My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

16-20

Rong Ting was somewhat uncomfortable. "Gu is not cold."

"Why didn't Yuanyuan buy you a few sets of clothes?" Song Haiping added, "You look good in those clothes. Are you comfortable and warm?"

"Gu is not cold."

Song Haiping sighed, and put one hand in his pants pocket. He was in his forties this year, but he took good care of himself. He had thick, black hair, he had a straight posture, and he didn't have a beer belly. He also paid attention to the way he dressed and looked no different from young people in their thirties.

Rong Ting saw that Song Haiping didn't speak. He had always been curious about the matters regarding this grandfather and war god uncle. Seeing the great deity at this moment, he seemed somewhat different from the rumors.

According to rumors, Grandfather was brave and good at fighting when he was young, and he made great contributions in war for the Great Ye dynasty. Unfortunately, he had injured his leg in the battle with Dongshe, and since then, he had stepped down from his position and recuperated at home. The common people were not without their speculations. They whispered that Emperor Grandfather feared the great hero. However, with Emperor Father's succession and the appointment of Grandfather's son as the Great General, these rumors slowly subsided. It was just that later, Emperor Father had probably done the same thing as Emperor Grandfather.

"Gu did not expect that Grandfather would live in seclusion here with Empress Mother." Rong Ting took the initiative to speak first, wanting to chat with Song Haiping. He was still very interested in his heroic deeds during battle.

Song Haiping's scalp prickled when he heard these words, because it reminded him of the four words "crossing time and space."

But he already subconsciously believed the things his daughter said.

So many things had happened. If this child truly was his daughter's biological son, he couldn't have just popped out of stone ba!

After thinking about it, the grandfather and grandson pair left the neighborhood. There was a street selling breakfast nearby, and business was booming. Song Haiping glanced at Rong Ting. He didn't know what thoughts were in his brain when he said without thinking: "I've been to the Forbidden City no less than ten times, and the inside is just too big. I used to just listen to the tour guide speak, but as a matter of fact ne, I'm very interested in the ancient times. I don't know if this rear palace really does or doesn't have three thousand imperial concubines. If it really had that many, I would wonder if the imperial palace could fit them all ah."

Rong Ting was at the age where he liked to find faults and quarrel. Hearing Song Haiping say this, he stopped. Raising his small head to look at him, he corrected very seriously: "Grandfather, firstly, outside men cannot enter the rear palace. Secondly, Emperor Father does not have three thousand imperial concubines in the harem. Emperor Father is dedicated to political affairs, and is a generation's ming jun; there are only a dozen imperial concubines in the rear palace."

Song Haiping also stopped in his tracks when he heard these words. He was silent for a moment, then immediately erupted in anger. "A dozen little wives? A dozen! Is that a small number?!!"

He was furious. As soon as he accepted the setting of this child being the son that his daughter had with the emperor after transmigrating to ancient times, he then heard Rong Ting say this. If he hadn't wanted to maintain his composure, he really would have cursed wildly.

Rong Ting remained silent.

Of the dozen imperial concubines, practically all of them had been arranged by his Emperor Grandfather and Empress Grandmother before Emperor Father had succeeded the throne.