My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Rong Heng: Weak_pitiful_helpless.jpg

After Song Yuan came out of the ward, she took a deep breath.

Fortunately, she didn’t have a particularly impulsive temper. Otherwise, she would have “talked reason” with Rong Heng as soon as she entered the ward, but then be told that what he gave to Rong Ting was only water. Wouldn’t that have been mortifying?

In the past twenty years, Song Yuan had never lost face, but she didn’t want to be too embarrassed in front of Rong Heng because it would make her look stupid.

Thankfully, thankfully she knew she had to confirm first. Otherwise, how would it have ended?

Song Yuan was holding the bottle of sparkling water Rong Ting had mistaken for alcohol, but her mind was occupied with what had happened just now.

She’d known Rong Heng for several years. What was that look on his face just now? Dumbfounded, cautious and nervous. In particular, when he was wearing that hospital gown, for some reason, she suddenly thought of that weak_pitiful_helpless reaction meme. She burst out laughing, unable to hold it back.

This was the first time since she’d gotten to know him that she’d seen such an expression on his face.

There was a mirror on the wall. She turned her head and accidentally caught a glimpse of the bright smile on her face. Stunned, the smile on her face receded. She looked down at the bottle of sparkling water in her hand, a smile flashing in her eyes.

Rong Ting was sitting obediently in the bench placed in the hallway. He hurriedly stood up when he saw his Empress Mother coming out of the ward, his line of sight falling on the wine in her hand. Immediately growing nervous, he hurriedly came up to her and asked tentatively, “Empress Mother, did you and Emperor Father quarrel?”

“We didn’t quarrel.” It was completely just a misunderstanding and her being too careless. If she had just calmed down and really thought about it, she should have known–with Rong Heng’s high expectations and standards for Rong Ting, there was no way he would give him alcohol!

Song Yuan twisted off the cap, and under Rong Ting’s stupefied expression, she drank several mouthfuls in one go.

She really liked this brand of sparkling water. It was sweet, like soda. But the one Rong Heng drank… wasn’t so sweet. Instead, it tasted a little strange. Rong Ting had never drunk sparkling water or alcohol before, and this sparkling water bottle did look a bit like a sake bottle. It wasn’t surprising that Rong Ting misunderstood.

“Empress Mother…” Rong Ting’s eyes opened wide.

Song Yuan shook the bottle of sparkling water and smiled. “This isn’t wine.”

“It isn’t wine??”

“It really isn’t wine. This is sparkling water. It basically means it’s aerated mineral water. It’s water, not wine. I think this is the water you drank in the spa and the thing you saw in the fridge in your Emperor Father’s fridge. He seems to really like drinking this water.” Song Yuan thought for a while, then continued, “Your Emperor Father doesn’t like drinking alcohol. I’ve rarely seen him drink wine.”

Saying it this way, she felt that Rong Heng was a bit of a desireless1 person, other than wanting to be a good emperor.

There was nothing he liked to eat, nothing he liked to drink, and he didn’t like being lazy. On most days, outside of reading books, he had no other hobbies.

Back when she was in the harem, in her depression, she would think–meeting him was a mistake. Maybe he had thought the same.

Song Yuan fell deep in thought, but Rong Ting seemed to have his world views reshaped one again.

He had thought that he had the potential to drink a thousand cups without toppling, that he was a strong drinker, but it turns out… what Emperor Father drank was not wine, but water???

What the heck, what a disappointment.

Though he thought this in his heart, Rong Ting didn’t dare to show it. He “exaggeratedly” patted his chest with a look of rejoicing. “That’s great, Empress Mother, you don’t have to be angry. I have not drunk wine. Wine is not a good thing; I will not touch it.” He paused, feeling that he shouldn’t be too absolute. Who knew how things would change in the future? He added, “I will listen to Grandfather–I will not touch it until I am at least eighteen.”

How quick-witted he was!

Song Yuan gave him a glance, instantly seeing through his thoughts. “You’d better do as you said.”

“I will certainly do as promised.”

The mother and son walked into the elevator.

Over in the ward, Rong Heng got out of bed and walked over to the desk where the mini fridge was placed. With a befuddled look, he opened the fridge, but he was still unable to figure out what had just happened. How strange–he was certain he hadn’t seen wrong. She definitely came in in an aggressive manner, and for a second he suspected she was going to give him a sound lashing. But in just a few seconds, her face changed faster than flipping a book… how should he put it? At the very end, the words she said to him and her smiling expression made him feel extremely out of sorts.

Was she really just thirsty?

It really wasn’t originally to quarrel with him?

Rong Heng’s goal had been achieved, so there was no need to stay in the hospital any longer. After the fever died down, he had Sun Qiming assist him with the discharge procedures.

He still hadn’t determined whether this trick of wronging himself to gain her compassion was useful or not, but regardless, he had reached the stopping point and couldn’t take it too far.

It was just a common cold and fever. If he stayed in the hospital for longer, she would inevitably start to suspect him.

Song Yuan received a call from her bestie Xie Ya, who invited her to a hot spring in the neighboring city. Two other friends were also going. Xie Ya had a stroke of fortune2 this year; her hometown was going to be demolished. After doing some calculations, Xie Ya should be able to get about one million3. Transforming from a poor family into a millionaire rich woman left Xie Ya so happy she couldn’t sleep for several nights. The end-of-year bonus was also pretty substantial, so she grandly booked a night in a villa in the neighboring city’s hot spring. She wanted to bring a few girlfriends to enjoy it together~

Ever since they graduated, Song Yuan had much fewer opportunities to meet up with her friends. Everyone was busy with their own work and lives, and there was no way for them to get together as often as they did in their days as students. She wanted to agree, but when she recalled that they were staying for one night, she couldn’t make up her mind. Her parents were busy networking during this period and didn’t have the time to help her look after the child…

After thinking about it, she thought of Rong Heng.

If he was just Rong Heng, she would definitely ask him to take Rong Ting for two days–after all, he was Rong Ting’s dad. But he was also Xie Heng. She didn’t know whether or not to ask.

Finally, Song Yuan gritted her teeth and dialed Rong Heng’s number.

It was a rare chance for her and her friends to get together. She really didn’t want to miss it.

Rong Heng was reading books and newspapers when the cell phone on the desk vibrated. He picked it up and impatiently glanced at the screen. When he saw that it was Song Yuan calling, he thought he was seeing it wrongly. After staring blankly, he snapped out of his daze and hurriedly answered. His speed was extremely fast, but his tone was still unhurried. “Hello.”

Song Yuan was only thinking of giving it a try. She hedged, “Um, are you free tomorrow and the day after? Are you busy?”

If he didn’t have time and was busy, then forget it.

Her parents used to be like this. When her mother was very busy and didn’t have time to take care of her, she would call her dad. If her dad was free, he would take care of her; if he wasn’t, he would send her to her grandma and grandpa’s house.

Rong Heng was unable to react.

Was she asking him out to do something? His heartbeat sped up, and he unconsciously straightened his back. The thing he had always been hoping for had happened, but he was blank.

In modern communication, silence was pretty much a refusal. Song Yuan wasn’t surprised. She smiled again and said, “If you’re not free then forget it. I was just…”

Before she finished speaking, she heard the other person’s quick response. “No, no, I was just finishing something up. You just asked me if I was free tomorrow and the day after, right? I’m free, not busy at all.”

“You really are free?” Song Yuan confirmed.

“I really am.”

Hearing him say this, Song Yuan relaxed and wasn’t polite. “That’s great. I have a date with my friends tomorrow and the day after, and I don’t think I’ll have time to take care of Rong Ting. Since you have time, you can take care of him. I’ve already talked to him, and he agreed.”

Rong TIng was very sensible. For him, being with Empress Mother was naturally the best, but Empress Mother had her own affairs. He wouldn’t make an unreasonable fuss. Being with Emperor Father was also fine~

…

…..

What was the feeling of riding a roller coaster? It was precisely this.

Rong Heng’s expression settled down, and he restored his previous composure. He gave a very calm ‘en.’ “Okay.”

Song Yuan was ecstatic. After hanging up, she immediately announced in her friends group chat that she was going too.

She hadn’t played with her friends in so long!

Although it was only a two day, one night trip, Song Yuan was still excited. She packed two sets of swimsuits alone and put on the new dress she bought this year. She ran up in front of Rong Ting, who was still practicing his calligraphy, and spun in a circle, asking him, “How does it look?”

It was an apricot knitted dress, matched with a coat. She was particularly fond of it.

Rong Ting lifted his head to take a look, somewhat helpless. “Empress Mother, if I remember correctly, I was next to you when you bought this dress. You asked me, and I answered.”

“Why are you so impatient?” Song Yuan waved her hand. She pinched her arm with a look of distress. “It was fall when I bought this dress, and it’s been a year now. I may have gained some weight, and how I looked wearing it back then might not be the same when I wear it now.”

Rong Ting felt a pressure that he shouldn’t have to bear at his age.

He had no choice but to say, “Looks good.”

The clothes here looked strange, but after seeing them over time, he was used to them.

Song Yuan also knew that asking Rong Ting was a waste of time. Don’t just look at his age–he already possessed the characteristics of a straight steel man4. Whatever she wore, he would say it looked good, extremely perfunctorily.

If it weren’t for the fact that they were the only living things in the house, she wouldn’t have caught the child and asked him.

“Forget it.” Song Yuan turned around. “I won’t ask you. You focus on your calligraphy–I’m going to do my nails. New year new me5!”

She headed to the bedroom. Rong Ting was still holding the brush, staring at her back. He couldn’t hold back his smile.

Perhaps it was a good thing for Empress Mother to go out and play with her friends. At the very least, she seemed to be happy again.

Rong Ting stared at the xuan paper spread out on the desk and solemnly wrote four words on the paper–

Wear a smile often.

May Empress Mother smile often.

[1] 无欲无求: without desires or wants

[2] 时来运转: the time comes, fortune turns; to have a lucky break

[3] ~$155k (as of the time of translation)

[4] 钢铁直男: the ‘straight’ here doesn’t describe sexuality, but rather a specific type of guy. ‘Straight men’ are typically described as inconsiderate or a little lacking in the emotional/romantic department. This site has a video talking about the term more in depth, if you’re interested.

[5] 新年新气象: the raws actually said something more like “new year new atmosphere.”

Cheese: gejaiogpegogeafo i sincerely apologize for the inelegant calligraphy translation orz kindly skip over it and pretend it doesn’t exist