Upon hearing this, Princess Zhao's tears began to fall.

"I'd like to, but..."

Seeing this, the nanny hurriedly advised, "Your Highness, why don't you let someone go inside first and explain the young master's situation properly?"

Princess Zhao seemed to have just remembered this and immediately nodded.

"Yes, yes, come with me and tell me in detail about the young master's daily life."

"Yes," the servant replied and followed.

The person who brought him in immediately wanted to follow, but was stopped by the old woman.

"This is none of your business. Go down now. I'll send someone to take him out later."

Upon hearing this, the visitor could only agree and turn to leave.

The servants followed Princess Zhao into the Buddhist hall.

As soon as they entered, Princess Zhao immediately asked, "How is the young master? Has something happened?"

The servant hurriedly said, "Your Highness, please don't worry. The young master is indeed well. We've come to deliver lychees to you, as well as a letter from Uncle Yang."

As he spoke, he put down the food box, raised his hand to untie the cloth band around his head, and let his hair down.

Then I saw several sheets of paper carefully folded into long strips and hidden in my hair.

The returning nanny closed the door, stepped forward to help take it down, unfolded and smoothed it out, and handed it to the princess.

Princess Zhao took the letter, examined it briefly, and then began reading from the first page.

As she read, her eyes suddenly struggled, and her hand holding the letter trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing this, the nanny thought something had happened to the young master, and her face turned pale. She quickly stepped forward to support him.

"princess."

Princess Zhao, however, stared intently at the letter, looking at it over and over.

Then she looked up at the servant, her expression a mixture of anger, joy, and worry, her heart filled with trepidation, making her expression appear somewhat ferocious.