Song Yuan quickly conjured up an image of the Emperor in her mind: thick dark circles under his eyes and a weak chicken's body.
Actually, it wasn't a big problem for men to have reproductive problems.
However, Song Yuan couldn't accept that her partner had such a problem. She had such double standards ~
"Your Imperial Father, en …" Song Yuan wasn't a sharp-tongued person, so she naturally wouldn't reveal her opinions about the Emperor in front of a child, "Is his hair alright?"
Rong Ting stared at her and was silent for a while before he replied honestly, "Imperial Mother actually knows that Imperial Father's hair has turned white?"
Song Yuan was stunned and blurted out without thinking, "White hair? You just said that he's in his prime! "
Heavens! Could it be that she really slept with an old man and had a child with him? No, she couldn't accept this kind of arrangement!
Rong Ting was also shocked by Song Yuan's reaction. When he came back to his senses, he frowned and said, "This Prince said that this Prince wouldn't lie to Imperial Mother. Imperial Father is indeed in his prime!"
"Then why is his hair white!"
This obviously made Rong Ting unable to answer. The palace maids, eunuchs, and even the grand tutor wouldn't discuss Imperial Father in front of him. He didn't know much about Imperial Father. Compared to Imperial Father, he was more concerned about Imperial Mother. "Ever since this Prince can remember, Imperial Father's hair has turned white. However, Imperial Mother, this Prince has never lied to you. Imperial Father is indeed in his prime. He's probably only a few years older than Imperial Mother. "
The more she understood this Emperor, the more Song Yuan felt that this was a dangerous topic.
If they continued to talk and understand each other, she was afraid that she really wouldn't be able to get past this hurdle.
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about him." Song Yuan took the initiative to end the topic. She said to Rong Ting, "It's a weekend today, so there are a lot of people everywhere. I'm afraid that you won't be used to it. Let's walk around here. There's a bookstore nearby. I see that you like reading, so I'll buy you a few books, okay?"
After all, Rong Ting was still a child, and his attention was quickly diverted. He really liked to read books, and even if he didn't understand the words here, under his mother's guidance, he now had a rough understanding of the rules. If he was given a little more time, he might be able to understand it.
"Imperial Mother, do we have any ink, paper, and inkstone at home?" Rong Ting was an obedient child. Even though this was his mother's residence, no matter how curious he was, he only took a quick glance and didn't dare to examine it in detail, let alone look through his mother's things without her permission.
"Gu can't neglect his studies. I haven't practiced writing in a few days. If I become unfamiliar with it after returning to the palace, it won't be good."
Song Yuan was a little surprised. She pulled Rong Ting to sit on the sofa and found a book and pen from the drawer of the coffee table. She casually wrote two words on the paper, "Do you know how to use this kind of pen?"
Alright, she felt that her question was nonsense. How could an ancient person know how to use a ink pen?
"Alright then, let's go out now and buy you a few books. I'll also buy you some ink, paper, and inkstone." Song Yuan thought for a bit. For the sake of insurance, she said: "But let's say this in advance. You shouldn't be too picky when it comes to ink, paper, and inkstone. After all, this isn't the ancient times."
Rong Ting thought that his mother was embarrassed because she didn't have enough money.
He felt a little depressed. Looking at Song Yuan's smiling face, he sighed inwardly and nodded: "Gu understands."
He wouldn't make things difficult for his mother, nor would he make her sad.
Song Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. Although this child was a little arrogant and awkward at times, he was still very reliable and sensible at critical times. If he really was that kind of brat, no matter how close she was to him, she would still consciously distance herself from him.
The two of them took advantage of the good weather and went out to the nearby bookstore.
There were many cars and people everywhere on the weekend. Song Yuan thought that the bookstore wasn't too far away from home, so she didn't drive. Instead, she held Rong Ting's hand and walked there.
At first, Rong Ting couldn't adapt to Song Yuan's closeness. Later, without Song Yuan taking the initiative, he reached out his hand and gestured for her to hold his hand. He was also very confident about this, "Gu is unfamiliar with this place!"
Song Yuan stifled her laughter. Looking at his little face, she felt that it was very interesting, "Yes, yes, yes. I will definitely hold His Highness' hand and won't let you get lost ~"
Hearing his mother call him "His Highness", Rong Ting's ears quietly turned red.
The two of them held hands and walked on the road facing the sun. Rong Ting was still shocked by everything in this city. Not only were there tall buildings, there were also cars that sped by.
He looked at the places that entered his eyes in amazement.
"Mother's hometown is actually like this …"
Rong Ting almost couldn't take it all.
He wasn't ignorant. On the contrary, he was born as the crown prince, so his vision wasn't narrow. On the contrary, it was very broad. He could tell how good his mother's hometown was.
If his mother couldn't forget it and wasn't even willing to return to the palace with him, then it wasn't like he couldn't understand.
According to the old palace maid, his mother was steady and could be the mother of a nation. However, the mother in front of him was cheerful and bright.
Mother, I only want you to be happy.
The two of them went to the bookstore. On the weekend, the bookstore was especially lively. Rong Ting didn't know what books were good. He had never come into contact with such books before. It was Song Yuan who helped him pick out a few story books suitable for children his age. Of course, she also picked out a set of father and son works that were selling very well. She didn't know if he had studied mathematics before, so she also gave him an introductory mathematics book.
Rong Ting was very happy.
Actually, he didn't express his joy like other children his age. However, after two days of interaction, the attentive Song Yuan could already tell his emotions. Just like now, he was hugging these books tightly. His eyes were very bright and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. This meant that this child was so happy that he wanted to fly.
As early as when Song Yuan was in junior high school, the interest classes were already very popular. Now, many parents would send their children to learn calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting. Therefore, it wasn't difficult to buy a set of paper, ink, brush, and inkstone on the market. They bought it after visiting a few shops. However, Rong Ting didn't like this set of ink, paper, and inkstone. Of course, he didn't complain.
After buying the ink, paper, and inkstone, Rong Ting didn't want to shop outside anymore. His reason was very good. "I don't want to be sized up by others."
This was his mother's hometown. Even in the palace, how many people dared to look at him like this and even take out an unknown object to point at him?
Song Yuan pinched his ear. "Those young ladies think that you are very cute and very handsome. That's why they took out their phones to take pictures of you. I've already stopped them. You look really handsome in the ancient costume. You look better than all the children in the costume dramas."
Rong Ting corrected her seriously. "Mother, you can't pay attention to appearance. Moreover, I am a man. The talent in my belly is far more important than my appearance."
Song Yuan: "…"
She was actually being lectured by a child.
When the two of them returned home, it was almost noon. Song Yuan didn't care about Rong Ting. She washed her hands, put on an apron, and went into the kitchen. Rong Ting's mouth was really good. He didn't like to eat takeout. No matter the taste of the food that she cooked, he would be very supportive.
When Song Yuan finished her work and came out of the kitchen, Rong Ting was already writing something that looked like he knew how to write.
She was very curious about the level of calligraphy of a five- or six-year-old child in ancient times, so she went over to take a look. She was very surprised when she saw that Rong Ting was writing traditional characters. She had never learned calligraphy before, so she couldn't evaluate the strength of the style. However, at a glance, the calligraphy was indeed very good.
Song Yuan wasn't good at other things, but she still knew how to flatter people.
Rong Ting was very pleased with her praise, and there was a faint smug expression on his face. However, when he thought of his Imperial Father's daily teachings to him to guard against arrogance and rashness, he immediately said very modestly, "My calligraphy is only average. The Grand Tutor once said that Imperial Father's calligraphy and painting is unparalleled in the world."
Song Yuan: "…"
This was probably the filter of his own son. In view of the fact that he had white hair and only one son who was suspected to have an unspeakable illness, Song Yuan naturally didn't have the impulse to fantasize about this emperor.
"Mother, try it." Rong Ting handed the brush in his hand to Song Yuan.
Song Yuan had never learned calligraphy before, but she still took the brush. After thinking about it, she solemnly wrote three words on the rice paper: "It's time to eat."
She was used to writing with a ballpoint pen and a fountain pen. Suddenly using a brush, although the calligraphy wasn't as bad as a dog's crawl, it wasn't good looking either.
Rong Ting carefully observed the three words Song Yuan wrote. His expression was very serious, just like the Grand Tutor who usually checked his homework. In the end, he raised his head and said, "Imperial Father lied to me."
"What do you mean?"
"When I was young, I didn't like to practice calligraphy. Imperial Father once told me that both he and Imperial Mother's calligraphy were good, but how could their son not be good at it? Since then, I have practiced calligraphy diligently."
Song Yuan had a bold thought. Could it be that the little tadpole Gugu had found the wrong mother?
She knew it. The clever and skillful person that Gugu spoke of was clearly not her, and the person that the emperor spoke of was definitely not her!
Of course, the person who understood her the most was herself. A person like her would never transmigrate to ancient times and become a virtuous lady who was proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
When they finished eating and cleaned up the dishes, Song Yuan was still humming: "The little tadpole found its mother and found a fish. It called its mother and the fish wagged its tail. Child, I'm not your mother ~"
Rong Ting heard her singing and walked over from the living room. He poked his little head in and asked, "Imperial Mother, are you singing?"
"Child, I'm not your mother ~"
Rong Ting: "…"
***
On Saturday night, Song Yuan had a dream.
Strangely, everything was hazy in the dream, and she couldn't see the other person's face clearly.
It was nighttime, and everything seemed to be in a state of deep sleep. Everything was white as far as the eye could see, as if it was snowing heavily. The man brought her up the city gate tower. She couldn't see his face clearly, but she could feel the man's gentleness and carefulness. He raised his hand and brushed away the snowflakes on her cloak. He held her hand.
She also looked outside the city gate tower with him.
It was as if she couldn't feel the cold.
What entered her eyes was the vastness of the world.
The man said some words to her, but she couldn't hear them clearly. In the end, he said in a low voice that he would never let her down.
She was very happy in the dream.
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