Jiang Ning rushed back anxiously, and as expected, she saw Jiang Ruobai with his hands behind his back, staring at a painting on the wall.
"Father!"
She lifted her skirt and ran over.
Jiang Ruobai turned around, "Walk slowly, the floor is slippery, don't fall!"
Jiang Ning had already run to his face, smiling, "Father, why did you come in person?"
"Your mother missed you, and she sent me to check on you."
"I'll be back tomorrow."
"Really? Has His Majesty allowed it?"
"Recently, Concubine Yu gave birth to the Sixth Imperial Prince, and His Majesty was so happy that he agreed."
"Oh, the Sixth Imperial Prince." Jiang Ruobai stroked his beard, noncommittal.
"Father, please sit down." Jiang Ning personally poured tea for him, "The Sixth Imperial Prince is just a little fellow and poses no threat to us. Father, you don't need to have any ideas about him, do you?"
Jiang Ruobai smiled and scolded, "In your eyes, am I so ruthless?"