Murong Jiu nodded at Jun Yuyan.
"Prince is busy with a myriad of state affairs, please go ahead as political matters are important."
"Very well, I will come back later to pick you up."
After Jun Yuyan nodded, he strode away.
Once he had left the flower hall, Murong Man seemed to suddenly remember something important and hurriedly said:
"Right, father has a message for the Prince, I will go tell him! Ninth Sister, you have a good chat with mother and grandmother."
Having said that, she quickly followed after lifting her skirt.
Murong Jiu's lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
If Murong Man thought of Jun Yuyan as an ordinary man, she was sorely mistaken.
"Xiao Jiu, I heard your morning sickness has been quite severe. Mother has personally prepared pickled plums and plum sauce for you. When you feel unwell, just have some. When Mother was pregnant with you, she liked to eat sour things."
