My Son is a Transmigrated Prince Chapter 1

Song Yuan has been stunned recently. If it weren't for her boss, who is the head of the company, she would have been fired long ago.

She received a pay slip that clearly showed her taking a week off. It was mid-summer, and there was a lot of cold air in the office, causing her to shiver.

"Amy, I remember you said that the peace charm from Nanfeng Temple is very spiritual, right?"

She approached the front table and asked quietly.

The young woman named Amy was drinking tea. She turned her head slightly and chuckled softly, "Yeah, did you really run into something evil? It would be useless to ask the charm to ward off evil; you have to help yourself drive it away."

Song Yuan had never believed in these things before, but at that moment, she was extremely devout and wrote down the contact information of the so-called master.

This time was truly wicked. She had been sleeping in her single apartment the night before, but when she woke up the next day, she found that a whole week had passed. Her parents and family had called her, busy trying to find her. She wasn’t even home! But she lay in bed when she woke up, swearing she hadn’t gone anywhere! The worst part was that she couldn't remember anything from that week.

Given her history of pretending to be sick to travel with friends, her family believed she had just gone away and lost her mind for a week.

She had every reason to suspect that she had either run into something evil or gotten tangled with something dark.

After work, Song Yuan rushed to the master. After the master drew a few talismans for her, she felt relieved, but she dared not stay in her apartment, not even to retrieve her deposit. She quickly moved to a new place in her own name.

In summary, Song Yuan could barely be considered a rich second generation. Her parents had started a clothing company when she was young, becoming quite successful. They say shared suffering is easy, but difficult when you have money. After gaining wealth, Father Song developed a wry mindset; according to him, he just wanted to have fun and didn’t want a divorce. But Mother Song was so scared by the business world that she couldn’t handle the pressure. The court granted custody to Mother Song on the grounds that the child was too young.

After Father Song divorced Mother Song, the company was split in two. Though neither was as strong as before, both had a business mind. Father Song transitioned early, now running a large supermarket in the city, while Mother Song adapted to the clothing industry and started online services a few years ago, which have been doing well.

Neither of them could care for Song Yuan, so the only way they made up for it was through money.

Because of her fear, Song Yuan let her friends stay with her for two months. Finding that nothing strange happened during that time, she began to calm down.

"I think you're just too nervous," her friend Xie Ya said while packing her luggage. "I really can't live here; it's too far from my company. I've been late for more than a month. If this keeps up, I doubt I'll keep my job."

Song Yuan reluctantly replied, "I support you."

Xie Ya smirked, "Thank you. If you were a man, I'd marry you and live off you. Don’t give me this kind of orange juice; I'm really not into that, and my sexual orientation is erratic."

"By the way, the TV series I'm following is about to start." Xie Ya put down her clothes and eagerly turned on the TV. "I tell you, this show is really great."

Song Yuan never pursued dramas; she found watching TV boring, and her home TVs were all set up but unused.

But today, she wanted to chat more with Xie Ya, so she went to the sofa.

The jade pendant she had placed on the dinner table shone with a strange light.

"What's this show about?" she asked.

"An ancient costume drama based on a novel. The heroine travels to ancient times and enters the harem..."

Song Yuan rolled her eyes. "Too old-fashioned!"

"Song Xiaoyuan, when I'm giving you crazy recommendations, please don't interrupt me." Even if Song Yuan was unwilling to listen, Xie Ya insisted on her stance. "Really, even though it's cliché, the more you watch, the more you appreciate it. The protagonist’s golden finger is really impressive. The actor is the emperor, and he has many concubines, but he never spoils any of them..."

"Forced double standards, with no logic," Song Yuan interjected, staying true to her critical nature. "Isn't it the male protagonist who's just incompetent compared to others? Does he even have feelings for the female lead?"

Xie Ya shot back, "How many novels below the neck have you secretly read?"

"…"

"The heroine had a psychological shadow from childhood. She's very aloof. But she's also really cute. The two love each other in their interactions. The heroine becomes the queen of the palace, but you know the heroine’s perspective is completely different from modern people. They have many contradictions. I don’t know how the TV drama will adapt it, but I read the novel. It has a bittersweet ending. The heroine gives birth to a boy who becomes a prince, but for the next few years, the hero and heroine torture each other and are very unhappy. The ending is open; it seems that the heroine awakens and returns to modern times, unsure if she experienced it or if it was all a dream."

Xie Ya was very passionate about her recommendation. "Don’t you think this plot is a bit melodramatic? But this male lead is really a scumbag."

Song Yuan hugged her pillow. Even though it was her friend's enthusiasm, she remained uninterested.

As Xie Ya vented her frustrations about the actor, they finally reached the ending song. Song Yuan picked up her car keys and said to Xie Ya, "It’s getting late; I’ll drive you back."

"Woohoo, you’re so kind to me! Only you think it’s dangerous for me to go out at night!" Xie Ya said, looking at Song Yuan from head to toe. She couldn't help but ask, "So, have you been dating recently? I've been meaning to ask this for a while."

Song Yuan wondered, "My mother raised me alone, didn’t you know? Why are you asking?"

Xie Ya circled around Song Yuan and teased, "I think you look very feminine now, like, like you’re nurturing something."

That analogy... why did it sound inappropriate?

Song Yuan was silent for a moment. "It was probably because I had a beauty treatment."

After waking up one day, she noticed she looked dull; her skin wasn’t as radiant, and the sparkle in her eyes was gone. Concerned about her appearance, she felt years older. Alarmed by her lackluster look, she quickly sought out an acquaintance who was a doctor and underwent a medical beauty procedure. After more than a month, she slowly started to recover.

"Is that so?" Xie Ya observed her closely. In fact, Song Yuan was very beautiful. She inherited all the advantages of her parents: clean, fair skin and exquisite features that drew much attention. If it weren't for her parents, she might have been scouted into the entertainment industry to showcase her beauty.

Xie Ya shook her head again. "I don’t think it’s just the treatment. Anyway, you’re different now; it’s really feminine. You can't hide it from me when you're in love. I want to help you navigate it properly. There are just too many men."

Song Yuan smirked at her words. "I’ll just say that you’ve noticed my figure more. Don’t worry; I already have sharp instincts, and all scumbags will reveal their true colors in front of me."

After dropping Xie Ya off, Song Yuan drove back to her community. As she arrived, she noticed the elevator lights flickering on and off, reminding her of unsettling things. When the elevator door opened, she rushed out but stopped suddenly—

A little boy in period costume was standing in front of her house, looking at her seriously.

Song Yuan was so frightened that she nearly stumbled back, her heart racing in her throat.

It was really strange. The flickering lights of the elevator had just filled her mind with frightening thoughts. And now, seeing the pale boy in his costume, with the voice-activated lights above his head flickering on and off, sent chills down her spine.

Rong Ting frowned, his gaze locked onto Song Yuan.

But she couldn’t connect him to the paintings in her father’s secret room.

Everyone said that her father’s painting and calligraphy skills were incomparable, and it felt flattering to think about it.

Song Yuan felt her throat go dry and her pupils dilate.

"You..." She surprised herself by speaking, though it was all she could muster.

Rong Ting stepped forward.

Song Yuan instinctively stepped back.

"Gu knows that you are guilty," he said, his tone dismissive.

Song Yuan was confused and didn’t understand what he meant.

"I don’t want to listen to your pain."

Song Yuan: "???"

As the moonlight refracted through the window, she saw the little boy's shadow on the ground. Feeling a bit relieved, she gathered her courage and tried to appear sincere and kind. "Child, did you find the wrong person? Does your family live here?"

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