Upon hearing the words "Imperial Father", Yung Heng's face flashed with confusion. He looked at Rong Ting and spoke as if he were talking to a child, "Little friend, what did you call me?"
Not to mention Yung Heng, even Song Yuan was stunned and couldn't react for a moment.
Rong Ting got down from his chair. Before Song Yuan could react, he walked in front of Yung Heng and bowed very seriously. At this moment, he restrained all the shock on his face, unlike the relaxed expression he had when facing Song Yuan. At this moment, every nerve in his body was tense. "Son greets Imperial Father!"
Yung Heng looked at him, then looked at Song Yuan. His expression was helpless, as if he didn't know what had happened. He took a step back and looked at Song Yuan in panic. "Miss Song, w-what's going on?"
All of this happened too suddenly and didn't give anyone a chance to prepare. After Song Yuan reacted, she pulled Rong Ting behind her to protect him. She said to him very seriously, "Gugu, you've got the wrong person. This is Uncle Xie, mother's friend."
She didn't expect this to happen, but she was afraid that Yung Heng would notice something. She turned her head and forced a smile at him. "Mr. Xie, I'm sorry. My son likes to watch period dramas. He's just playing with you."
Fortunately, Rong Ting was still young. If he did something like this, the adults would think that he was playing a prank and being naughty.
Rong Ting was actually still in shock. He didn't expect that Imperial Father would really come, and right in front of him.
When he heard Song Yuan's words, he frowned, but accidentally met Yung Heng's gaze. "Imperial Father, son didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation with the State Preceptor. Son just misses Imperial Mother too much."
He thought that Yung Heng was also blaming him.
Yung Heng was stunned, and the confusion on his face deepened. He looked at Song Yuan and said hesitantly, "Is that so? Are you really playing with me? "
Song Yuan replied resolutely and decisively, "It's true. Mr. Xie, I'm sorry. Children are quite naughty."
Rong Ting wasn't an idiot. When he saw the conversation between his Imperial Father and Imperial Mother, he quickly realized that something was wrong. It was fine that his Imperial Mother had lost her memory, but how could his Imperial Father also seem to have forgotten him?
"Imperial Mother, this is Imperial Father. How could I not recognize my Imperial Father!" Rong Ting was anxious, but his reverence for his Imperial Father was so deep that he couldn't say anything to Rong Heng. He could only grab Song Yuan's sleeve and say seriously, "Imperial Mother, I didn't make a mistake. This is Imperial Father."
Imperial Father's Imperial Father.... Imperial Father's Imperial Father.......... father. Don't tell me that you also don't remember anything, just like Imperial Mother? "
Song Yuan knew Rong Ting very well. This child was really obedient when he was obedient, but he was also really stubborn when he was stubborn. He was very opinionated and very good at thinking. At this moment, he seemed to be sure that Mr. Xie was his Imperial Father, so he wouldn't change his mind even if they continued to talk like this. However, this would make Mr. Xie feel very awkward. She had invited him to dinner, but she hadn't even sat down before this incident happened.
After thinking about it, Song Yuan felt that she probably couldn't eat today, so she said to him, "Mr. Xie, I'm sorry, but it's not suitable for dinner today. How about I treat you another day?"
She knew that it was very inappropriate and impolite for her to say this, but she really had no other choice.
Yung Heng was stunned, then he smiled and said, "Since you're here, let's eat together. I think you two have something to talk about, and I also have something to talk to the driver about. I'll leave for a while."
While Song Yuan was hesitating, Yung Heng turned around and left the private room. He was very considerate and closed the door behind him.
Suddenly, only Song Yuan and Rong Ting were left in the private room.
Song Yuan turned around and pulled Rong Ting to sit down. She asked very seriously, "Gugu, why did you call Mr. Xie 'Imperial Father'? He's clearly not your Imperial Father."
Rong Ting said firmly, "He's my Imperial Father. I didn't mistake him for someone else. As a son, how can I not recognize my own parents? "
He and his Imperial Father had depended on each other in the palace for several years. He remembered his Imperial Father's words and actions, as well as his subtle expressions. It was impossible for him to mistake his Imperial Father.
"Then, does Mr. Xie look a lot like your Imperial Father?" Song Yuan pondered for a while and asked.
Rong Ting nodded, "No, he doesn't look like him. He's my Imperial Father, not Mr. Xie."
Could there really be two people who looked exactly the same in the world?
Song Yuan realized that she had almost been fooled. She shook off the thoughts that she shouldn't have. "Rong Ting, listen to me. There might really be people who look very similar or even exactly the same in this world. After all, the world is so big. Anything can happen. But I think that Mr. Xie definitely isn't your Imperial Father. Think about it. If your Imperial Father also came over, then he wouldn't have any status in this world, just like you. The reason why you have a status and a household registration is because you're my child. If your Imperial Father came over, who would know him? Not to mention living like an ordinary person, without status, family, friends, and money, it would be difficult for ancient people to live in the modern world. "
"I've told you about Mr. Xie's family background. He's from a wealthy family in the capital. He has family and friends. Logically speaking, he can't be your Imperial Father. What do you think?"
Rong Ting was silent for a moment. He looked at Song Yuan with a hurt expression. "Imperial Mother, even you don't believe me? I really didn't recognize the wrong person. That's Imperial Father. "
Song Yuan couldn't bear to see the child like this. She reached out and hugged him. She patted his back and comforted him. "It's not that I don't believe you. It's just that this matter is really too strange. How about this? Your grandfather knows more about the capital. We can first inquire about the Xie family's situation and then look at Uncle Xie's old photos. Maybe there really are two people who look exactly the same in this world. Since we're all out today, let's have a good meal first, okay? Don't you want to eat hotpot mutton? "
Rong Ting slowly calmed down and shook his head. "It's not the appearance. It's not the appearance. That's Imperial Father. I definitely didn't recognize the wrong person." He paused. "Imperial Mother, didn't we do a paternity test back then? We can do it now. It can prove that I didn't recognize the wrong person. "
Song Yuan was dumbfounded. "This … this isn't appropriate, is it?"
How long had she known Mr. Xie? How could she have the nerve to make such a request? Others would think that she was crazy!
"Back then, Imperial Mother didn't believe that I was your child either. She only believed it after doing a paternity test."
"But …" She was really embarrassed to ask Mr. Xie. However, Gugu's stubborn look was really giving her a headache! If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have brought him here.
Just as the mother and son were talking, there was a knock on the door. Then, Yung Heng came in from outside.
When Rong Ting saw him, he couldn't help but straighten his body. Just as he was about to call out to him, Song Yuan tugged at him and shook her head at him.
Rong Ting had no choice but to swallow the words "Imperial Father" back down.
Although he was very afraid of Imperial Father, since Imperial Mother had hinted so, he couldn't go against Imperial Mother. In the future, Imperial Father probably wouldn't blame him when he remembered.
Originally, in Song Yuan's plan, eating Beijing's authentic instant-boiled mutton in the middle of winter was simply too blissful. However, after that incident, the atmosphere in the private room was very strange and made everyone lose their appetite.
Yung Heng was indeed a gentleman. "Little friend, your zhajiang noodles seem to have gone cold. Ask the waiter to inform the kitchen to make another bowl."
"No need." Song Yuan shook her head. "Don't waste it. Just add some hot soup to the zhajiang noodles and mix it up."
When Rong Ting first came here, he really played the role of a crown prince who "didn't care about the suffering of the common people" vividly. Later, under Song Yuan's education and example, he began to learn not to waste things.
Rong Ting didn't say anything after that, but he would look at Yung Heng from time to time.
He gradually fell into confusion. He was very sure that this person was Imperial Father, but why did Imperial Father become different?
It was as if he had become a different person. Imperial Father was serious and always expressionless. The civil and military officials were afraid of him, and the imperial concubines in the harem were even more afraid of him. Even as his only son, he was also afraid of him.
But how did Imperial Father become like this? He actually talked and laughed with Imperial Mother and even took the initiative to use the shared chopsticks to cook mutton for him. His tone was gentle, and his actions were even more careful and considerate.
Was this still Imperial Father?
The three of them didn't really enjoy the instant-boiled mutton. Song Yuan took her phone to the front desk to pay the bill. When she left the private room, she whispered to Rong Ting, "Don't say those strange things to Uncle Xie. Don't say anything. When he asks you a question, just smile, understand?"
Rong Ting nodded reluctantly.
Originally, Yung Heng wanted to pay the bill, but Song Yuan refused to agree. When he went to the bathroom, she quickly left the private room to pay the bill at the front desk.
When Yung Heng returned, only Rong Ting was in the private room.
He sat down next to Rong Ting.
Rong Ting subconsciously shrank back.
Yung Heng's eyes were full of smiles. "Little friend, you seem to be very afraid of me?"
Rong Ting remembered Song Yuan's advice. He shook his head hesitantly and didn't answer his question.
Seeing him like this, the smile on Yung Heng's face deepened. "Did you receive the calligraphy exercises I asked your mother to give you?"
Rong Ting nodded hesitantly. He whispered in his heart, Imperial Father, I received them.
"Did you practice calligraphy every day?"
Rong Ting continued to nod. Of course, he didn't dare to slack off every day, let alone neglect his studies.
"That's good. I'll find you some good calligraphy exercises another day and give them to you. "
Rong Ting stared at him. He didn't know why, but he felt that this person was Imperial Father. In the past, he always hoped that Imperial Father would treat him better, smile at him more often, and talk to him more. Now that Imperial Father had really become like this, he actually had a feeling that "Imperial Father has become scarier than before" …
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