Hearing the rumors outside about the intelligence of the child, Yang Mengchen was caught between laughter and tears.
Long Xuanmo was dead serious, "The child of Jiujiu and I will naturally be unparalleled in intelligence, incomparable to anyone in the world!"
Ever since they had a little baby, Long Xuanmo had become even more like a child. Yang Mengchen was used to this and couldn't be bothered with the proud father-to-be.
During a rare day of leisure, the ladies gathered in the Crown Prince Mansion's garden for casual conversation, while the men played chess, savored tea, or sparred nearby, and the children played together.
"Jiujiu, how come your belly looks bigger than ours?" Lu Ningshuang asked, surprised and doubtful.
She was six months pregnant, Princess Kangqin was seven months, and Jiujiu was not even five months along, yet her belly was about the same size as theirs.
