My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 55

When Rong Heng returned to the house, Rong Ting greeted him, still calling him ‘Emperor Father.’

“Emperor Father, I have not slacked on my calligraphy practice recently, but I have been at a standstill.” Rong Ting pointed to a character on the Xuan paper. “I cannot write this character well. May I receive counsel?”

Rong Heng looked at the calligraphy, then at him, and said in an apologetic tone, “I’m sorry, Rong Ting, I don’t remember things from the past, so I won’t be able to teach you anymore.”

“Emperor Father truly remembers nothing?” Rong Ting looked at him suspiciously. He felt something was off.

“Like I said, you can just call me Uncle. Your mom is very worried about you getting implicated by me.”

“Oh.” Rong Ting put down his brush, saying with some disappointment, “Emperor Father seems better how he was before.”

“What was I like before?” Rong Heng asked him smilingly.

Rong Ting thought for a while and shook his head.

The Emperor Father from before rarely smiled.

Everyone in the harem and the court feared Emperor Father. Some said Emperor Father was despotic, while others said Emperor Father was a wise ruler.

“What are you two talking about?” Song Yuan asked curiously as she came out from the kitchen with washed fruits and saw the father-son duo standing in front of the desk, happily chatting.

Rong Heng very naturally received the platter of fruit in her hand. “Rong Ting wanted me to give him pointers on his calligraphy, but I’ve forgotten everything. Now, I don’t know what to teach him. That’s right, you should be able to agree to the thing I mentioned before ba, taking him to see the calligrapher. It’ll help him a lot with his calligraphy.”

Song Yuan looked at Rong Ting and asked him. “Gugu, what do you think?”

Rong Ting hesitated for a moment. If it were the Emperor Father from before, he would have regarded it as an imperial edict, but now…

“Could I have some time to think about it?” He glanced at Rong Heng as he said this, as though afraid his Emperor Father would be displeased.

“Okay ah! Take your time to think about it. This is your business, so your wishes come first.”

Rong Heng had a soft smile on his face as he watched the mother and son interact.

Song Haiping didn’t keep Rong Heng behind to eat, and Rong Heng also didn’t insist on staying. He tactfully said he had something to do at home and left before dinner. This move of his caused Song Haiping to curse him for being underhanded and cunning. His thoughts were known to everyone, but this imposter was still able to stick around. If Rong Heng were pestering them, Song Haiping would have reason to deal with him, but this person was slippery and didn’t give anyone a handle to grab on to!

A few days later, Song Yuan took Rong Ting to the epidemic prevention center to get his vaccines, this time for the Hepatitis B vaccine. Rong Ting knew he had no room for resistance. For other things, so long as he was unwilling, Empress Mother wouldn’t press him, but for vaccines, Empress Mother gave off the attitude of not allowing room for discussion.