My Son is a Transmigrated Prince Chapter 6:
Song Yuan had originally planned to walk around the mall and have lunch here, but after the incident at the dessert station, she felt that it was better to go home and eat!
Fortunately, Rong Ting was cute and handsome. Song Yuan used the reason that the child was too addicted to watching ancient dramas at home every day, and the dessert station's staff looked at Rong Ting with even more love. Even when the mall's cleaning auntie came over with a mop, she was not impatient. The auntie was even worried that Song Yuan would reprimand the child, so she said with a smile, "This child is really good-looking. You two are siblings, right? Actually, young ladies, you should give the child less cold food. It's not good for the stomach."
Rong Ting's face was cold. He wanted to say something, but Song Yuan, who already knew him a little, quickly covered his mouth and apologized to the auntie, "We've really troubled you today. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Song Yuan brought Rong Ting to basement one, where there was a large supermarket. She sighed, "We don't test for poison here, and no one wants to harm me. However, today was indeed my fault. I brought you out before you understood this era, so it's normal that you're not used to it. I'm sorry."
Rong Ting originally saw that Song Yuan did not say anything and thought that she was angry. Now that he saw that she was not angry and apologized to him, he snorted coldly, "It's good that Imperial Mother knows her mistake. However, I still want to say that Imperial Mother cannot be careless. When you return to the palace with me in the future, you must be careful."
He paused. He still had the style of "giving a sweet date after a slap", and his tone was much gentler. "However, Imperial Mother does not need to be too worried. I will protect you."
Song Yuan laughed dryly, "Then I'll thank you in advance."
After this experience, she was sure that this child was indeed from the past. She had read a lot of novels and was usually very imaginative. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to make so many connections from the strange words and actions of a child.
"Do you want to sit?" Song Yuan pointed at the shopping cart.
Coincidentally, there was a little girl beside her who was also being carried by her mother into the shopping cart.
Rong Ting felt that it was very strange, but he did not show it on his face. He just nodded very reservedly.
Song Yuan carried Rong Ting onto the shopping cart. After all, Rong Ting was still a child. At this moment, he was already surprised.
The supermarket was very big. Song Yuan pushed the Rong Ting cart to the fresh section first. "You really don't have the luck to eat. I originally wanted to take you to eat something delicious at noon, but seeing you like this, I guess you'll have to make a scene in the restaurant again."
Rong Ting was about to get angry again. "Are you complaining about being alone?"
"Nope. Don't think too much, okay? " Song Yuan weighed some pork ribs. Generally, children seemed to like sweet and sour pork ribs. In the past, when she stayed at Xie Ya's place, Xie Ya's younger sister liked to eat the sweet and sour pork ribs that she made. Rong Ting was about the same age as Xie Ya's younger sister. His taste should be about the same.
She downloaded a certain kitchen app on her phone. As she pushed the cart, she casually browsed through it and finally decided on today's menu.
Sweet and sour pork ribs were a must. Children generally could not eat too spicy dishes. Then, she would make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Song Yuan also asked the supermarket's chef to pick a sea bass for her. She was going to make steamed sea bass. These three dishes were relatively simple to make and were not that complicated.
The main purpose of going to the supermarket was to buy groceries, but it was definitely not just for groceries.
The greatest pleasure was, of course, buying snacks.
Song Yuan had a body that was easy to lose weight. Her parents were middle-aged, but they still maintained their figures very well. Other than self-discipline and paying attention to their image, it was also because of their strong genes. As their daughter, she had inherited almost all of their good genes. Originally, the two of them were originally good-looking. Their daughter's appearance was as good as seven or eight points. It was also very surprising.
Since she had already determined that the child Gugu was from the past, Song Yuan would not ask him what snacks he wanted to eat. This child was too awkward. If she did not handle it well, he might think that she was laughing at him for being a country bumpkin.
She also had no experience in taking care of children. She went to the freezer and took two rows of Yakult and yogurt.
Of course, Rong Ting did not have time to find trouble at this time. Everything here was unfamiliar to him. For a child who was born in the palace and grew up in the palace, the number of times he left the palace could be counted with one hand. This was a very novel experience. He still remembered his identity and tried hard to control himself not to look around.
"It seems that many children like to eat seaweed." Song Yuan took a bag of seaweed and put it into the shopping cart.
In a short while, the shopping cart was almost full.
Only then did Rong Ting remember an important matter that he had almost overlooked. He asked in disbelief, "Mother, didn't you bring any money?"
Money?
He should be talking about money. Song Yuan changed her meaning and communicated with Rong Ting correctly. "I brought it."
"Then why didn't I see you pay the peddler?" Rong Ting turned his head and saw a man put all the jelly on the shelf into the shopping cart. His attitude was very calm. He could not help but be flabbergasted. "Or is it that in your hometown, Mother, you don't need to pay money to buy things?"
Song Yuan laughed out loud. "You're dreaming. Of course, they collect money. But the person collecting money is at the door. You can only go out after you pay."
Although Rong Ting had an awkward personality, he was raised as the heir to the throne. Occasionally, he would be very modest. "There's actually such a business talent in this world."
Song Yuan: "... ..."
Alright! From the perspective of an ancient person, it seemed that modern society was indeed very magical and convenient. Gugu's sighs were not wrong. The supermarket was indeed very convenient.
This supermarket also sold bread. When the salesman saw that Rong Ting was really cute, he wanted to try the new product, seaweed, pork floss, and shellfish, for him.
Rong Ting was on guard. He thought that this person definitely did not know his identity. Otherwise, how would he dare to be so presumptuous? Since he did not know his identity, then this person was being unaccountably solicitous. One must be hiding evil intentions.
Song Yuan saw his expression and knew what he was thinking. He stepped in front of the shop assistant and said with a smile, "My child doesn't like to eat bread. I'll try it for him."
Rong Ting knew that his behavior just now had displeased Mother.
Mother had forgotten everything in the palace. Perhaps it was because she trusted the people here very much.
Mother did not seem to reject others.
Song Yuan tasted a mouthful of the seaweed, pork floss, and sighed. "It tastes very good. There's enough salad dressing. Give me a box."
When the shop assistant happily went to weigh it, Rong Ting sighed softly.
Song Yuan held the shopping cart with both hands. "It's not good to sigh so often at such a young age."
Rong Ting looked at Song Yuan with a complicated expression. In the end, he did not say anything.
Song Yuan bought a lot of things. After returning home with Rong Ting, she originally wanted to turn on the television for him. However, on second thought, the child could not withstand the stimulation. It was better to let him slowly adapt to the new society. Thus, she opened a bottle of Yakult for him. "This is quite good. Don't worry, I've tried it for you. It's not poisonous. I'm going to cook now. "
"As a son, how can I let Mother test poison for me?" Rong Ting disagreed.
Song Yuan felt that it was very strange. Were all children in ancient times like this? They felt that they were serious and wanted to shake their heads when they spoke. It was very strange.
"It's almost 12 o 'clock now. I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to cook."
Song Yuan's cooking skills could be considered ordinary home-cooked dishes. When she was young, the court awarded her to her mother. Her mother was busy with work and often could not see her. At that time, her mother hired a distant relative to take care of her. The auntie was very responsible, but she only had four days of rest a month. At that time, there was no takeout. She was still in primary school and did not have the courage to eat in a restaurant alone. Sometimes, she would buy some barbecue from the school's snack street. Sometimes, she would fumble around at home. After so many years, the food she cooked did not taste good, but it was not bad either.
Modern society was too convenient. The number of times she cooked was getting less and less, mainly because it was too troublesome.
Buying vegetables was already very troublesome. She still had to wash and cut the vegetables. After eating, she just wanted to lie down and clean the dishes. She was willing to cook today mainly because there was a dishwasher in this new house. Otherwise, she probably would not have the patience.
Rong Ting picked up the bottle of Yakult and looked at it vigilantly. When Song Yuan was not paying attention, he secretly sniffed it.
He could not disappoint his mother's good intentions.
Thinking of this, Rong Ting imitated Song Yuan and took a sniff of the Yakult.
... ...
！！！
The taste was very strange!
Let's try another sniff!
Oh, it was barely edible.
Rong Ting thought so in his heart, but his mouth was very honest. After a few sniffs, he finished the small bottle of Yakult.
He followed the sound to the kitchen and saw Song Yuan wearing an apron and cutting vegetables. He was surprised that his mother was cooking for him again.
Thinking of this, the expression on his face became more cheerful, but he still said, "Mother is the mother of the country. You don't have to worry about this."
Song Yuan was cutting tomatoes when she suddenly heard someone speak. She was so scared that she almost cut her hand. She turned around and saw Rong Ting. She said helplessly, "You scared me. I was cutting vegetables."
Rong Ting did not say anything. He probably did not expect her to be scared.
Song Yuan liked to eat spicy food. Looking at the chopped ginger, onions, and garlic, and then looking at the vegetables on the kitchen counter, she could not help but say, "It's really strange. I was so lazy that I actually went to buy vegetables for you. Now, I have to wash vegetables and cut vegetables to cook. It's really inconceivable."
Now that she thought about it, she also felt that she was too kind.
It was fine that she left this unknown child behind, but now she had to cook for him ...
This refreshed her understanding of herself.
Rong Ting looked at Song Yuan and said matter-of-factly, "What's so strange about this? You are my mother, so you are my mother. It's natural for you to care about me."
Previously, Song Yuan was still immersed in the fact that Rong Ting had transmigrated from the past to the present. Now that she had accepted this setting and listened to him speak, she suddenly understood where the incongruity came from.
He was a child from the past.
He always called her mother.
Song Yuan pointed at herself with the hand holding the kitchen knife in surprise, "Wait! I have a question to ask you. Why did you say that I am your mother? "
My Son is a Transmigrated Prince Chapter 7:
Song Yuan's temperament had always been like this since she was young. She always ignored the important points. Simply put, she was relatively slow when it came to important matters.
From last night until now, Rong Ting had always called her Imperial Mother, but she subconsciously did not take this matter to heart. Now that she thought about it, she was really careless.
Of course, she was even more careless. At this juncture, she did not choose to have a good chat with Rong Ting about Imperial Mother. Instead, she pushed Rong Ting out of the kitchen. "Stand a little further away. If the hot oil splashes on your little white face, it might even leave a scar." She deliberately said this to scare the child.
The vegetables were already cut. If there was anything else, it would be better to talk after eating.
Even if she didn't eat, the child still had to eat.
There were two pots on the gas stove. One pot was filled with sweet and sour pork ribs, and the other pot was filled with sea bass that she had steamed on a plate.
When the sauce of the ribs came out of the pot, Song Yuan sprinkled some white sesame seeds in. The steaming hot and fragrant sweet and sour pork ribs were ready. The color was also very beautiful.
After the sea bass was steamed, hot oil was poured over it. The scrambled eggs with tomatoes were also not difficult to make.
From cutting the vegetables to serving them, Song Yuan only took about half an hour. The rice was also ready.
Song Yuan sat next to Rong Ting and gave him a bowl of rice. Fortunately, the child did not shout for someone to test for poison again.
"Back to the previous question, why do you think I'm your mother?" Song Yuan saw that the child was about to get agitated again and hurriedly said: "Let's discuss this calmly. Think about it, I'm only twenty-two years old this year. I just graduated from university and don't even have a boyfriend. You're only five or six years old this year. If I gave birth to you, then I would have to give birth to you when I was sixteen or seventeen years old. Let me tell you, with my parents' personalities, if I got pregnant when I was fifteen years old, they would beat me to death and throw me into the sea to feed the fish."
Rong Ting did not understand what Song Yuan meant, but he was really hungry at this time. He picked up a piece of rib and tasted it.
His originally frowning brows immediately relaxed.
"Imperial Mother, if you don't believe me, you can drip a blood test." Rong Ting said very calmly. Song Yuan originally thought that he would be angry again.
Song Yuan was silent for a long time, and his mind slowly became clear.
Let's first assume that Rong Ting was from the past to the present. Of course, she had already determined this in her heart. He called her Imperial Mother and always referred to himself as "Gu". If he had not lost his mind, combined with his words and actions, he should have been ...
"You are the crown prince?"
After Rong Ting finished the food in his mouth, he slowly replied, "Imperial Mother, we don't talk when we eat, but we can make an exception today. Since I was born, Imperial Father made me the Crown Prince. Even the officials had no objections. I am the Empress's legitimate son, so I am naturally the Crown Prince."
Song Yuan was dumbfounded.
So, the child that appeared in her house was not only from ancient times but also the Crown Prince? Why did she feel that it was so unreal?
"You're not lying to me?"
Rong Ting glanced at her. "I will lie to everyone in the world, but I will not lie to Imperial Mother."
In his heart, his mother was different from other people, even his father. He would not lie to Imperial Mother.
"Then the Empress you're talking about ... is me?" Song Yuan originally thought that Rong Ting's eyes were clear and his intelligence was very high, but now she was not so sure. It was already very difficult for her to accept that he was from the past to the present. Now, she had to accept that this child was the Crown Prince and ... what, she was the Empress?
Alright, when she had traveled to the Forbidden City and Kunning Palace, she had joked with Xie Ya that it was as if she had returned to her own home. But that was really a joke!
She was very self-aware. With her IQ and EQ, she would definitely not survive more than half an episode in the harem. She would definitely have the fate of being cannon fodder. How could she possibly mingle with a character like the Empress? Everyone knew that the Empress was a big boss. It was fine if she did not make a move, but once she made a move, many people would die. Also, she had read so many romance novels that she hated the Emperor the most. He was just an old cucumber. There was really no need to be jealous of this kind of person. She hated the Emperor the most, so how could she become the Empress? How could she have children with an old cucumber?
"Yes."
Song Yuan was shocked.
To be honest, if the bizarre incident that week did not happen, she definitely would not have believed a single word that this child said. She might have even sent the child directly to the police station after hearing these words. After all, when a mental patient, whether an adult or a child, fell ill, she could not control it. Of course, she had to stay away from someone who was not related to her.
However, only she knew all the details of what happened that week. What made her sad was that her parents did not believe that she had been possessed.
There were some details that she did not tell her parents or even her best friends. When she woke up, her hair had suddenly grown a lot longer!! That was definitely not something that could be grown in a week. It definitely would not grow so long without a few years. The next day after she woke up, she immediately went to the hairdresser to get a new hairstyle. Until now, she did not even dare to look at herself in the mirror when she went to the bathroom at night.
Also, she clearly remembered that before she went to bed the night before, she was wearing a white nightgown with a small strawberry print. When she woke up, she was not wearing anything!
What if she had not been possessed, but had also transmigrated?
Song Yuan put down her chopsticks and placed her hands on Rong Ting's shoulders. She said very seriously, "How do you know that I'm your mother? Have you seen me before?"
"When I was an infant, you abandoned your husband and child and left." Rong Ting looked at her accusingly. "Of course I have seen you before, but that should have been when I was a few months old. I don't remember anymore. "
"Abandoned your husband and child and left?" Song Yuan simply got up and walked around the living room a few times. After she calmed down and sobered up, she returned to the dining room and continued to ask, "Okay, one last question. How did you find me? How did you know that I'm your mother? As far as I know, there were no cameras in ancient times."
Rong Ting's ancient costume was rather complicated. There were several layers inside and outside. Fortunately, it was already autumn. If he had worn it in the middle of summer, he would definitely be hot as a dog.
He thought for a moment, then carefully took out a pouch from the inner layer of his clothes.
Song Yuan glanced at the pouch. The embroidery on the pouch was very simple. It was not the exquisite embroidery of ancient times. It was a bit nondescript, like the brown bear that she liked very much.
Rong Ting opened the pouch and took out a Guanyin jade pendant. After hesitating for a moment, he handed it to Song Yuan.
When Song Yuan saw the Guanyin jade pendant, she frowned. She picked it up and looked at it repeatedly. Her expression was not good. "Why do you have this?"
She put down the jade pendant and ran to her bedroom to search around. When she was in university, her father once brought back two jade pendants. One was Guanyin and the other was Buddha. There was a saying that went like this: men wear Guanyin and women wear Buddha. Her father told her that this jade pendant was made of very good jade and told her to keep it well and not lose it.
At that time, she was already an adult. Although her father did not say it clearly, she understood what he meant. The Buddha jade pendant was hers, and the Guanyin jade pendant was his future son-in-law's.
Actually, during that strange week, the day before, she saw that the rope of the jade pendant was a little worn. Coincidentally, her junior high school classmate worked at a gold shop and said that he could knit the rope for her for free. She took the two jade pendants and re-knit the rope. When she came back, she conveniently put it in the pocket of her nightgown.
After waking up, too many things had happened, so she did not have time to care about the jade pendant.
She looked around the house and only found the Buddha jade pendant. The Guanyin jade pendant was actually missing!
Could it be that Rong Ting's jade pendant was the one that she could not find?
After looking around, it was futile. When she returned to the dining table, she was no longer as calm as before. This was because she realized that it was very likely that she had also traveled through time during that week.
Heavens!
How could this kind of thing happen to her! The most important thing was that she did not remember at all!
The premise to prove that these things had really happened was that what Rong Ting said was true.
Song Yuan was not a bashful person. She was not afraid of trouble. After a moment of silence, she looked at Rong Ting, who was already full. "You relied on this jade pendant to find me?"
Rong Ting glanced at her. "Yes."
"How did you get here?" Song Yuan asked again.
Traveling through time was not as simple as taking a plane. It was impossible to travel through time and space as one wished. There must be some kind of medium.
She wanted to know the ins and outs of the matter, but she was also very curious.
"This Monarch once heard a conversation between Imperial Father and the State Preceptor. In our country, there was a kind of witchcraft that was banned by the late Emperor. On that rare day, at a specific time, the witchcraft would perform a ritual. The person that the witchcraft silently thought of in their heart would appear in front of them." Rong Ting said softly, "Imperial Father did not know that this Monarch heard their conversation. On that day, this Monarch went to Imperial Father's secret room without telling anyone. This Monarch was originally thinking of Imperial Mother, but this Monarch did not open his eyes.
"This Monarch felt that this jade pendant was protecting this Monarch. This Monarch was able to remain unscathed under the snowstorm and the attacks of the falling rocks. "
"... Uh." This was already beyond the scope of Song Yuan's understanding. She was an upright young girl who grew up under the red flag. It was very difficult for her to understand this kind of non-scientific matter, and even more difficult for her to accept.
"This jade pendant was given to you by me?" After a moment of silence, Song Yuan remembered and asked.
Rong Ting nodded. Actually, it did not seem to be for him.
He had seen many portraits of Imperial Mother in Imperial Father's secret room. In some of the portraits, Imperial Mother wore a jade pendant.
He secretly went to ask the old palace maid. The old palace maid followed Imperial Mother into the palace and knew many things about Imperial Mother. The old palace maid told him that Imperial Mother had a pair of jade pendants. The man's was the Guanyin jade pendant, while the woman's was the Buddha jade pendant. Imperial Mother gave the Guanyin jade pendant to Imperial Father.
After that, he secretly went to Imperial Father's secret room and saw that there were some things in Imperial Father's desk drawer. Among them was a Guanyin jade pendant.
He knew that this was Imperial Mother's.
He never thought that Imperial Father would not cherish it and leave it here instead of wearing it. In a fit of anger, he took this jade pendant away. A few days later, he came over.
Imperial Father once told him that this world belonged to him and his son.
Then, all the lands under the heavens belonged to the Emperor. His Imperial Father's jade pendant was also his jade pendant. Therefore, his answer was not wrong.
My Son is a Transmigrated Prince Chapter 8:
It was still the same sentence. If she wanted to explain these incredible things, she had to prove that Rong Ting's words were true. From another perspective, as long as she could prove that Rong Ting was her son, then all of these things would be true. For example, she had traveled through ancient times, and she was the Empress.
There were two kinds of time travel, physical travel and soul travel.
In view of the various changes that had happened to her body after she woke up, she preferred physical travel.
Modern science was so advanced that it was easy to test paternity.
Thinking that this child might be her son, Song Yuan was more patient with him. Although they had only known each other for one night and one morning, she had a preliminary understanding of his character. He was very sensitive, irritable, awkward, and proud. Doing a paternity test still required the consent of the parties involved, even if one of the parties involved was only a few years old.
Song Yuan pondered for a while, then asked, "Gugu, I really don't know you. It's also possible that I've lost this part of my memory. But before this memory is recovered, do you mind if I use some means to verify whether we are related by blood?"
Rong Ting's eyes were still fixed on the Yakult on the table, "Mother, are you talking about a blood test? I don't mind. "
Well, it seemed right to say that a blood test was a blood test.
"Then I'll contact them. I estimate that the paternity test will be done in two days at the earliest." Song Yuan was more open-minded and was a born optimist, "We'll talk about other things after the results are out. Don't worry about this matter for the next few days."
Rong Ting retracted his gaze and looked at Song Yuan. He seemed to be very dissatisfied with her words, "I'm making Mother upset?"
Song Yuan saw that there was still Yakult on the table, so she took another bottle and handed it to Rong Ting, "Anyone with a child would probably lose their composure. It's possible that their psychological quality would be so bad that they would cry. I'm just upset because my psychological quality is strong enough."
"By the way, do you like to drink this?" Song Yuan also opened a bottle of Yakult and drank, "This thing is quite delicious, but I've seen it on the Internet before. This is sugar water. Children will be picky when they drink too much."
She also liked to drink Yakult, and she could drink one bottle at a time. If it wasn't for the anti-sugar effect, these two Yakult planks wouldn't have been used in Gugu.
Rong Ting originally wanted to put down the Yakult, but his body was honest. He took a deep breath and said coldly, "I'm just thirsty, I don't like it."
Imperial Father had said that the Crown Prince could not reveal his preferences to outsiders.
Hmm!
This kid! She had clearly taken a sip of Yakult and was so satisfied that she narrowed her eyes, yet she still said that she didn't like it.
Children in ancient times were too awkward! If this was really her son ... then he, he would definitely look more like that old cucumber. She had been very honest since she was young. When her father found a new auntie and asked her if she liked the new auntie, she would honestly say that she didn't like the new auntie because the new auntie's fragrance was too strong and her nose felt uncomfortable.
Song Yuan ignored him. This child was so awkward that he couldn't be spoiled. She got up to clean up the dishes on the table and put the pots and pans into the dishwasher. After doing all this, she stretched and thanked modern society for freeing her hands.
She had to take an afternoon nap almost every day in the office. Now that she was on vacation at home, she wanted to lie in bed and play with her phone every minute after eating. However, there was still a child at home, so she had to settle him down first before surfing the Internet. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt that her Internet addiction had gotten worse during this period of time. If she had really transmigrated to ancient times, then she could be forgiven and understood. She had lost her phone and computer and regained it. She was already very restrained by not spending 24 hours a day online.
"Gugu, do you take an afternoon nap?"
"In Imperial Mother's heart, I'm actually so lazy?"
Song Yuan: "..."
Taking an afternoon nap was lazy? That old cucumber in ancient times was too strict when it came to raising children. She gave him a bad review.
"Now that you're here, you can temporarily relax. Or let me ask you, are you sleepy?"
Rong Ting actually didn't sleep well last night. When he was about to answer, he almost yawned.
Song Yuan held back her laughter and pretended to be serious. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Then we have a rule here that all children have to take an afternoon nap. You're not yet at the age of primary school, and all children in kindergarten have to take an afternoon nap. Let's not talk too much. Go back to your room and sleep."
Rong Ting didn't believe it and asked suspiciously, "Can I really take a nap?"
According to Imperial Father's schedule, it was impossible for him to take an afternoon nap.
"Yes!" Old Cucumber really wasn't a good father. He was so strict with his child that he even asked for her permission to take an afternoon nap. Gugu really pitied this child.
After pushing Rong Ting back to his room to rest, Song Yuan ran back to her master bedroom and turned on her tablet. She really felt that she was too happy.
She didn't watch dramas, but she watched variety shows.
She also browsed Taobao, browsed Weibo, and shopped overseas.
A message popped up on WeChat. It was sent by Xie Ya, asking her to go shopping tomorrow to buy winter clothes and drink milk tea.
If it was in the past, Song Yuan would definitely be able to do it.
But when she thought of the child at home ...
What should she do? She suddenly understood why her aunt wanted to be a DINK. Rong Ting was no longer a baby. He could take care of himself, but she felt that life was very unfree and inconvenient. Those mothers with babies must feel even worse.
She definitely couldn't take Rong Ting shopping with her. After all, she couldn't explain it to Xie Ya. Rong Ting also didn't integrate into this society. He had a sense of superiority when he communicated with others, as if they should be ecstatic and grateful when he stood with them. As for conversations, he usually couldn't be bothered with them. Who knew who he took after with this arrogant attitude?
Song Yuan thought about it and still rejected the invitation, saying that she had something to do at the last minute and couldn't leave.
Xie Ya sent another message: "You have a dog outside, right?! I guessed it!! Don't quibble anymore!!! "
Song Yuan: "..."
Could she say that not only did she have a dog, but she might even have a dog cub?
Sigh, what a headache!
Why did such a bizarre thing happen to her? Transmigration was like winning the lottery. She had never won a bottle of drinks since she was young.
***
The day passed peacefully. Rong Ting was very awkward and arrogant, but at the same time, he also had a sensible and obedient side to him.
Song Yuan's new home had a study room, and there were only a few books on the bookshelf. Her grandmother had bought those books that were sold by the weight at a roadside stall and spent a total of 100 yuan to buy a thick stack of the Four Great Classical Novels and Sun Tzu's The Art of War. It was extremely heavy. Her grandmother said that this book should be placed in the study room. It was probably covered in dust by now. Thinking that children liked to read comic books, she took out Sun Tzu's The Art of War and shook it a little before handing it to Rong Ting.
Children should read more books. It was better than watching television dramas. She didn't know if he could understand the Four Great Classical Novels in the bookshelf, but it didn't matter. Anyway, there was a bookstore outside the neighborhood. She would bring him there tomorrow. She was really too quick-witted.
"I've thought about it. Parenting experts are calling for children to watch less television. Then I won't teach you how to turn on the television and watch television, lest I lead you astray." Song Yuan felt that she had the demeanor of a parent. "You can just read the book. However, in your era, traditional Chinese characters or some other characters should be used. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me."
Rong Ting took the book. His mood was very complicated. He raised his head and looked at her. "Mother, do you really not remember anything?"
Song Yuan couldn't stand the child's expression. "What do you think I should remember? Give me a hint. "
Rong Ting cherished the book very much and said in a low voice, "The old palace maid said that when I was in your stomach, you prepared toys and books for me."
Song Yuan was a little doubtful. "Could it be that you remembered wrongly? I ... don't seem to be that skillful, nor am I that meticulous! "
When she was in high school, there was a period of time when it was very popular to knit scarves and embroider crosses for the boys she liked. Ever since she pricked her finger with a needle, she resigned to her fate. Handwork and the like were her natural enemies.
"Mother, you don't have to be modest." Rong Ting paused. "I liked all the toys very much. My favorite was the string of beads. However, I stopped playing with them after I was three years old."
String of beads? Was it the kind of string of beads that children played with? She made them? How could it be? It was so difficult!
"I also liked the puzzle board. Mother is clever and skillful. I like it very much."
Rong Ting seemed to be immersed in his memories. He had been reunited with his mother for so long, but he didn't seem to be able to say what he wanted to say.
He felt that his mother had hurt him, but the old palace maid said that his mother had almost lost her life in order to give birth to him. She had been in so much pain for him, so he didn't need to blame her for his mother's temporary forgetfulness.
"I can recite the fairy tales that mother made for me."
"I have always had people keep the clothes that mother made for me."
Song Yuan felt a little guilty. She always felt that the mother that Gugu spoke of was not her. That clever and skillful person was definitely not her. Everyone knew that her hands were really bad. There was a period of time when she liked sticky fur toys very much. Xie Ya was very good at it, but she couldn't do it at all.
Rong Ting looked at Song Yuan. He could see traces left behind by his mother everywhere in his bedroom.
It was said that his mother had designed the little carriage that he used to love so much.
His mother had once left behind a set of books, which had been hidden by his father, but he had still found them. The books recorded all kinds of situations when he was born, from when he was sleeping to when he was sleeping, his work and rest were all recorded in detail, and she even wrote down some recipes that were exclusive to him.
It was noted that they could only be used after six months.
Rice was ground into powder and made into a paste with hot water three times a day.
After that, he could gradually add fruit paste, meat paste, and vegetable paste.
He was forbidden to eat salt before he was one year old. He was forbidden to eat honey before he was two years old.
Every word and sentence was a mother's love for her child. He knew that his mother loved him. He wasn't stupid. He didn't have any impression of his mother, whom he had never interacted with before. Although he missed her, he wouldn't go through so many hardships and risk being punished by his father, just to see her.
He was only thinking that she must love him very much and miss him very much.
He just wanted to stand in front of her and let her see that he had grown up well.
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Song Yuan still couldn't connect herself with the skillful mother who loved her son as much as her own life that Gugu mentioned. Of course, she knew what kind of person she was.
Rong Ting was very smart and very eager to learn. He understood many things after being demonstrated once, such as taking a bath.
Song Yuan originally thought that she would help him take a bath today, but who knew that when she led Rong Ting into the bathroom, this arrogant little face said to her with a "keep a distance between men and women" expression, "A son avoids his mother when he grows up, and a daughter avoids her father when she grows up. Mother, I was considerate of you yesterday, but I can't make an exception today."
"You have quite a lot of rules, child." Song Yuan pinched his ears without any psychological burden. She really wanted to pinch his chubby cheeks, but when she thought of this child's awkwardness and arrogance, and that they weren't very familiar with each other now, she had to settle for the next best thing.
This morning, Song Yuan also bought a set of pajamas for Rong Ting at the mall.
Rong Ting, who had transmigrated from ancient times, didn't have the aesthetic standards of this era. For him, no matter what kind of cartoon character it was, it was the same.
However, when Song Yuan deliberately took out a set of pink Hello Kitty pajamas and showed it to him, he frowned and said rather disdainfully, "I don't like it."
Song Yuan asked him why he didn't like it.
Rong Ting also couldn't explain why.
At this time, the shop assistant thought that Song Yuan didn't see the boys' pajamas, so she warmly walked over and said with a smile, "This side is for girls' pajamas, and that side is for boys. Your brother is so handsome, he looks good in anything!"
Song Yuan, "..."
Rong Ting glared at her angrily. "How dare you tease me like this!"
He was really angry, not pretending to be angry.
The shop assistant was a little confused. Fortunately, Song Yuan's ability to coax people was top-notch, especially coaxing children. In less than two minutes, the expression on the child's face turned gloomy. Song Yuan followed her own aesthetic standards and picked a set of Spring and Autumn edition yellow chicken pajamas for Rong Ting. It was cute and warm!
The light yellow color didn't disgust the child.
After buying the pajamas, Song Yuan immediately washed them with water and dried them with a dryer. The weather today was pretty good. After drying them in the afternoon, they could be worn at night.
Rong Ting washed himself until he smelled good.
In fact, he had never bathed himself before, nor had he ever put on his own clothes. There were too many people serving him. As the only child of the Emperor, who would dare to neglect him? He was used to being served by others, but he didn't want his mother to serve him. Even though his mother seemed to be very willing, in his heart, he still felt that his mother should be noble and shouldn't do these things for anyone, including him.
Rong Ting's hair was very long, and he couldn't wash it himself. Of course, Song Yuan couldn't do it either.
When he came out of the shower, Song Yuan looked at his hair and felt awkward.
Rong Ting thought of the men and women she had seen today. Not only did the women have all sorts of weird hair styles, but the men did not even tie their hair up!
He couldn't control others. He knew that although he was the Crown Prince, he was still the second-in-command. It wasn't good for him to control others.
Now that he saw his mother staring at his hair, he took a step back vigilantly and said sternly, "My body, hair, and skin are all given to me by my parents. Mother, don't have any ideas about my hair!"
Song Yuan laughed out loud.
Although she felt that the child's hair was indeed a bit long, it wasn't to the extent of cutting it. The ancient people seemed to care a lot about their hair. She shouldn't do anything that would make the child feel disgusted.
"I'm just looking."
Rong Ting's mouth was especially sharp. "Mother, it's best if you're just looking."
Song Yuan thought for a moment and said, "You also said that your body, hair, and skin are given to you by your parents. If I were your mother and I asked you to cut it, would you cut it?"
Rong Ting stared at her, and a struggling expression appeared on his face. Reality proved that Rong Ting was definitely an expert at shifting the blame. In the face of this kind of problem, he could quickly find a loophole and counterattack. "My body, hair, and skin are given to me by Mother and Father. Mother needs to discuss such an important matter with Father before making a decision."
Father Emperor would never agree to it!
Song Yuan was defeated. How could this child's brain be so smart!
"Let's not talk about it anymore. Drink some milk and go to sleep."
Rong Ting hesitated. After returning to his room, he pretended to go to the bathroom.
Song Yuan was removing her makeup.
Seeing Rong Ting coming in and out, she was really annoyed and asked, "Do you have something to talk to me about? If you have something to say, just say it. You're making me dizzy. "
Rong Ting said awkwardly, "I can't sleep."
Song Yuan was still a student who had just graduated not long ago. She really didn't understand the twists and turns of a child. She casually said, "Then count sheep."
Rong Ting saw that Mother was being so perfunctory with him and was very dissatisfied, "I went through untold hardships to find you, but you actually ..."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Yuan squeezed some facial cleanser into her hands and rubbed it into a rich and dense foam on her face. She turned her head to look at him. Her face was covered in white foam, and only her eyes were exposed.
Rong Ting was so scared that he took a step back.
"You, you!"
"Look at your courage. I haven't even put on a facial mask yet. If I put on a black facial mask, won't you faint from fright?"
Rong Ting flew into a rage out of humiliation. As the Crown Prince, he had never been belittled to his face, "I'm well-read and have a photographic memory. Under Father's guidance, I'm also proficient in riding and shooting. Mother actually looks down on me like this!"
Alright, he was exaggerating a bit.
But before he came here, he could already hit the bullseye. He knew how to ride a horse, and he was quite good at it. It was just that he hadn't gone hunting yet.
Among Father's trusted ministers, who didn't praise him? It was fine if Mother didn't praise him, but she actually looked down on him like this.
A little boy's self-esteem was really frighteningly strong.
Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run. Thanks to the period dramas, Song Yuan also knew that some of the children in period dramas were very clever. Therefore, she believed Rong Ting's words.
"Isn't that very tiring?" Song Yuan washed off the foam, revealing a clean and flawless face. She looked at the child sympathetically and said, "Although the children in our era are also very busy, I feel that you should be working much harder than them. You're clearly still a child."
There was a senior in the company who just gave birth last year. When her daughter was a few months old, she took her to morning classes ... She heard that there would be swimming classes, music classes, and physical classes in the future! There were even classes for balancing cars. Thinking back to when she was young, she was simply left alone by her parents. Every day in kindergarten, she would happily play with her friends. When she truly felt the pressure of studying, she was already in the fifth or sixth grade of primary school.
Rong Ting puffed out his small chest and said with a casual expression like he was cosplaying an adult, "This Prince is the crown prince, the heir apparent. Naturally, it's different."
"Then tell me the truth. Have you ever been so tired that you secretly cry?" Song Yuan said again, "The liar will wet the bed tonight."
Rong Ting sighed, seemingly a little helpless, "Mother's memory is not good. This Prince said before, this Prince will lie to everyone in the world, but I won't lie to Mother."
Needless to say, when this kind of standard line of the male protagonist in a melodramatic romance novel was said by a five or six-year-old child, not only did it not feel like thunder, but it also had a different kind of feeling.
"This Prince has cried before, but it wasn't because of tiredness." Rong Ting couldn't help but be his spokesperson and boast about himself, "How could this Prince cry because of the grievances of schoolwork?"
"Then why did you cry?" Song Yuan asked casually.
Rong Ting's expression became complicated.
Why?
Once, there was an insensible imperial concubine who was schemed against by another person. When he accidentally passed by, he heard the words "You're just a vile spawn that even your own mother doesn't want." At that time, he didn't know what it meant, but for some reason, his nose became sour and tears fell down. The eunuchs and palace maids were so frightened that they immediately knelt and begged for mercy. The next day, those two imperial concubines disappeared from the palace and he never saw them again.
He had asked the old palace maid several times whether it was because he wasn't smart, whether it was because he wasn't obedient, so his mother didn't want him.
When the old palace maid heard this, she also cried in grief. From then on, she slowly told him some things about his mother.
"This Prince doesn't want to say." Rong Ting replied.
"Alright, if you don't want to say, then don't say."
When Song Yuan saw that Rong Ting didn't say that he wanted to go back to his room, she thought about how this child had just said that he was well-read, had a photographic memory, and was proficient in horseback archery. Her thoughts began to wander. Today, she deliberately searched through her WeChat Moments that she posted last year. That WeChat Moments had a picture of her when she was young. She didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but she felt that Rong Ting really looked like her when she was young.
Rong Ting would occasionally mention his father ...
When a child was too outstanding, it was easy for people to imagine what his parents would be like. Would it be negative to positive, or would it be strong to strengthen them?
If it was in the past, she definitely wouldn't have any interest in this kind of shared cucumber. When she read romance novels about time travel, she would immediately give up on them if the male lead was an emperor.
But now, she was facing a possibility. She might have traveled to ancient times and had this child with a certain old cucumber.
Then there were some things that she had to care about in advance.
Song Yuan squatted down and faced Rong Ting face to face. She said very seriously, "You said that you wouldn't lie to me. Then I want to ask you a question. You have to answer me honestly."
Ever since they were reunited, this was the first time that Rong Ting had seen his mother reveal such an expression. He couldn't help but feel nervous.
What did his mother want to ask him?
Homework?
But he had already asked. What else was worthy of his mother's attention?
"Let me ask you," Song Yuan paused, "Old Huang, ah, no, your father, the father you speak of, is he handsome?"
If it was a middle-aged man or even an old man, she ... Ahhhhh, she couldn't accept that she was so hungry in ancient times!
She looked at Rong Ting nervously.
Rong Ting tilted his head and frowned, looking very troubled.
Song Yuan painfully closed her eyes, "Okay, I understand."
She didn't expect that she would be like this in ancient times. For a senior member of the Appearance Association, sleeping with an old cucumber who was old enough to be her father or even grandfather was an undeniable dark history. Just thinking about it made her turn into a shrew and curse in the streets.
Rong Ting was puzzled, "Mother, what is handsome, and what is not handsome?"
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Song Yuan might not know how to explain other things, but this matter was too simple for her!
Song Yuan took out her phone from her pocket as fast as she could and opened her photo album. It was filled with her treasured photos.
Opening a photo of a handsome man, Song Yuan asked excitedly and nervously, "To me, this is handsome."
Then, she searched for a passerby's photo online. "To me, this is not handsome."
Rong Ting's expression at this moment was really like an old man looking at his phone on the subway.
He was also very puzzled as to why his mother was like this.
"So, Imperial Mother is asking if my Imperial Father is elegant, handsome, confident, and graceful?"
Song Yuan exclaimed, then smiled and said, "Okay, you can say that." No wonder some netizens were calling for her to read more. Up until now, her language knowledge was really very poor. She only knew kwsl, awsl, I can, yum yum, hahahaha, what the f * ck ...
She had graduated from university and was even worse than a child.
Rong Ting thought for a moment. Considering that the people he saw every day were either eunuchs with croaky voices, female palace maids, or silver-haired imperial tutors, he really didn't know if he should use these words on his father.
"Father is not angry but dignified. He is diligent in political affairs and has a broad mind. He is a wise ruler."
Song Yuan was silent for a moment. "Your father is not here, so you don't have to flatter him. Just tell the truth."
Rong Ting answered honestly, "I don't know. Imperial Father should be handsome. "
What did she mean by should be?
It made one's heart go up and down.
"Okay, I won't make things difficult for you. I just want to ask you, is he old?" As if afraid of hearing a bad answer, Song Yuan said again, "If he is old and has a stubble, maybe he doesn't even have a few strands of hair, then don't tell me! If that's the case, then don't tell me. I won't be able to sleep tonight. "
Rong Ting heaved a sigh of relief. "I can still answer this question. Father is in his prime."
Song Yuan also heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Gugu. I won't have nightmares tonight."
After chatting for a while, Rong Ting didn't feel awkward anymore. When Song Yuan was patting the skincare lotion on his face, he made his request, "Imperial Mother, I've already memorized the story you wrote for me, but I've never heard it from Imperial Mother's mouth. It's really regrettable ..."
So he had been at loggerheads all this time because he wanted to hear her tell him a bedtime story?
Although Song Yuan really wanted to surf the Internet at this moment, she wouldn't ignore a child's request. She readily agreed, "Okay! You go lie on the bed first, I'll come after I'm done. "
Rong Ting was overjoyed when he heard that. He returned to his room happily.
This palace was a bit small, but because he was with his mother, he felt more comfortable and happy here than in his own palace.
He couldn't resist and rolled around on the bed. Then, he felt that it was inappropriate for him to do so, so he sneaked a peek. When he saw that his mother didn't see him, he felt slightly relieved.
Ever since that strange incident, Song Yuan was even more strict with her skin.
She was very willing to spend money on taking care of her face and body. Other than the essential cosmetic products, her usual skincare products were all high-end and expensive. After this period of recovery, her skin finally returned to its previous fair, tender, and lustrous state. In the past, she would rely on her youthful collagen to stay up all night. Now, she didn't dare to seek death. Other than last night, she wished she could fall asleep before 10 o 'clock at night.
She conscientiously completed the tedious skincare steps one by one. During this time, Rong Ting even impatiently urged her once.
Sure enough, men were impatient no matter what age they were!
Song Yuan came to Rong Ting's room and moved a chair to sit at the head of the bed. "What story do you want to hear?"
Rong Ting was already sleepy, but he still pulled himself together. To him, listening to his mother tell him a story was more important than sleeping.
"Crows drink water."
Song Yuan still had a deep impression of this story. After all, her grandmother always told her this story when she was a child.
She recalled it in her mind and then began to tell the story fluently.
After a while, Rong Ting closed his eyes and fell asleep. She didn't know if it was because his sleeping posture was wrong, but he even made a slight snoring sound.
Song Yuan looked at his sleeping face and wanted to reach out and touch his face. He was really cute. When he smiled, there were shallow dimples. However, he rarely smiled and was very old-fashioned at a young age.
No matter how precocious he was, he was still a child. In the face of this completely unfamiliar world, he was actually very dependent on her. However, he didn't say it. He even said several times that he wanted to protect her and protect her.
Good night, Gugu. Sleep well.
Everything can happen in dreams.
***
When she returned to her bedroom, Song Yuan wasn't in the mood to surf the Internet anymore. She found an organization that could do a paternity test online. Fortunately, they were also working on weekends. In the afternoon, she had already called to make an appointment. The day after tomorrow, she only needed to bring her and Rong Ting's hair to the paternity test.
Before going to bed, she helplessly set an alarm for herself. On weekends, she could clearly sleep until she woke up naturally, but she had to wake up at seven o 'clock. Gugu, this child, was too disciplined and didn't laze around in bed at all. He woke up even earlier. Waking up at seven o' clock was already her limit. It was also the result of her compromise.
The next morning, Song Yuan opened the take-out app like yesterday. After searching around, she didn't find anything she wanted to eat. She was really affected by this child. When she saw other people's bad reviews, she flinched a little. In the past, she didn't look at other people's reviews. Now, "It's not fresh, it's stinky," "It's too oily, I already told you not to put in spicy, but you still want to put in spicy food. You want to kill me with spicy food?"
Her stomach was made of iron and had long been immune to poison. However, Gugu was a child. As his temporary guardian, she still had to take responsibility. She couldn't let him have a stomachache and go to the hospital, right?
"It's cold today. Eat something hot."
Song Yuan decided to have noodles for breakfast. She put Shanghai green, luncheon meat, and fried a poached egg in the noodles. Of course, there was still a difference between the two bowls of noodles. Rong Ting's bowl was very bland. She felt uncomfortable if she didn't eat spicy food for a day. Previously, she bought chopped chili online. She put two spoonfuls into the bowl. Smelling the chili's fragrance, it was so tempting that she salivated.
After all, Rong Ting was a child. He was very interested in her bowl of noodles. From time to time, he would raise his head to take a look.
"Imperial Mother, what's that?"
Song Yuan was a little surprised. "Don't you have chili there?"
Could it be that there weren't chili in ancient times?
Rong Ting's expression changed slightly. "There are many capable people in this country. It's just a mere chili. As long as Imperial Mother likes it, I will definitely have someone plant it."
Only then did Song Yuan realize that something was wrong. She put down her chopsticks and looked at Rong Ting. "Gugu, what do you mean? Don't tell me you want me to go back with you? "
Rong Ting remained silent. It could be considered that he admitted to it.
He did have such thoughts. In this place, his Imperial Mother's life was so miserable. There was no one in the palace to serve her. It was really hard for her to do everything by herself. Now that he was reunited with his Imperial Mother, he naturally wanted to bring his Imperial Mother back to the palace.
"You must not have such thoughts!" Song Yuan felt that this was a matter of principle. It was still necessary to make it clear to Rong Ting. "I'm not interested in the ancient times. Really. Without my phone and computer, I definitely won't live long. Every day is so boring."
"I will accompany you," Rong Ting said softly. "As long as it's something that Imperial Mother wants or likes, I will find it for Imperial Mother."
"Rong Ting, listen to me. I definitely won't be able to live in the ancient times. I won't be used to it either. It's not a world that I'm familiar with." Song Yuan thought for a while and said, "Moreover, I can't accept the ancient system from the bottom of my heart. I won't be happy there. Do you know that we have a monogamous system here? I definitely, definitely won't accept my boyfriend, my husband, or anyone else other than me."
It was probably because Rong Ting was precocious and smart that Song Yuan couldn't treat him like a child at certain times. Just like now.
"Imperial Father has never stepped into the imperial harem." Rong Ting looked at her. "Imperial Father only has this one child. Isn't this the monogamous system that you mentioned? Imperial Mother is Imperial Father's wife, and the imperial concubines in the imperial harem are just concubines. Imperial Mother, why do you care so much? "
This was probably the difference between the ancient times and the modern times.
She knew how much Rong Ting longed for and admired the mother he spoke of. It was even possible that in his heart, his mother was an existence that was much more important than his father and other matters. However, the era he lived in, the education he received, caused some of his thoughts to be deeply ingrained.
Even a young child was like this, let alone an adult, such as the Imperial Father that he mentioned.
It couldn't be said that anyone was wrong. No one was wrong. It was just that their standpoints and thoughts were different.
"But I care a lot."
Song Yuan picked up her chopsticks and wanted to continue eating her noodles. She remembered that Rong Ting seemed to have mentioned more than once that he was his Imperial Father's only child ...
There was a very serious question!
"Gugu, you said that you are your father's only child?"
Rong Ting was originally still disappointed. He wanted to take his Imperial Mother back, but his Imperial Mother didn't want to go back.
Imperial Mother said that she wouldn't be happy if she went back. He only wanted his Imperial Mother to be happy.
He was like a little quail that had been provoked. At this moment, he was very dejected.
When he heard Song Yuan's question, he raised his head again. "Yes."
Song Yuan's expression was very complicated.
As an emperor, there were countless beauties in the imperial harem. He was still in the prime of his life, but he actually only had one child. Moreover, it was possible that the child was born of her, a transmigrator. Why didn't the natives have any news about it? Then, there was another question. Why didn't he step into the imperial harem?
Basically, he could cross out the possibility of "keeping his chastity for his wife".
Men in ancient times, heh.
Emperors in ancient times, heh heh.
Heh. How many emperors were called devoted and devoted by later generations? Didn't they also happily have children with other people?
If he really had the awareness of monogamy, there wouldn't be the existence of other imperial concubines in the imperial harem.
He was either so busy that he didn't even have time to solve his biological problems.
Or he wanted to find an excuse to cover up some kind of hidden illness.
As for Gugu, she thought that it should be the product of her transmigration cheat. Yes!