My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 9

Rong Ting was not used to such intimate contact, but he didn’t say anything. His ears slowly flushed red.

After getting out of the car, he wanted to tell Song Yuan that mothers and sons should also observe propriety, and she shouldn’t treat him like a child, but the words on his lips were swallowed back.

In any case, Father Emperor wasn’t here, nor was that annoying scribe6, so it was fine!

Rong Ting was no stranger to the elevator. He had a vague idea of its function.

Quietly standing, his body as stiff as a board. He was not unknowing, and he also wasn’t full of curiosity.

There were other people in the elevator. These days, there were many who liked ancient era clothing, and as an era of rapid development, people were becoming more and more tolerant. Most people were already accustomed to seeing hanfu and lolita dresses7.

It was very interesting to see a small child wearing a period costume. Rong Ting wore a white robe embroidered with gold thread, and his hairstyle was like those in ancient era dramas. It attracted a lot of attention.

Stepping out of the elevators, some people took out their phones, wanting to take photos of Rong Ting.

Song Yuan smiled at the girls as she shook her head in a gesture of refusal.

The girls understood her meaning and felt somewhat embarrassed.

After all, it was a bit awkward to take photos of another family’s child and be caught by the guardian.

Nobody thought that Song Yuan was Rong Ting’s mom. It was only that they looked very similar, so they must be brother and sister.

This shopping mall had supermarkets, restaurants, movie theaters, and brand-name clothing stores. It was a weekday, so there were no people. There were very many people on the weekends.

Song Yuan hadn’t bought new clothes in a long time. Knowing that Rong Ting wouldn’t have the patience to accompany her as she shopped, she led Rong Ting straight to the children’s section.

After Song Yuan brought Rong Ting into the children’s clothing store, she was drawn to the girls’ skirts.

“Girls’ clothes nowadays are so beautiful, ba!”

“Seeing it makes me want to have a daughter!”

Rong Ting didn’t expect that the dignified, kind, and gentle Mother Empress spoken of by the old maid would be so silly8.

She was different from what he imagined, but such a Mother Empress was also very good. At least she looked happy.

“Some officials had written memorials once, suggesting that Father Emperor lacked heirs, with only gu by his knees9, and hoped that Father Emperor would draft more beauties and expand the rear palace. Father Emperor was furious.” Rong Ting came over to Song Yuan and lowered his voice: “Since Mother Empress wants to have a princess, why leave Father Emperor?”

Song Yuan felt her scalp numb at these words, but she still reached out to pat Rong Ting’s shoulder, “Little boy, don’t ruin my shopping experience, the consequences are very serious.”