The princess regretted it.

Chapter 335 "I'm a sister, I don't hit my brother."

Jin An couldn't help but think back to her past life. Although she was a princess, she wasn't favored by her husband and could never bear a child of her own. She had never experienced the happiness of pregnancy and childbirth, a common experience for ordinary women. She didn't know what a wonderful feeling it was to have a life growing in her belly, nor what kind of anticipation and joy it would be like.

At this moment, looking at Concubine Chun's face filled with happiness, she felt a little envious, but also a little disappointed. She wondered if she would ever have such a happy moment in her life.

Seeing that Jin'an had not spoken for a long time, Concubine Chun couldn't help but look up slightly, her eyes fell on Jin'an's face, and she keenly caught the loss in her eyes that had not completely dissipated, and a hint of curiosity arose in her heart.

She called softly, "Princess?" There was a hint of concern in her voice.

Jin An suddenly came to his senses and realized his loss of composure. He quickly and calmly concealed the complex emotions in his eyes, replaced them with a perfect smile, and asked, "What's the matter?" He tried to make his tone sound natural and casual.

"Princess, what did you think of just now? You seem to be engrossed in your thoughts!" Concubine Chun asked jokingly with curved eyebrows and a look of inquiry in her eyes.

"Ah!? Nothing, I just suddenly thought of my mother." Jin An paused slightly, then said casually with a smile.

She subconsciously cast her eyes towards the clothes in Concubine Chun's hands and changed the subject, "I just saw Her Majesty sewing clothes. I think my little brother will never lack new clothes in the future. I wonder how many beautiful clothes he will have to wear!"

When Concubine Chun heard Jin An's words, she immediately understood that this was something she didn't want to talk about, so she didn't dare to ask any more questions. After all, the Empress's untimely death had always been a source of pain in Princess Jin An's heart.

So, she followed Jin An's topic, gently picked up the small clothes she had just sewn, with a gentle smile on her face, and said shyly: "I lie in bed every day, it's really boring, and I can't do anything else. I can still handle this handicraft. But my embroidery skills are still far behind those of the embroiderers in the palace." As she spoke, she gently stroked the small clothes in her hands, her eyes full of anticipation for the unborn child.

Jin An smiled widely, his eyes sparkling with intelligence, and playfully said, "This is something your Majesty made yourself, and it's of immense significance. How can it be compared to the work of those embroiderers? If your little brother dares to dislike it in the future, and your Majesty is reluctant to do anything, just tell your father and let him give him a good spanking."

Hearing such humorous and down-to-earth words, Concubine Chun was momentarily stunned, then burst out laughing. Her eyes curved like a flower blooming in spring, charming and charming. Her laughter echoed through the quiet Lanxin Palace, seemingly dispelling the subtle solemnity in the air.

"Princess, you are the elder sister, and you will have a lot of responsibilities as an elder sister! If he really makes a mistake, you can also beat him." Concubine Chun said with a smile, her eyes full of longing for the future with her child.

"Then I won't hit him. I have to be a sister who pampers him and loves him, then he will kiss me." Jin An said with a sly smile.

Concubine Chun's smile widened after hearing Jin'an's words. At this moment, she and Jin'an seemed no longer the host and guest in the palace with its strict hierarchy, but like ordinary family members, happily imagining their child's future.

There was constant laughter and joy in the Lanxin Palace, a peaceful and warm scene. However, outside the palace, in the Grand Tutor's Mansion, the atmosphere was as dull as before a storm, and it was so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

At this moment, Jiaoyu was in Zhang Chengde's study. Her face was as cold as ice, and her eyes were full of undisguised sarcasm as she stared straight at Zhang Chengde.

Zhang Chengde's expression was also terribly gloomy. His usual calm and self-possessed demeanor, exuding a superior authority, had vanished. Facing Jiaoyu's gaze, although he was furious, he could not vent his anger easily due to his status.

He clenched his teeth, his cheeks puffed slightly, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart. He looked like he was trying to restrain a volcano that was about to erupt, but it seemed so powerless. The air in the study seemed to freeze, filled with a tense atmosphere.

Upon arriving at the Zhang residence, Jiaoyu headed straight for her grandmother, Yao's courtyard. Entering the room, she found Yao lying frail and sickly on the bed, her appearance heartbreaking. Upon meeting, the two embraced and wept, pouring out their grievances and worries.

After crying, Jiaoyu quickly explained the purpose of her trip. She fully hoped that her grandmother would join her in persuading her grandfather, thinking that if they worked together, they might be more likely to get her grandfather to take action and eliminate the hidden danger of Yundou. She also hoped that her grandfather could use his methods to persuade her father to change his mind. Even if it was just to release her mother from the cold palace, even if she was demoted, it would be a thousand times better than being trapped in the cold palace.

Unfortunately, Yao just held Jiaoyu's hand tightly, tears streaming down her face, and shook her head helplessly, saying, "Jiaoyu, it's not that grandma doesn't want to help you, it's just that what grandma said is of no use to your grandpa. You also know that your grandpa is the head of the Zhang family, and he has to consider the overall situation in everything. Once he makes a decision, no one else can change it." When Yao said this, she mistakenly thought that Jiaoyu already knew that the Zhang family had no intention of rescuing their daughter Zhang Xinrou, so she simply said it directly.

But she never expected that as soon as she finished speaking, Jiaoyu's face would instantly turn ashen. She suddenly stood up from the bed, her eyes wide open as she glared at Yao, demanding, "Grandma, are you planning to give up on us completely? That's your own daughter! How could you be so cruel and not care about her life or death?"

Faced with Jiaoyu's harsh rebuke, Yao felt as if a huge rock had blocked her heart, making her extremely uncomfortable. She quickly reached out, wanting to hold Jiaoyu's hand and try to explain. However, Jiaoyu put her hands behind her back and quickly took two steps back, avoiding Yao's touch.

Yao's eyes turned red and tears burst out again. She said in a sobbing voice: "Jiaoyu, your words are like a knife, cutting into grandma's heart! How could I not care about your mother? She was the flesh and blood of my body after ten months of hard work! Now, it's really the Zhang family..." When Yao said this, she choked with sobs and could only cover her mouth with a handkerchief and sob.

Jiaoyu felt a mixture of emotions as she watched her grandmother in such dismay. On the one hand, she was angry and disappointed with the Zhang family's attitude; on the other, she couldn't bear to see her grandmother so heartbroken. But the thought of her mother still suffering in the cold palace made her feel she couldn't give up so easily. She took a deep breath, swallowing back her inner grief and anger, and said, "Grandmother, if you truly care about my mother, you should join me in trying to persuade my grandfather. Can you bear to watch my mother perish in the cold palace?"