My Son is a Transmigrated Prince Chapter 5

"Do you know what a phone is?"

"Brother, do you know?"

"Do you know what a TV is? How about an air conditioner? What about a ballpoint pen? ABCDEFG, do you know any of those?"

Song Yuan bombarded him with questions.

Rong Ting frowned. "Mother doesn't have to make jokes alone."

Song Yuan's heart sank. She hadn't expected that the most unlikely possibility might actually be true. It felt like something out of a time-travel novel. Elementary school students knew about Maltai Ruoxi, but everyone recognized it as fictional. Now, the idea of time travel was right in front of her. She wondered if she was losing her mind or if Rong Ting's clear eyes and extraordinary aura indicated something deeper.

She thought she was crazy for considering ancient clothes and presents as real!

Whenever she had a little doubt, she found it hard to accept such an absurd notion.

Song Yuan wanted to ask more questions but realized that Rong Ting was already unhappy. The little boy might not understand what was happening to her, and her mood could affect him. They were supposed to eat and stroll today; at the supermarket, they couldn’t just do nothing.

In truth, Song Yuan was a very timid person. Normally, she might have responded by taking Rong Ting to the police station, given how strange everything was. But for some reason, she felt an inexplicable connection with this child, making it hard for her to see him sad.

"I’m not joking," Song Yuan said, pinpointing her thoughts, calming down, and smiling at Rong Ting. She was skilled at regulating her emotions, but she did feel more relaxed now.

What could happen? She couldn't stop it.

"It's just that I can, unlike you. I haven't had contact with children, so I don’t know what topics you’d be interested in. I just ask what I don’t understand and want to show you."

Although Rong Ting didn’t fully believe this explanation, his expression softened, and he seemed less hurt than before. Children often needed a bit of coaxing, and adults just had to be patient.

"Let me tell you about this car first." Song Yuan restarted the car and explained as she drove, "It's like the carriage you saw before."

Rong Ting replied, "Don't lie to your mother; the carriage is nothing like this."

"It's been improved over many years. What’s the farthest place you’ve traveled?"

"I used to go to Xia Yang with my father."

"Xia Yang? I don’t know that place. How long did it take by carriage?"

"Four days and four nights."

Song Yuan thought for a moment and then replied, "If you take my car, you should get there in a long time."

Rong Ting wanted to ask a question but fell silent as he looked at the scenery outside the car window.

His mother probably wasn’t lying. The carriage was indeed too slow.

The two of them chatted as Song Yuan drove to the parking lot of the shopping mall. After parking, she opened the back door since she was driving an SUV, which might not be very convenient for Rong Ting to exit.

Rong Ting felt a bit uncomfortable with such physical contact, but he said nothing, and his ears quietly turned red.

After getting out of the car, he wanted to tell Song Yuan that mothers and children should avoid taboos. She shouldn’t treat him like just a child, but he swallowed his thoughts instead.

Anyway, Father Emperor is not here, and the annoying historian is not here, so that’s okay!

Rong Ting was no stranger to elevators and vaguely knew what they did. Quietly standing there, he didn’t feel curious about everything around him.

There were other people in the elevator, and many liked to wear costumes these days. Times were evolving rapidly, and people were becoming more tolerant of various styles. Some wore traditional Chinese clothes, while others donned Western attire. It was fascinating for children to see such costumes. Rong Ting, dressed in a white outfit with gold-silk edging, attracted a lot of attention with his hair styled like that of a character from a costume drama.

A few people stepped out of the elevator and took out their phones to snap pictures of him.

Song Yuan smiled and shook her head at the girls, signaling that it wasn’t acceptable.

The girls understood and felt a bit embarrassed. After all, it was somewhat awkward to take pictures of children and get caught by their parents.

No one thought Song Yuan was Rong Ting's mother. They assumed she was his sister, given their resemblance.

This mall had supermarkets, restaurants, theaters, and brand clothing stores. Since it was a weekday, there weren’t many people around. On weekends, it would be bustling. It didn’t take long for Song Yuan to buy new clothes, knowing that Rong Ting would have little patience for shopping, so she led him straight to the children's clothing department.

Once inside, she was captivated by the rows of girls' skirts.

"Now the little girl's clothes are too beautiful!" she exclaimed. "I thought about having a daughter!"

Rong Ting didn’t expect that after hearing about the steady, kind, and gentle mother from the old woman, she would be so enthusiastic and detached. Not as good as he had imagined, but this version of his mother-in-law was still quite lovely; at least she looked happy.

"Some officials have entered the memorial, implying that the father and son are unhealthy, and only lonely under his knee. I hope that the father will be in the harem, and the father will be furious," Rong Ting whispered to Song Yuan. "Why leave Father Emperor?"

Song Yuan felt her scalp tingle but still reached out to pat Rong Ting's shoulder. "Dear, don’t disturb my shopping mood; the consequences could be very serious."

She thought to herself that he shouldn’t say things that would make her mind race with thoughts from a novel; those should be kept at home!

Rong Ting sighed inwardly. He didn’t understand the contradictions between the father and the queen, but seeing the queen's demeanor, she likely didn’t want to mention the father.

The girls' clothes in this children's clothing store looked great, and the boys' outfits were no ordinary fare. Song Yuan chose two sets of clothes for Rong Ting, and to prepare for the temperature, she bought him a down jacket.

Rong Ting originally wanted to protest against wearing such a strange outfit, but looking at his mother’s attire, he decided to keep quiet.

This must be the hometown of his mother-in-law.

"Do you like it?" Song Yuan asked, having also bought him children's underwear and socks. She felt quite accomplished, as if she were the one receiving new clothes.

"God, I’m reluctant to answer," Rong Ting replied honestly, knowing it would make his mother unhappy.

But gentlemen cannot lie.

Song Yuan felt a sense of familiarity with Rong Ting and playfully squeezed his ears. "You, child, are so cute!"

She thought Rong Ting was adorable, mostly because of her affection for him.

This was indeed a society that looked at appearances.

"Lonely, lonely..." Rong Ting was startled by Song Yuan's playful gesture and felt even more embarrassed when he reacted. It took him a moment to collect himself, and he had no reason to feel this way.

If it had been someone else, he would have boldly expressed his feelings.

"I know your name is Coo." When Song Yuan spotted KFC, she pulled Rong Ting toward the dessert station. "I don’t think you’ve eaten this before!"

Rong Ting didn’t want to appear unsophisticated and replied coolly, "Are you still a prophet?"

"How did ancient people live without ice cream and air conditioning?" Song Yuan bought two cones. The clerk, a young girl, admired Rong Ting in his period costume and couldn’t help but glance at him a few times. Many people couldn’t resist the charm of such a cute child. As Song Yuan looked at the high-quality cone, she remarked, "This is the first time I’ve seen such a high-quality cone."

So many swirls!

Sure enough, being cute had its advantages. At the children’s clothing store earlier, the clerk had given her child a saliva towel. Although it wasn’t usable, now the clerk at the dessert station was giving out so many ice creams. There was no harm in comparing; she remembered not receiving such attention when she was a child.

Rong Ting took the cone and noticed that Song Yuan had started eating. Suddenly, he recalled something important. "Has no one tested it?"

He had been so angry this morning that he had forgotten!

If someone wanted to poison him, what would happen to him and his mother?

"Don't eat it, mother!" Rong Ting yelled.

His voice rang out loudly, drawing the attention of pedestrians shopping in the mall. Even Song Yuan looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he was so upset.

Rong Ting’s face turned pale. The old court lady had once told him that after becoming very jealous of her, the concubine had harmed his mother several times. Thankfully, his mother and her blessed grandfather had escaped disaster. He grew up in the palace, where his father rarely entered the harem. He had occasionally seen the concubines, who appeared kind and gentle but were often vicious inside.

The open gun is easy to hide from, but arrows are harder to avoid. If the concubines learned of his whereabouts and followed him here to frame his mother, what would they do?

"What’s wrong with you?" Song Yuan asked, realizing she shouldn’t take another lick of the cone.

Rong Ting’s fear escalated as he pointed to the clerk at the dessert station. "Mother, aren’t you afraid that this person will poison you?"

The clerk was taken aback, confusion written on her face. "??? What did I do wrong that I’m being questioned by this child?"

"Mother, spit it out!" Rong Ting tossed his cones aside, gripping Song Yuan’s legs and looking up at her with red eyes. "A good doctor will help detoxify you!"

He had finally found his mother, and he would never allow anyone to harm her or take her away!

If someone were poisoned, he would make sure to stab that person!

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