiaoyu, only to see that her face no longer had the delicate look she had in the Health Palace. Instead, she looked cold and distant, as if the sister who had just appeared so pitiful, well-behaved and docile in front of his father was just an illusory dream. The one standing before him now was Jiaoyu, an unpredictable woman with an aura that told strangers to stay away.

The Second Prince paused, frozen in place, staring at her in disbelief, his eyes filled with confusion and surprise. Jiao Yu, however, didn't stop. She continued walking steadily forward for two steps before stopping, slowly turning around and looking at the Second Prince calmly. "What's wrong? 'Second Brother' isn't going to take me home?"

The name sounded particularly unfamiliar coming from her mouth. The three words "Second Brother" were like a cold sword piercing Changsun Yunji's chest, making his heart suddenly tighten. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but felt as if his throat was choked by something. He couldn't make a sound for a long time, and his eyes unconsciously turned red. He just stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar biological sister in front of him, with a heart full of complex emotions that were difficult to describe.

"Pfft! What's the matter? Second brother, your sister was just joking with you and scared you?" Jiaoyu suddenly burst into laughter, her whole body shaking. The laughter echoed in the palace road, and the originally cold atmosphere seemed to be broken a little by this laughter.

But this kind of smile made the second prince feel very uncomfortable. He could feel that his sister made him feel a chill in his heart. It seemed that there were many things hidden behind that smile that he could not see through.

He tried hard to suppress the discomfort in his heart and did not think too deeply about how genuine Jiaoyu's smile was. After all, his mother was still suffering, and as an older brother, it was his duty to take good care of his sister.

He consoled himself by thinking that perhaps his sister hadn't fully recovered from the suffering she'd endured, which was why she was so moody. It didn't matter, he thought, as long as he spent more time with her, she'd slowly get better.

"Jiao Yu, you must be tired today. Second brother will accompany you back to have a good rest." The second prince tried hard to force a slightly forced smile, with a hint of barely perceptible bitterness in that smile, but he still tried his best to make his voice sound gentle and concerned, and spoke softly.

Upon hearing this, Jiaoyu's laughter suddenly ceased, and her face, which had just been full of smiles, instantly returned to a somewhat cold expression. She slowly raised her hand and wiped the tears of laughter from the corner of her eyes with the corner of her sleeve. Her movements were elegant yet tinged with a sense of alienation. Then, she raised her eyebrows slightly, narrowed her eyes slightly, and hummed softly. The sound was light and airy, as if just a casual response. Then she turned, took light lotus steps, and slowly walked forward. Her posture was still graceful, but she gave people an inexplicable feeling of being a thousand miles away.

Seeing this, the second prince sighed slightly in his heart, and without thinking too much, he hurriedly caught up, following closely behind Jiaoyu. The figures of the two gradually walked away on the long palace road.

......

Hongyu walked in hurriedly, her steps were somewhat anxious, and her skirt swayed quickly with her steps, as if there was something important.

At this moment, Jin An was in her room, being held down by Madam Zhao, sitting on the couch, embroidering with a look of deep resentment. Her brows were tightly furrowed, her face almost wrinkled into a ball, and her hands mechanically held the needle and thread, motioning intermittently on the embroidery cloth. Anyone who saw her could tell that she had no interest in embroidery.

After receiving the imperial edict granting marriage from Jin'an, Madam Zhao was in a state of nervousness and busyness. She thought to herself, the princess's wedding was a huge event. Although the princess's wedding dress would be embroidered by an embroiderer, who would only need to do some finishing stitches on the dress and veil, it was still a matter of respect for the princess's future dignity, and no carelessness was allowed. She also thought that after her wedding, it would be better for the princess to do some needlework herself; she couldn't rely on others for everything. So she made up her mind to take advantage of the time she still had to encourage Jin'an to practice her needlework skills.

So, whenever Madam Zhao had a free moment, she would rush Jin'an and force her to sit down and practice needlework, whether she wanted to or not. And today, she found another opportunity and forced Jin'an onto the couch, beginning her "torturous" journey of embroidery.

When Jin'an saw Hongyu coming in through the curtain, her face, which was originally full of helplessness because of embroidery, instantly lit up. She immediately put down the embroidery frame in her hand, and the frame made a slight sound when it fell on the Luohan couch. She didn't care about these things, and raised an expectant smile on her face. She waved at Hongyu and said with a smile: "Hongyu, come here, is there something wrong?" There was unconcealable curiosity and eagerness in her voice, as if as long as there was something that could allow her to get rid of the "torture" of embroidery, it would be the best.

Hongyu quickly walked over to Jin'an and bowed respectfully. Then, she leaned in slightly, moved closer to him, and gently covered her mouth with her hand as she whispered something in his ear. Jin'an's eyes widened slightly, and then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.