Pan Jiaojiao complained while looking over with a wronged expression.
Shen Jingxian stopped her amused expression, cleared her throat lightly, "Sister Song Yan, stop teasing Jiaojiao."
Upon hearing this, Pan Jiaojiao proudly raised her chin, while Song Yan gave her a glance with an inexplicable expression.
"Your Majesty, I heard that your morning sickness is severe, so I made some sugar pills. Taking one when you feel nauseous can help alleviate it."
Song Yan said as she handed over a White Jade Bottle, beautifully engraved with the pattern of the White Calamity Flower.
Shen Jingxian opened the bottle and took a sniff. Indeed, there was a pleasant aroma, and the vague feeling of nausea in her stomach disappeared.
"It really works!" Shen Jingxian was pleasantly surprised.
Song Yan's eyes shimmered with a gentle light, "As long as it works for Your Majesty."
After speaking, she glanced at Pan Jiaojiao again, the meaning in her eyes was self-evident.
