My Son is a Transmigrated Prince Chapter 2

"You don't know Gu?"

"Don't you remember being alone?!"

Song Yuan was confused, not understanding what she had said to provoke the little boy in period costume, who now looked at her as if she had committed a heinous crime.

"Um, kid?" After reassuring herself that the boy wasn't a ghost, she calmed down a bit. "Do you have your parents' contact information? I can call them to pick you up."

Rong Ting glared at her, clearly angry.

Since he could remember, he had never seen his mother. His father, the emperor, rarely mentioned her, making the subject a taboo in the court. Still, he had tried to find out about her. An old lady who knew his mother told him that she loved him very much and had cherished him even before he was born. He was her favorite person.

He had asked the old woman if his mother would still remember him if she saw him.

With tears in her eyes, she had said that no mother could ever forget her child.

Now, did she forget him?

Rong Ting looked at her coldly. "You worked so hard to conceal your father and emperor and came to find me, yet you don’t remember being alone."

Even if Song Yuan were slow to catch on, she realized something was off. The little boy clearly recognized her.

"You know me?" she asked, surprised.

"Of course I know!" he snapped back.

Song Yuan probed cautiously, "So, do we have a relationship?"

Rong Ting fought back tears. Despite being His Royal Highness, adored by many, and raised with the expectation of greatness, he felt crushed. Everyone flattered him, and he had always strived to meet his father's expectations, especially since his father had said she liked smart children. He had read poems since he was two or three years old without fail.

But now, she didn’t remember him and asked such innocent questions!

The little boy didn’t want to engage with her any further. Song Yuan, determined to find out if he had a mobile phone or his parents' contact information, searched for a phone.

Rong Ting was taken aback, his ears turning red. He almost shouted "Bold!" but swallowed his words. After all, despite the norms of propriety, she was his mother, and exceptions could be made.

When they couldn't find her phone, and he continued to refuse to speak, Song Yuan, although not one to meddle in others' affairs, felt compelled to help. Any normal adult would want to assist a lost child in period costume. Despite his awkward demeanor, he was undeniably cute. She gently took his hand, intending to lead him to the nearby police station.

Rong Ting was startled by the sudden contact. As the Crown Prince, he was never close to others and instinctively wanted to pull away. Yet the warmth from her hand felt comforting, stirring a sense of nostalgia. He pursed his lips, trying to maintain a cold front. "I don’t need your help."

Song Yuan laughed at his stubbornness.

Surprisingly, the little boy followed her without protest, obediently. Such a handsome child, appearing to be no more than five or six years old, would be at risk of being targeted by traffickers if he remained lost.

"Children are supposed to be with their mom and dad. How worried must they be if they lost you?" Song Yuan continued. "They must be going crazy without seeing you."

Rong Ting didn’t understand her earlier words, but he grasped this part. "It has nothing to do with solitude."

Song Yuan chuckled at his awkward self-reference. It seemed his parents had given him a nickname similar to "Coo," which made him sound a bit spoiled. She thought it would be amusing to tell others, "Yuan doesn't see you like this," or "It has nothing to do with the garden."

Children were so cute.

"Coo, don’t you really remember your parents’ contact information? Not even a name? The police uncle will need to ask you these questions."

Rong Ting frowned. Despite his young age, he was exceptionally clever. He caught a few key phrases. "The emperor has no brothers, and I have no uncle."

Song Yuan paused. "Okay! Families have different dynamics. Since I don’t understand what you’re saying, let’s get you to the police station."

The child seemed well-mannered, likely spoiled by his family. If he was lost, his parents must have mobilized all their relatives and friends to find him. They were probably already waiting at the police station.

When Song Yuan brought Rong Ting to the police station and explained the situation, an elderly policeman crouched down and asked with a gentle smile, "Child, what’s your name?"

Song Yuan smacked her forehead—she had forgotten to ask that!

She really wasn’t great with kids.

Rong Ting watched the old policeman cautiously, but he was a bit more proud than Song Yuan had been.

The policeman asked him questions, but Rong Ting only looked at Song Yuan instead of answering.

Feeling the pressure of the situation, Song Yuan stood up and said to the old policeman, "Hello, I have to work tomorrow. It’s getting late; I should head back."

The old policeman nodded. "Okay, do you want to leave your contact information? The child’s parents may want to thank you."

It was not uncommon for children to go missing, and the loss of a child could be devastating for a family. Many parents wanted to express their gratitude to those who helped return their children.

Song Yuan thought about it and left her contact information. However, when she stood to leave, Rong Ting, who had been sitting in a chair, followed her.

Surprised, Song Yuan quickly crouched down and spoke gently to him. "Sister has to work tomorrow, so I can’t stay here with you while you wait for your mom and dad. The police uncle and aunt are very nice; they will take good care of you. They will also keep an eye out for news about missing children."

Rong Ting’s eyes widened in disbelief. "You’re leaving me here? You abandoned me? You want to give up on me a second time?!"

Song Yuan was taken aback. "Abandon you? You’re talking about me?"

The old policeman watched them with an amused expression.

"Gu Gu, I don’t care about you," Rong Ting continued, sounding like an angry little beast. There was a hint of unexpressed hurt and sadness in his voice. "After all the trouble I went through to find you, you plan to leave me?! You’re so kind to me!"

It seemed Rong Ting was truly angry, even dropping the pretense of calling himself "solitary."

The old policeman, noticing the tension, carefully observed the two, realizing that this situation might be more complicated than he initially thought. Recently, there had been cases of parents abandoning their children. He pulled Rong Ting closer and pointed at Song Yuan, asking seriously, "Child, tell me the truth—what is your relationship with her?"

Rong Ting, maintaining his composure, refrained from condemning the old man for his lack of understanding. Instead, he huffed, "The relationship between Gu and mother-in-law is well known in the world."

Mother? Queen Mother?

Not only was the old policeman confused, but Song Yuan—who had begun to adapt to his unique speaking style—was now frightened. "Child, don't say that! I'm only 22 years old this year, and I don’t even have a boyfriend!"

She never imagined that picking up a lost child and bringing him to the police station would lead to such a bizarre situation. Was this some sort of new routine for the porcelain team?

But this scenario felt outdated! She was only 22, having just graduated from college, and the child looked around four or five years old. There was no way he could be her child, and the audacity of him claiming otherwise was infuriating.

The old policeman scratched his chin, puzzled. He had seen Song Yuan’s ID card, confirming she was indeed 22. This child, being around five years old, raised eyebrows about their supposed mother-child relationship.

Song Yuan felt desperate to swear to the heavens that she had no boyfriend, no marriage, and certainly no children.

Having worked in this field for decades, the old policeman was adept at discerning truth from fiction. The issue was that neither the child nor the young woman looked like they were lying.

"Miss, think carefully. Is this child related to you?" the old policeman suggested calmly. "He really resembles you."

Song Yuan stumbled back in disbelief. "How is that possible?"

Rong Ting, who had been trying hard to deny their relationship, slowly began to lose his luster. His lips tightened, and he fell silent.

Finally, after checking the system, the police confirmed that Song Yuan was unmarried and had no records of having children. This was reassuring, but Song Yuan still felt uncomfortable about the whole situation. Since the child hadn’t provided any names or information about his parents, the police couldn’t definitively assert that Song Yuan was his mother.

As Song Yuan prepared to leave, she couldn’t shake the absurdity of the day. The thought of someone potentially following her added to her anxiety.

Just as she was about to exit the room, Rong Ting, who had been quietly sitting in his chair, suddenly stood up. He stared at her with a look of abandonment and whispered in a voice laced with unspoken hurt, "If you leave Gu Gu again today, Gu Gu will never see you again and will never forgive you."

Song Yuan felt her heart tremble.

She knew she shouldn’t be affected by the words of a child, but for some reason, his plea struck a chord deep within her. It felt as if someone had grasped her heart, making it hard to breathe, accompanied by a sharp pain that was difficult to shake off.

Half an hour later, Song Yuan left behind a copy of her ID, her home address, and her contact information, casting a meaningful look at Rong Ting as she exited.

She didn’t say a word.

Rong Ting followed her, raised his head, and looked at her back, thinking that his mother should love him; otherwise, she would not have taken him away. But she should forget him, and he should still be angry.

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