My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

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"Of course I like Imperial Mother. I like Imperial Mother the most!" Rong Ting became excited, "I also want to be with Imperial Mother, but I don't want Imperial Mother to go back!"

No matter how excited he was, he would not speak loudly in public, so he did not attract anyone's attention.

"Imperial Mother doesn't like the harem, nor does she like ancient times. I know." Rong Ting lowered his head, "She likes it here the most. She also wants to be with grandfather and grandmother. Although Imperial Mother did not tell me, I know that she was not happy in ancient times, and she was not happy in the harem. I don't want Imperial Mother to be unhappy. Father, I like Imperial Mother. I just want Imperial Mother to be happy every day."

"But shouldn't a mother be with her child?" Yung Heng looked at him with a smile.

"That's not it. I just want my mother to be happy. "

Rong Ting did not understand the relationship between his parents or what had happened, but he was not stupid. From Imperial Mother's actions, she did not like ancient times, nor did she like the harem. As a son, how could he use his status to force Imperial Mother to do something she did not want to do?

Yung Heng fell silent.

His fingers unconsciously tapped on the table as he smiled, "You are very considerate of her."

"She gave birth to me."

After Rong Ting said this emotionally, he asked again, "Father, what happened between you and Imperial Mother? I once asked you why Imperial Mother married into the harem. You said that you did not remember. Now that you have recovered your memories, you should be able to answer my questions, right? "

This question …

"Did you not ask her?"

"I don't want to ask her."

"Why?"

Rong Ting gathered his courage and raised his head, "Because I can feel that Imperial Mother was not happy in ancient times in the harem. I don't want her to remember those things."

"Then why are you asking me? Aren't you afraid that I will be unhappy?" Yung Heng asked him with great interest.

Rong Ting glanced at him, then quickly lowered his head, "It's fine if Father doesn't want to talk about it."

"Do you really want to know?"

"En."

Yung Heng sighed. Of course he knew his son's temperament. He also knew that he was interested in things that he should not care about. However, he also hoped that his son would be able to learn some lessons from his experience.

Thus, Yung Heng began to narrate the events between him and Song Yuan without adding any emotion.

***

Song Yuan came back in the afternoon to pick up Rong Ting. She knew that he liked to eat sweet things, so she specially went to the supermarket to buy a thermos and packed fragrant sesame paste and milk bricks for him from a famous local store.

However, she did not know why, but when she arrived at the hotel lobby, she found that her son did not seem very happy.

Yung Heng, who was sitting on the sofa next to him and reading the newspaper, was calm and composed.

"Then let's go home." Song Yuan held Rong Ting's hand and gave Yung Heng a look. She wanted to ask him what was wrong with Gugu.

Of course, Rong Heng understood the look in her eyes. He smiled and said, "Maybe you're unhappy because you didn't sleep well."