My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 7

Of course, Song Yuan wouldn’t ask the child how the sandwich was.

Rong Ting thought, perhaps it was because this strange thing was made by Mother Empress herself that the taste was tolerable.

Song Yuan pointed to the glass of milk on the table. “Remember to drink the milk. Drink milk to grow up.”

Rong Ting was angry. “You dislike that gu is not tall enough?”

How should she say it? Song Yuan was a senior member of the good-looks club. She strongly felt that, if it weren’t for the fact that this child was very cute and very charming, she would never have brought him back to her house.

The child looked to be around 1 meter tall. He was obviously a kid, but he was so scholarly and looked like a little adult.

“And you are not as tall as me” Song Yuan bickered with him. “Alright, alright, drinking milk is good for you. Drink it all, then go brush your teeth, wash your face, and take a bath. I really have to go to work tomorrow, I’m not deceiving you.”

Rong Ting stared at the cup of milk for a long time. Then he held the cup with both hands and took small sips of the milk.

Sweet, not bad.

“Mother Empress, why are there no maids in the palace?” Rong Ting had eaten and drunk to his heart’s content. His mood was good, so he was willing to chat with Song Yuan.

The decoration in this palace was very peculiar, but he had once overheard Father Emperor drunkenly say that the era that Mother Empress lived in was different from theirs, so it seemed to make sense.

But why was there no maid or eunuch?

Song Yuan was silent for a moment, and guessed that the child’s parents were fans of the ancient era. But even if the parents liked everything about the ancient era and were genuine fans, it should not affect the child. She really wondered, could this child smoothly communicate with his fellow classmates in kindergarten?

“Do you mean the housekeeping auntie?” It seemed like the child’s family’s situation was not bad. “I don’t need to hire a housekeeping auntie. I can do everything myself.”

Rong Ting stared at Song Yuan.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” Song Yuan asked him.

“Why?”

Rong Ting was extremely puzzled. “You’re living so miserably now, why did you leave Father Emperor? Is this the life you wanted?”

Song Yuan was bewildered, but still moved her chair and sat next to him. She told him very seriously: “Little boy, I really don’t understand what you’re talking about. I’m really not your mom, but don’t worry, all the police aunties and uncles will help you find your family. You can also stay here with me until your mom and dad come pick you up.”

Rong Ting was not a child who couldn’t see reason. Piecing together Song Yuan’s words and behavior, he asked tentatively: “Mother Empress, you don’t remember Father Emperor?”

Without waiting for Song Yuan to respond, Rong Ting answered himself, “Not remembering should be right. You couldn’t even remember gu, so how can you remember other people?”