My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 71

Rong Ting looked at Rong Heng, who had walked in together with Song Yuan, his expression bewildered.

He’d known that Emperor Father would be arriving within the next two days, but he hadn’t expected it would be today. After a brief moment of surprise, he immediately recalled his plan. His heartbeat quickened. He was tense with nervousness, and he constantly felt that he was doing something wrong, but he was this sort of person. Towards things he felt curiosity or doubt, he must understand them thoroughly. Emperor Father had once praised him for this. If he could not figure out something that he did not understand, he could not eat or sleep well.

After Emperor Father followed Empress Mother into the kitchen, he speedily ran to his bedroom and grabbed the jade pendant that originally belonged to Emperor Father from the bedside table.

If Emperor Father truly did not remember anything, he would not have any feelings upon seeing this jade pendant. But if Emperor Father truly hadn’t lost his memories, then he would definitely be puzzled as to why this jade pendant would be here, when it should be in the drawer of his hidden room.

Song Yuan hadn’t expected Rong Heng would follow her into the kitchen. She felt somewhat helpless. This was probably the Son of Heaven’s first time in the kitchen. “I don’t need your help in here.”

“Didn’t you say you were going to eat hotpot? You can’t be busy all by yourself ba.” Rong Heng had already taken off his coat coming in, and at this moment he was rolling up his sleeves, as if he wanted to help.

“The hotpot base is premade; I just need to cook it and add a bit of water. As for the vegetables, I’ve already bought them. They just need to be washed.”

Rong Heng was 1.8 meters tall, and the kitchen wasn’t very spacious. Standing there, he looked completely cramped.

If it were in the past, Song Yuan definitely would have taken full advantage of him, ordering him to chop and wash the vegetables, wanting to see him make a fool of himself.

But now, when this thought arose in her mind, she couldn’t help but give a bitter smile. Although her age on her ID card said she was 23, after having gone through so many things, she was no longer the ignorant and cheerful Song Yuan.

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“Let me help you.” Rong Heng was bursting with enthusiastic curiosity. The kitchen was unfamiliar to him, whether it be in the ancient times or modern, but at this moment, thinking that he could be alone with her for a while, he was willing to do things he had never done before.

“There’s really no need.” Song Yuan pointed to the kitchen. “You can see how big this place is. It’s crowded with two people. Plus, you haven’t done these things before; who knows if you’ll be much help1. Rong Ting’s hungry, so let’s get dinner done earlier, okay?”

Rong Heng couldn’t bear her “okay?” Seeing her tired expression, and afraid that he really would be more of a hindrance, he could only put on an embarrassed look. “Then, I’ll head out first. If you need me to help with anything, just call me.”

Song Yuan lowered her head, looking at the vegetables on the kitchen counter, and gave a soft

“mn.”

He used this tone, used “I” to refer to himself, just like when she had first met him.

It was Rong Heng’s first time visiting her home here. It looked warmer and more lived-in than the place in B City. He came out from the kitchen, circled around the dining room, and spotted Rong Heng sitting at the desk, practicing calligraphy.