My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

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Chapter 86 - Rong Heng: Weak_pitiful_helpless.jpg

After Song Yuan came out of the ward, she took a deep breath.

Fortunately, she didn't have a particularly impulsive temper. Otherwise, she would have "talked reason" with Rong Heng as soon as she entered the ward, but then be told that what he gave to Rong Ting was only water. Wouldn't that have been mortifying?

In the past twenty years, Song Yuan had never lost face, but she didn't want to be too embarrassed in front of Rong Heng because it would make her look stupid.

Thankfully, thankfully she knew she had to confirm first. Otherwise, how would it have ended?

Song Yuan was holding the bottle of sparkling water Rong Ting had mistaken for alcohol, but her mind was occupied with what had happened just now.

She'd known Rong Heng for several years. What was that look on his face just now? Dumbfounded, cautious and nervous. In particular, when he was wearing that hospital gown, for some reason, she suddenly thought of that weak_pitiful_helpless reaction meme. She burst out laughing, unable to hold it back.

This was the first time since she'd gotten to know him that she'd seen such an expression on his face.

There was a mirror on the wall. She turned her head and accidentally caught a glimpse of the bright smile on her face. Stunned, the smile on her face receded. She looked down at the bottle of sparkling water in her hand, a smile flashing in her eyes.

Rong Ting was sitting obediently in the bench placed in the hallway. He hurriedly stood up when he saw his Empress Mother coming out of the ward, his line of sight falling on the wine in her hand. Immediately growing nervous, he hurriedly came up to her and asked tentatively, "Empress Mother, did you and Emperor Father quarrel?"

"We didn't quarrel." It was completely just a misunderstanding and her being too careless. If she had just calmed down and really thought about it, she should have known–with Rong Heng's high expectations and standards for Rong Ting, there was no way he would give him alcohol!

Song Yuan twisted off the cap, and under Rong Ting's stupefied expression, she drank several mouthfuls in one go.

She really liked this brand of sparkling water. It was sweet, like soda. But the one Rong Heng drank... wasn't so sweet. Instead, it tasted a little strange. Rong Ting had never drunk sparkling water or alcohol before, and this sparkling water bottle did look a bit like a sake bottle. It wasn't surprising that Rong Ting misunderstood.

"Empress Mother..." Rong Ting's eyes opened wide.

Song Yuan shook the bottle of sparkling water and smiled. "This isn't wine."

"It isn't wine??"

"It really isn't wine. This is sparkling water. It basically means it's aerated mineral water. It's water, not wine. I think this is the water you drank in the spa and the thing you saw in the fridge in your Emperor Father's fridge. He seems to really like drinking this water." Song Yuan thought for a while, then continued, "Your Emperor Father doesn't like drinking alcohol. I've rarely seen him drink wine."

Saying it this way, she felt that Rong Heng was a bit of a desireless person, other than wanting to be a good emperor.

There was nothing he liked to eat, nothing he liked to drink, and he didn't like being lazy. On most days, outside of reading books, he had no other hobbies.

Back when she was in the harem, in her depression, she would think–meeting him was a mistake. Maybe he had thought the same.

Song Yuan fell deep in thought, but Rong Ting seemed to have his world views reshaped one again.