The prince and his wife entered the side hall of the main hall, carrying the wind and snow. This place is equivalent to Luo Jia's private reception room. The prince felt a little strange. In the past, when they visited their father, they usually lived in the imperial study or bedroom. However, this time, they were so far away, and the father also looked like they were doing their business.

As soon as Luo Jia came out, the couple knelt down: "Son Master, please see the father."

Luo Jia sat on the dragon throne and was worshipped by her son. Li Yuping was extremely sensible, soft and virtuous. Luo Jia had already admired this daughter-in-law very much, and was very enthusiastic about her, so she hurriedly gave her a snack.

Perhaps it was an intuition that the prince actually found that his father's expression was a little strange, and he would dodge whenever he encountered his own eyes.

He was even more frightened. What does the father mean? Did Fangfei really be executed? However, he did not dare to ask here, and he could not ask about the whereabouts of other women in front of the crown princess.

Originally, he had asked for a meeting many times but failed, and he still used the Crown Princess as a shield to exchange for Luo Jia's reception. He was anxious and said something indifferent to his father, and his heart was like a cat being caught.

He suddenly remembered and asked, "My father is sick these days? Are you getting better now?"

Luo Jia nodded lightly.

The prince was even more surprised. The father looked as usual, and even a hint of joy or spring appeared between the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

Only when a man sees a man, he understands that expression. He is newlywed and is not so happy yet. His father, he claims to be sick, how could he be like this?
Chapter completed!