My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

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     Song Yuan was so excited about the two days and one night gathering that she couldn't sleep. This feeling was too similar to when she was a child before a spring outing!

The next morning, she woke up early. How early did she wake up? When she walked out of the bedroom, Rong Ting was still not awake.

She made an appointment with Yung Heng. He should come over around eight o 'clock.

Although she wasn't sure if he had eaten breakfast when he came over, Song Yuan prepared breakfast for the three of them since he would be taking care of the child for the next two days.

Her and Rong Ting's breakfast had always been very simple. Before going to bed last night, she soaked soybeans. When she woke up in the morning, she directly made soy milk with walnuts and red dates. It was very mellow, and Rong Ting liked it very much. She steamed the meat buns that she had taken from her aunt a few days ago and fried a few poached eggs and bacon. Song Yuan was in a good mood today. She used a very beautiful plate and washed the fruits. She took a photo and posted it on her WeChat Moments. It was simply a textbook WeChat Moments.

When Yung Heng came over, Rong Ting had already woken up and washed up.

"Have you eaten breakfast?" Song Yuan asked casually as she poured the soy milk.

Yung Heng had to say that he hadn't eaten. After all, it was rare for a family of three to sit down and eat breakfast, so he couldn't miss it.

Song Yuan woke up in the morning and put on makeup that was different from before. She also sprayed perfume. The fragrance wasn't strong and was a little light, but it smelled good.

A child of Rong Ting's age was actually very easy to take care of. As long as he ate three meals a day and slept well, it would be enough. He could read books and practice calligraphy on his own, so adults didn't have to worry about him. Because of this, and because the father and son had depended on each other in the palace for the past five years, Song Yuan didn't remind Yung Heng about what to pay attention to. Perhaps when it came to taking care of a child, he was better than her.

After breakfast, Song Yuan picked up her coat and mini suitcase. When she was about to leave, she remembered that she didn't bring her curling iron, so she put her coat on the sofa and rushed to the bedroom.

In this short period of time, Yung Heng found an opportunity to put a card in her coat pocket.

Rong Ting, who had witnessed the entire process, averted his gaze and pretended not to see anything. He did not want to expose his Imperial Father.

"Then I'll be leaving." Song Yuan came out of the bedroom and put on her coat. She stood at the entrance and opened her arms to Rong Ting. "Come on, baby. Let mommy give you a good hug. We'll see each other tomorrow night."

Rong Ting smiled a little embarrassedly, but he still went forward and hugged her.

Song Yuan felt that she had become a lot bolder. She had to do all three of these things, but she had to do it slowly. Taking advantage of the fact that Rong Ting couldn't react in time, she kissed him on the cheek and then quickly let go of him.

Rong Ting was confused and subconsciously used his hand to cover the cheek that she had kissed.

"Let's go. Goodbye." This sentence was said to Yung Heng.

Yung Heng lowered his head and looked at his son. He was a little envious.

"Imperial Mother seemed to have kissed me just now." After Song Yuan left, Rong Ting turned around and looked at Yung Heng.