The princess regretted it.

Chapter 391 Concubine Chun had a fit?

The next day, Jin An was half asleep when he vaguely heard low voices of conversation coming from outside.

"Is the princess still awake?" This was Han Shuang's voice, with a hint of urgency.

"Not yet? What happened?" Ziyun asked in a low voice.

"Noble Lady Chun is having a fit."

Jin An's sleepiness was instantly shattered by these words, and she woke up instantly. She opened her almond-shaped eyes, still drowsy. She stretched her body, slowly sat up, and raised her hand to ring the bed bell.

The conversation outside stopped. Ziyun, who heard the sound, opened the curtain and walked in, followed by Hanshuang.

"Princess, are you going to get up?" Ziyun walked forward and hung the gauze curtain on the carved bedpost. Seeing that Jin'an had already sat up with the quilt in his arms, he asked softly.

Frost stood at the threshold, not rushing forward. Her cloak was still stained with fine snowflakes, and large streaks of melted snow had formed on her shoes, leaving dark marks on the blue bricks. The cold wind seemed to still linger around her, carrying the distinctly chilling air of winter.

Jin An glanced at Han Shuang's appearance, and he knew in his heart that she had just returned from a busy day. She nodded lightly, her voice lazily filled with the morning air, "Well, let's change."

Ziyun immediately turned and retrieved the moon-white brocade skirt she had prepared from the rosewood wardrobe. Embroidered with delicate magnolia blossoms, the petals outlined in gold thread shimmered softly in the morning light. Gently, she helped Jin'an dress and carefully fastened her pearl-tasseled belt.

After getting dressed, Ziyun called out to the door, "Bring the things in." A moment later, Hongyu and two palace maids filed in, holding exquisite toiletries on a silver tray. A celadon basin was filled with warm water, with fresh flower petals floating on the surface, emitting a faint fragrance.

Ziyun served Jinan and helped him rinse his mouth and clean his face in an orderly manner.

Han Shuang stood aside, her eyes fixed on the busy crowd, her mind mulling over the news she had just heard. She knew that Concubine Chun's safety concerned Jin An, but at this moment, she could only suppress her anxiety. After all, in this strictly regulated palace, even in an emergency, one could not lose composure. The princess was her master, and she couldn't let her mistress appear in front of everyone in an untidy manner because of this matter. That would be a dereliction of duty on her part.

After Jin'an finished washing, he tapped his toes on the thick blanket embroidered with lotus flowers and slowly walked to the rosewood dressing table and sat down. The two palace maids bowed and withdrew with the silver basin filled with residual water. Hongyu followed Jin'an to the dressing table, reached out and picked up the comb, and gently combed Jin'an's hair.

"Hanshuang, you said before that Concubine Chun had an attack?" Jin An looked up at the blurry image of Hanshuang standing at the doorstep in the bronze mirror and asked softly.

"Princess, it was Nanny Su from Lanxin Palace who sent someone to tell us that Concubine Chun had an attack. I saw that the person didn't look very good, so I asked a few questions." Han Shuang heard Jin An's question, walked slowly forward a little closer, and replied softly.

"Hmm?" Jin An was still a little sleepy. It was so cold that he didn't want to get up from his warm bed. Plus, he had a lot on his mind last night, so it took him a long time to fall asleep.

Hearing Han Shuang's words, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with confusion. They were like black gemstones covered with a layer of mist. She looked at Han Shuang in the mirror and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Princess, Concubine Chun is not having a normal attack." Han Shuang had just said this when Jin An turned his head abruptly, forgetting that Hongyu was combing her hair, and pulled out several strands of hair at once. It was only because Hongyu reacted and relieved some of the force on her hands, otherwise she would have pulled out more hair.

"Hiss!" Jin An couldn't help but let out a soft cry as his scalp suddenly felt a sharp pain. He subconsciously raised his hand to press down on his hair. A few strands of hair fell to his knees, looking particularly glaring against the moon-white hem of his skirt.

Hongyu's face turned pale instantly, the comb in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, and she fell to her knees: "I'm sorry, Princess! It was my negligence!"

Jin An touched the painful spot with one hand and gently waved it with the other, "It's not your fault. Get up! It's my own problem."

Hongyu quickly stood up and reached out to gently rub the place where Jinan's hand was pressing. "Okay, I'm fine, just do a simple bun for me." Jinan turned back and said to Hongyu in the mirror.

Hongyu responded, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the comb again, and moved more gently and quickly.

Han Shuang was also startled by the sudden situation. She hurriedly spoke to comfort her, "Princess, don't worry. Concubine Cen and Noble Lady Xian are already there. The midwife is ready, and the imperial physician is waiting there. However, the midwife said that it won't be that fast, and we may have to wait for a while." She reported the information she had obtained to Jin An at a very fast speed.

"What do you mean it's not a normal attack? Did someone attack them?" Jin An pressed on, his heart still pounding. "Did Father get any news? Did he go?" Jin An's face was solemn, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes filled with worry.

"Concubine Cen has already arranged for someone to notify the Emperor, but he should still be in the morning court," Han Shuang replied softly, "It is said that Concubine Chun got up this morning and wanted to check on the injured Gan Cao. On her way back, she accidentally stepped on ice and fell."

"How could there be ice? Who is responsible for cleaning these corridors? Where are the servants around Concubine Chun? Gan Cao is injured, so is there no one else? Where is Nanny Su?" Jin An was even more worried when he heard that Concubine Chun had a labor attack caused by a fall. Concubine Chun was six months pregnant and about to give birth. How could she have fallen? He couldn't help but ask again and again.

Before Han Shuang could reply, Madam Zhao and Qingli came in with breakfast. The lily porridge in the food box was still steaming.

Madam Zhao had also heard about Concubine Chun's seizure, but she didn't know it was an accident. She simply assumed it was a normal seizure, after all, the imperial physician estimated the due date would be around this time. She guessed her mistress would definitely go to Lanxin Palace soon, and she wanted to persuade her to stay.

"Princess, a woman's birth is already very bloody. You haven't married yet, and you will be married off after the New Year. You can't go at this time." When Zhao Ma came in, she saw Jin An's worried look, afraid that she didn't understand the taboos in these matters, and it would be bad if she went there now and was hit by evil spirits.

As soon as Madam Zhao said this, the three people in the room all turned to look at her. Madam Zhao was a little confused by the look, but she didn't think much of it. Instead, she continued to persuade him quietly, "Princess, I know you're worried about the little prince, but you won't be able to help. Labor is not usually quick for women, especially since this is Concubine Chun's first child, so it may take longer..."