My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 70

“No, I’m alright.” Song Yuan didn’t want to make her father worry, especially when the grandfather-grandson duo were looking at her with such concerned expressions. She hurriedly said, “I’m really fine. I don’t want to go to the hospital.”

Even after confirming Song Yuan was really fine, Song Haiping still had lingering fears. “Don’t go to the hospital the next two days. Last night it was like you encountered an evil spirit. You told Dad that someone jumped off the roof of the People’s Hospital yesterday. Did you see it?”

Song Yuan thought back to the pool of flesh and blood yesterday, and again to the scene of Consort Li’s self-harm. Her eyes darkened, but when she raised her head again, she directed a smile at Song Haiping. “I just heard about it. I didn’t see.”

“Then that’s good.” Song Haiping breathed a sigh of relief. “But I still have to ask a great master to burn incense, drive away evil spirits.”

Song Haiping also rushed over to the hospital and told him about Song Yuan. When the old man heard his darling granddaughter had had a fever, he itched to leave the hospital to have a look. If not for Dr. Meng stopping him, he would have applied for discharge within a few hours.

Song Yuan didn’t want to lay in bed after recovering. For the next two days, she didn’t need to go to the hospital to keep her grandfather company, and she focused on buying groceries and cooking for Rong Ting, taking care of his daily life.

Now, her extremely wholehearted devotion also had a meaning of compensation3. Rong Ting, who was overly attended to by his Empress Mother, felt something was wrong. Although Empress Mother had recovered, and her fever had subsided, he discovered that Empress Mother didn’t smile as much as before.

The next morning, he got up early and, while Empress Mother was still asleep, rifled through the kitchen cookbook and studied the recipe for making congee.

He found millet4 in the cupboard and maneuvered the small stool in the kitchen. Standing on the stool, he earnestly washed the rice, added the proper amount of water according to the recipe, and finally pressed the ‘congee’ button. The corners of his lips lifted unconsciously. Somewhat proud of himself, he thought, cooking wasn’t so difficult. It seemed that nothing was too difficult for him.

Invigorated by his own cooking skills, Rong Ting made plans to make soft-boiled eggs. Although Empress Mother didn’t let him use the gas stove, he had been observing for a long time and knew how to use it. There shouldn’t be any mistakes.

Rong Ting snapped his fingers and thought aloud, “There is millet and soft-boiled eggs. Empress Mother likes to eat spicy food, so all that’s left is the zha cai5. En!”

When Song Yuan woke up, Rong Ting was already sitting upright in his chair, a cute ‘looking for praises and wanting to be lifted high but also desperately trying to cover it up’ expression on his face. He cleared his throat and said, “Empress Mother, you should go to the kitchen to take a look. There seem to be cockroaches.”

When Song Yuan heard the word ‘cockroaches,’ she just raised a brow, not a ripple in her heart. She knew that she was finished. Being a mother was different from not being a mother; she would never again return to girlhood. Back in the university dorms, she would scream in fright upon seeing there were cockroaches in the bathroom. Now, when her son said that there were cockroaches, she could expressionlessly enter the kitchen to launch her assault. She must publicly execute these cockroaches for scaring her son.

She grabbed a slipper and paper towels and stalked into the kitchen. She didn’t see any cockroaches, but she did hear the beeping sound of the rice cooker notifying her the congee was ready, and she also saw the soft-boiled eggs in the soup pot. She was instantly stunned.