My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

108-111 (End)

Chapter 108 - Extra 5

Rong Ting didn't have much time to feel sad.

As the crown prince, he was busy, and as the emperor, he was even busier. He was only thirteen this year, but fortunately, his Emperor Father, the Movie Emperor, had planned for this possibility. As early as when he was carrying out his fake death escape plan two years ago, Emperor Father had been slowly paving the way for him. Now, the power was in his hands, and he didn't need to bend to another's will like the previous young emperor. He had taken Emperor Father's place half a year ago and had been in training for a long time, so when the country was handed over to him, there were no internal or external troubles. The breeze was sweet and the rains were abundant; although he was busy, he was excellent in his work.

He had promised Empress Mother to take good care of his eyes and did not read late at night under candlelight. Evening was approaching. He had completed reviewing memorials and finished his meal, so he wanted to take a walk to promote digestion.

The autumn nights had come early, but fortunately the weather was comfortable, and the people were well. His only complaint was that there was no one with whom to hold a conversation.

The only company at the peak was the bitter cold; sitting in the position of emperor and wanting to find a confidant was practically a fool's dream.

He paced slowly, trying to relax his brain. Walk after dinner, live to ninety-nine. In the modern era, he used to often take walks with Empress Mother. Those times were truly rare, beautiful memories.

He wondered, have Emperor Father and Empress Mother reunited?

Thinking that Empress Mother would seek justice for him and toss Emperor Father about well, he couldn't resist a snicker.

From his birth to now, thirteen years have passed. In these thirteen years, except for that half a year in the modern era, Emperor Father had always been alone. He had seen Emperor Father sitting blankly in Kunning Palace, and he had seen Emperor Father looking around the plum garden in a trance. Rong Ting thought, compared to his longing for Empress Mother, Emperor Father should miss her much more.

He wouldn't get involved in the matters between his parents. Whether it was Emperor Father or Empress Mother, both had their difficulties. He could not feel their emotions as though they were his own, so he could only stand in the position of an outsider.

Just as Rong Ting was lost in thought, he passed by the Imperial Garden when he suddenly heard a burst of song.

The singing was melodious, but intermittent, perhaps because it was a distance away. It was no exaggeration to say that Rong Ting, who had spent half a year in the modern era, was unable to appreciate the songs and dances of this era, especially singing... After all, Empress Mother's car played BabyBus, children's songs, and so on. He had also listened to many top hits. In ancient times, he was already at the forefront of fashion. So hearing this song coming from the palace in the evening, Rong Ting only felt goosebumps rising.

Once before, Grandfather had taken him on a trip to the Forbidden City. At that time, they had hired a local tour guide. Grandfather was very interested in strange incidents in the Forbidden City, so he asked the tour guide about them. He and the tour guide were of the same mind, and the two old men began to vividly discuss those rumors without a shred of consideration for the child next to them...

The number of people in the harem had decreased by a fair amount, and a group of palace maids and eunuchs had been released several days ago, so now the palace truly felt a bit empty. Rong Ting recalled what that tour guide had said, and his expression changed.