My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

104-107

And Rong Ting didn't disappoint–compared to Rong Heng at the same age, he was much more outstanding.

What made Rong Heng gratified was that perhaps his son really would become an open and upright emperor. A much better emperor than himself.

He could consider it to be a justification to this country and his people.

"Is there anything else?" Rong Heng asked him.

Only then did Rong Ting recall the matter, and his expression sank. From his standpoint, he didn't wish for Emperor Father to be emotionally involved with anyone. Although Emperor Father had indeed remained alone in these past few years, it was just the ending of Emperor Father's choosing. If Emperor Father fell in love with another, or was together with someone, he was absolutely unable to accept it, especially when he thought that Empress Mother may also have someone in modern times. He felt it was very unfair.

"Emperor Father, I heard that you run around the palace every morning now." Rong Ting knew that Emperor Father wasn't Empress Mother. Even if they had gotten much closer due to their adventures in modern times, Emperor Father still wasn't someone he could treat presumptuously.

Objectively speaking, as his son, Rong Ting did indeed lack any position to evaluate or have an opinion on Emperor Father's harem affairs. If the topic of him asking Emperor Father to keep his body as pure as jade for his "deceased" Empress Mother were to spread out, one feared that even his staunch supporter, the Grand Tutor, would denounce him as unfilial.

Rong Heng gave him a glance. "Morning runs are good for one's health."

"But you've never jogged before."

Rong Ting spoke euphemistically. Before, the emperor would rest every day after reviewing memorials. But now, things were different. Getting up in the morning, when it might not be light out and the temperature might even be cold, to go jogging? This was too suspicious!

"That was then, this is now." Rong Heng shot him a look. "You ran all the way here to find me because of this?"

Of course not.

Rong Ting shook his head. "I was too worried about Emperor Father. I heard that Emperor Father would frequently consult the imperial physicians recently and feared that Emperor Father had fallen ill. Emperor Father, you are the pillar of the Great Ye dynasty."

Rong Heng's expression changed minutely at his words.

He cleared his throat. "I'm fine."

He didn't want to tell Rong Ting, but that was fine, because Rong Ting had already inquired. Emperor Father was summoning the imperial physician to ask about techniques for maintaining his health and beauty!

As the ruler of a country, did Emperor Father still need to maintain his youth? How many people dared to look directly at the Son of Heaven's face? What's more, as the emperor, what appearance or figure needed to be maintained? He concluded: Emperor Father's current appearance really was like that of someone who had fallen in love.

Empress Mother said that people who were in love would always pay special attention to their image. Sloppy men might clean themselves up, or at least look much cleaner on the outside. Women would buy new clothes and makeup...

"Emperor Father, you said that we are father and son. There should be no secrets between father and son. I just want to ask you, are you..." Rong Ting paused, pursing his lips. He felt sad for his Empress Mother. "Do you have someone you admire?"

Without waiting for Rong Heng's answer, Rong Ting continued in a steady tone, "In these many years, I know that you have been alone. Other than national events, there has been nothing else in your life. Now, you are in the prime of your life. If you have a person you admire, this son will naturally give his blessing."