Song Yuan could guess that her life in ancient times was definitely not very pleasant.
On the one hand, she could vaguely feel that these dreams were closely related to her experiences in ancient times. Perhaps they were things that she had truly experienced. From these dreams, there were times when she was happy, but even more times when she was depressed. Even in the dreams, she could still feel the feeling of powerlessness and frustration.
On the other hand, she still remembered the state she was in when she first woke up. Now that she thought about it, she should have just transmigrated back from ancient times. There was no light in her eyes, and her entire person was obscure. It was not an exaggeration to say that she was as depressed as stagnant water.
In ancient times, being an empress would not be too happy, right? According to her ostrich mentality, she should not remember unhappy things. However, she was very calm, and even had a kind of Buddhist mentality of letting nature take its course. It was not until she saw the face of her brother in the dream that she suddenly realized that there were some things that could not be forgotten.
When she was brushing her teeth in the morning, she was still thinking about whether she should make an appointment with a psychiatrist.
However, if she really faced a psychiatrist, what should she say? The psychiatrist would treat her as a lunatic, right?
How could she remember the people and things that she had forgotten? This was a problem.
Rong Ting felt that his Imperial Mother's mood was not very good early in the morning. She was still in a daze when she was eating breakfast. If he had not reminded her, she would have taken the wrong cup.
"Imperial Mother, what's wrong?" Rong Ting looked at her worriedly, "Are you sick?"
Song Yuan came back to her senses and shook her head. She pointed at her head, "I'm thinking about whether I should go see a doctor. I heard that hospitals also have treatment for amnesia."
"Imperial Mother …" Rong Ting hesitated. He was also very conflicted. There were many things that he did not understand. If Imperial Father or Imperial Mother recovered their memories, then they could solve his doubts. However, he also hoped that his Imperial Mother could be happy every day.
"It's decided then." Song Yuan's expression was relaxed, "In a few days, I'll ask around and see which hospital is better. It's better to remember some things."
Now that Gugu had been by her side for so long, and His Majesty the Emperor had also come, how could she still be muddle-headed?
"Mother, you don't have to force yourself." Rong Ting was very upset now. Why didn't he understand the situation back then? He blamed his mother for forgetting him.
"I'm not forcing it." Song Yuan squeezed some ketchup on his bread and said in a light tone, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. I've already decided. There's nothing much to do today. Do you want to go skiing?"
The two of them had been together for a long time, so Song Yuan knew how to divert his attention. Sure enough, Rong Ting's eyes lit up when he heard the word 'skiing'. "Skiing? But it's not snowing anymore. "
After breakfast, the mother and son went out. Song Yuan had already booked the tickets online. When they arrived at the ski resort, which was dozens of kilometers away from the city, it was almost noon. There were restaurants in the ski resort, but they did not sell fast food. Tourists bought instant noodles the most. Rong Ting was very interested in instant food like instant noodles. Song Yuan took Rong Ting for a stroll in the small supermarket. In the end, they had no choice but to buy two bowls of instant noodles and two cups of brewed milk tea.
She did not do a good job in her strategy. When she came here before, the restaurants sold fast food and rice. She did not consider the actual situation. Now that the New Year was only a few days away, the employees of the restaurants had already gone home for the New Year. It was already good enough to have instant noodles.
It was Rong Ting's first time eating instant noodles.
Song Yuan watched as he buried his head in the noodles. His nose was sweating. She could not help but ask, "Do you like to eat this?"
Rong Ting liked to eat noodles. Song Yuan had expected that he would like instant noodles. She also loved to eat instant noodles when she was a child. Seeing that Rong Ting was really cute, she took out her phone and took a photo when he was not paying attention. She secretly posted it on her WeChat Moments. She was now sharing bits and pieces of Rong Ting with most people. She only shared it with Chen Linjing and Song Haiping. Not long ago, she had also secretly brought Yung Heng into it. She thought that he would want to see it too.
[Mother also loved instant noodles when I was a child! Today is skiing, coo. It's going to flood the screen later!]
Building the Motherland: [He actually likes to eat instant noodles. He's really a country bumpkin.]
Cloud Breeze: [Be careful when skiing. Don't get frostbite.]
The clothes and shoes at the ski resort were all shared. Rong Ting had a slight obsession with cleanliness. Song Yuan originally thought that he would not be able to accept it. Unexpectedly, his interest in skiing temporarily defeated his obsession with cleanliness. He quickly changed into thick ski clothes and ski boots. It was almost the New Year, and today was a workday. There were not many people at the ski resort. Song Yuan even specially hired a ski resort coach to teach Rong Ting how to ski. The mother and son had a lot of fun.
Song Yuan posted on her WeChat Moments almost every ten minutes. In the end, Building the Motherland and Cloud Breeze did not comment or like it. Her grandfather and grandmother could not accept this kind of crazy behavior. Perhaps they even temporarily blocked her.
Yung Heng held his phone and refreshed it from time to time. He still did not know how to use WeChat, and his typing speed was not fast. However, he saw every post that Song Yuan posted on her WeChat Moments.
As the New Year approached, people came to visit the Xie family every day. There were especially many this year. Everyone knew that Crown Prince Xie had escaped death. Therefore, on the surface, everyone came to visit Old Master Xie, but in reality, they were here to visit Xie Heng.
Many people in wealthy families believed in superstitions. A few days ago, Old Master Xie invited a master to get rid of his grandson's bad luck. Unexpectedly, after the master saw Xie Heng, he actually said that Crown Prince Xie had great luck. This master was very capable and usually did not come out of seclusion easily. If it were not for Old Master Xie's opportunity and willingness to spend money, he would not have come to the Xie family. Old Master Xie was overjoyed. Even Xie Yanjun, who did not believe in superstitions, was very happy when he heard this. Who did not want to listen to auspicious words?
Xie Yanjun was in high spirits now. When he played cards with a few good friends, he won a few rounds in a row. Just as he was feeling happy, his driver walked in and said something into his ear. His expression instantly turned ugly. He stood up abruptly and walked out of the guest room. Mrs. Xie and Yung Heng stood on the balcony of the main building and watched. Outside the iron door was an extremely miserable middle-aged woman.
The middle-aged woman was talking to Xie Yanjun about something. She was crying and laughing.
Mrs. Xie could not see Xie Yanjun's expression clearly, but she could guess that he must be very impatient at this moment.
"Ah-Heng, accompany mother for a walk."
Mrs. Xie and Yung Heng walked out of the main building. Both of them walked past Xie Yanjun and the middle-aged woman indifferently. The mother and son had the same expression. They did not even look in that direction.
When the middle-aged woman saw Mrs. Xie and Yung Heng, she subconsciously shrank back.
Especially when she saw Yung Heng, she did not know where to look. A few months ago, she heard that Crown Prince Xie's whereabouts were unknown. When she heard her son swear that he was definitely dead and wanted her to become Mrs. Xie in a glorious manner, she was overjoyed … Now that she thought about her son's madness a while ago, she did not know if the idea that "everything in the Xie family belongs to you" that she had instilled in her son in the past was right or wrong.
Xie Yanjun, on the other hand, was very embarrassed. In front of his son and wife, what little dignity he had left, was it going to completely disappear along with these troublesome matters?
Watching the mother and son walk out of the door, their figures gradually blurred. He looked at his lover who had been with him for many years and could not help but burn with anger. For a moment, all kinds of unpleasant words came out. He had never vented his negative emotions in front of his wife because he knew that his wife had the Lu family behind her. His wife needed his "respect". His lover was different. She was originally his plaything. He could do and say whatever dirty and unpleasant things he wanted to say. To him, his lover was not a person. She was just an object, a pet. After scolding her, he had the butler chase her away. He really did not leave her any face.
"I heard from your father that he introduced a friend to you, but it seems that there's nothing else?" Mrs. Xie said softly, "That's not what I meant. I can guess what he's thinking, but don't worry. He doesn't dare to interfere in your matters now."
Yung Heng still did not speak in the Xie family. They invited many doctors, but they all said that he had suffered a psychological blow and needed to slowly recuperate.
"I remember that you said a long time ago that you wanted to marry the person you liked in the future." Mrs. Xie recalled the past and could not help but smile, "That's a good thing. I thought about it carefully. The doctor said that the old man's health is not very good. He's almost 80 this year, and it's only a few years. Speaking of which, there's something interesting that I haven't told you yet. In the past, a master told your father's fortune. He said that there would be a calamity when he was 58 years old, and it would be good if he could overcome it. But if he couldn't …" She paused, "That's why your father is very disgusted with these masters. It's only a few years until he's 58 years old, and he's also afraid. I think that you should take some things slowly. First, you should study for a few years, then come back and familiarize yourself with the company. It won't be too late to start a family after you've really established your career, right? "
"I'm not the kind of mother who forces you to get married. You can make your own decisions. As for me, I don't have many wishes. At my age, I've seen through many things. I don't care about money or power anymore. When you had that accident, I felt terrible every day. I was afraid that you would really be gone. When I thought about how there would be no descendants to pay respects to you in the future, I couldn't sleep at night. I always felt that other than me, no one would remember you. "
"Will someone remember me?" Mrs. Xie said softly.
Yung Heng almost never responded to Mrs. Xie.
He watched everything that happened in the Xie family coldly from the sidelines. This was just a microcosm of the harem, and he was already used to it.
Mrs. Xie's love for her son would not move him. He was an outsider, a bystander. But this time, for some reason, he thought of her. When she was giving birth, he couldn't sit still outside. Sometimes, he even had auditory hallucinations. He thought that someone was asking him whether he should save the mother or the child. He answered without thinking that he should save the mother. There was only a eunuch by his side. That eunuch had been with him for many years. When he heard him say that, his body trembled.
It was her first child, and it was very difficult for her to give birth. After a day and a night, she finally heard the baby crying. He ignored other people's advice and the so-called ancestors' rules and came to her side. Her voice was hoarse. She said that she wanted to see the child. She hugged the little Rong Ting, whose face was red and wrinkled. She kissed his fingers, and tears fell down her face.
Yung Heng came back to his senses. He looked at Mrs. Xie and nodded.
Someone would remember.
This was the first time he responded to Mrs. Xie.
Mrs. Xie's expression was blank. She looked at her son in front of her, and her eyes were red. She quickly turned her head to hide the tears in her eyes and said in a choked voice, "Thank you." quot;
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