My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 70

Rong Ting was still a bit dazed upon waking up. He sat upright, suddenly recalling Empress Mother’s fever last night. How could he have fallen asleep? How was Empress Mother? He hastily threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed. Without even putting on slippers, he headed directly to the master bedroom.

Song Haiping had stayed up the whole night, and the bags under his eyes had grown more prominent. He yawned and checked his daughter’s temperature once more. Finding that her fever had already gone down, he let out a sigh of relief.

He was so old, yet he still stayed up late for his daughter’s fever.

When Song Yuan woke up, her lips were dry, her face was drained pale, and her mental state was poor. She looked at her surroundings blankly until she spotted Rong Ting in little yellow chick pajamas, sitting by the bedside and worriedly staring at her. She looked visibly stunned, her expression so perplexed that Rong Ting felt somewhat puzzled and afraid. He probingly called out to her. “Empress Mother?”

She had gone to see a psychologist before, but her experience was so bizarre that she remained withdrawn with the doctor.

The psychologist told her that the human body had a self-preservation function. When it couldn’t bear some memories, amnesia could occur.

It needed to be slowly treated, and if conditions were good, perhaps she could restore her memories.

Of course, there was another possibility. If there was something that triggered her, the forgotten memories might also resurface in her mind.

Song Yuan stared at Rong Ting. She was reluctant to blink, afraid that once she did, her child would disappear. She was afraid that everything was a dream.

Upon hearing Rong Ting call her Empress Mother, she climbed out of bed and crouched in front of him without thinking. As he revealed a stunned expression, she wrapped him in a tight embrace. As though afraid of losing him, she hugged him with great strength. She remembered everything, all of her experience in the ancient times. This was the child she had borne in October. This was her child. He had once been in her stomach, had felt all her emotions.

When she left, he had been so small. He hadn’t learned to turn over1, only staring at her with wide eyes. Occasionally, when he was being naughty, he would blow bubbles at her.

Now, he was so big. During a time she wasn’t looking, he had become a little man.

“I’m sorry…” Just as she opened her mouth, her eyes blurred with tears. She bit her bloodless lips and repeated, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Empress Mother didn’t mean to…”

She suddenly understood why she had lost her memories. It wasn’t because she had suffered a great trauma, as she’d previously thought. She had unwillingly2 returned to the home she had longed for, but she was unable to bring back the child she cared about most. If she hadn’t lost her memories, then as a mother, how could she accept the fact that she had lost her child? How could she bear the fact that she would never be able to see her baby again? She would have collapsed.

Although Rong Ting wasn’t sure why she would apologize to him, seeing her crying so sorrowfully, his heart also ached. Raising a hand to hug her, he leaned into her shoulder and coaxed in a small voice, “It’s okay, Empress Mother. It’s okay.”

After an unknown amount of time passed, Song Yuan was finally willing to let go of Rong Ting. Just as she’d settled down, she spotted Song Haiping, and tears welled up again. Barely managing to force them down, she said in a choked voice, “Dad, I don’t feel good ah.”

In front of Rong Ting, she was a mother.

In front of her father, she was a child.

Song Haiping cherished his daughter the most. At this moment, upon hearing his daughter say so aggrievedly that she didn’t feel well, he immediately grew anxious. “Don’t say any more. Quickly get ready, Dad will take you to the hospital!”