The princess regretted it.

Chapter 125: Fear of an Accident

Leaving the Golden Throne Hall, the courtiers left in groups of two or three. Duke Protector Zhong Jing and Prime Minister Mu exited the palace together, followed closely by Minister Lin. Zhang Chengde, walking behind them, saw the three men and his face darkened. He shook his sleeves fiercely and hurried away. Minister Lin, observing this, simply turned slightly to face Prime Minister Mu. Prime Minister Mu said nothing, merely nodded with a smile.

Minister Lin bowed respectfully to Prime Minister Mu and, without further ado, quickly left the palace. He hurried to gather his subordinates and began frantically counting the available grain and fodder throughout the country. He also arranged for people to compile detailed reports on the grain reserves in various regions, ensuring they could be accurately presented to the emperor at the court tomorrow morning.

At this time, "Minister Zhang has quite a temper!" Duke Protector Zhong Jing chuckled and said, "Uncle, did my brother-in-law bring back any letters from home?"

Mu Xiang also smiled and whispered, "Mu En brought back a letter from home. He said that as long as we have enough food and grass, we should be able to win the battle before the New Year. If we hurry, we can even come back in time for the New Year."

Zhong Jing nodded slightly, a hint of relief in his eyes. "That's great. The war in the northern border has been stalemated for a long time. If it can be ended soon, the people can enjoy peace. Don't worry, my dear uncle. With the emperor's decree, Minister Lin should be able to arrange the food and fodder as soon as possible."

Mu Xiang stroked his beard and said, "That's great!" The two of them talked as they slowly walked out of the palace.

In front of the Golden Throne Hall, the Zongqin Prince stood by the door, waiting for the crowd to disperse and for Changsun Wuwang to come out last. The Zongqin Prince turned around and called him "Wuwang," and Changsun Wuwang hurried forward and saluted: "Uncle Wang!"

The prince narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at him with inquiry in his eyes. A smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Third brother, I didn't expect you to know so much about government affairs. It seems that you have grown a lot recently!"

Changsun Wuwang was well aware of his uncle's probing intentions, and a touch of humility crossed his face as he bowed respectfully, saying, "Uncle, you are so kind! I'm truly humbled! These are just superficial insights I've learned from listening to my father and the other ministers discuss government affairs."

The prince glanced up and down at Changsun Wuwang without saying anything. He just reached out and gently patted Changsun Wuwang's shoulder, then left leisurely with his hands behind his back.

After the Zongqin Prince's figure disappeared, Changsun Wuwang straightened up and slowly turned in the direction the Zongqin Prince had left. He paused and stared for a moment. Then, he calmed down slightly, turned around, and walked steadily towards his own palace.

Jin An had also heard about what had happened at the morning court, and she couldn't help but sigh. Her "good" third brother had been patient for so many years, and he truly shouldn't be underestimated. His performance at court seemed humble and low-key, but in reality, he was scheming.

But what she cares about most now is that her uncle is coming back. Ever since she severed the connection between her and Wu Changfeng, she no longer cared about the misery of her previous life. She had forgotten that her uncle's battle in the previous life was particularly difficult because the food and grass were delivered late. Although he won in the end, he also paid a heavy price. Her uncle was seriously injured in that battle and his body never fully recovered after returning. He was tortured by illness in the days that followed. Thinking of this, Jin An's heart was filled with guilt and worry. She secretly made up her mind that in this life, she must find a way to ensure the timely supply of food and grass for her uncle to prevent the tragedy of the previous life from repeating itself.

But she didn't know who had been secretly obstructing her in her previous life. She fell into deep thought, trying to recall the details of her past life, trying to find any possible clues. However, the clues in her memory were very vague. At the time, her heart was focused on Wu Changfeng, and she was not very close to her maternal family, so she had no particular interest in the affairs of the court.

She only remembered hearing that some unexpected incident had occurred during the transportation of grain and fodder, but she didn't know what it was. Jin An frowned, secretly worried that if he couldn't find the mastermind behind this, his uncle's battle in this life might still face many difficulties.

She felt that she should still remind her grandfather. With his keen insight into the political situation, he might be able to detect some clues. She stood up and was about to walk out, but stopped at the door. She couldn't go to her grandfather so ostentatiously. If she went to his house frequently, it might attract other people's attention. Especially during this sensitive period, she couldn't arouse suspicion. Jin An thought for a moment, then shouted to the outside: "Han Shuang!"

Han Shuang, who was waiting outside the door, walked in immediately and asked with a bow, "Princess, what are your instructions?"

Jin An leaned forward slightly and whispered, "Go find Ziyun and take some of the fresh fruits and vegetables that the imperial kitchen sent today to my grandfather's house. I have a message for my grandfather. Tell him that there might be trouble with my uncle's food supplies during this battle, and ask him to keep an eye on it. Remember, don't let anyone else know."

Han Shuang's expression turned stern, and she said solemnly, "Don't worry, Princess. I will definitely take care of this matter." After that, Han Shuang turned around and went to look for Ziyun.