My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 9

expect that the most unlikely possibility had really happened. Transmigration novels were a well-traveled road3; all elementary students knew Ma’ertai Ruoxi4. But everyone knew that the plot was made up by the author. Now an example of something like crossing through time and space was right before her eyes. She also wondered whether the child’s spirit or mind was abnormal, but Rong Ting’s eyes were bright and clear, even giving off the aura of an extraordinary person.

She felt that she was also crazy. Going so far as to consider ancient to modern transmigration, and even subconsciously thinking it was real!

So long as she had a bit of doubt, she wouldn’t believe such an absurd thing.

Song Yuan very much wanted to ask about the particulars, but she also knew that Rong Ting was already very unhappy. This little boy also might not know what happened to him, and her mood could affect him. They still had to eat and go visit the mall supermarket5 today; they couldn’t not do anything.

As a matter of fact, Song Yuan was an extremely timid person. According to logic, if she encountered such a thing, her first reaction would be to send Rong Ting to the police station. It was just too strange, after all. But for some unknown reason, she seemed to have an inexplicable connection with this child, and it made her unable to bear seeing him sad.

“I’m not ridiculing you.” Song Yuan gathered her thoughts and managed to calm down. She smiled at Rong Ting. She was very good at controlling her emotions, but this time she really was relaxed.

She couldn’t stop what would happen.

“I was just trying to figure it out. Except for you, I haven’t come in contact with children, and I don’t know what topics you’d be interested in. Just ask about something you don’t understand and I’ll explain it to you, la.”

Although Rong Ting’s heart didn’t believe her excuse, his body was more honest. The look on his face lightened up, different from the hurt expression from before.

Children were easier to coax, so long as adults had a little more patience.

“Let me tell you about this car first, ba.” Song Yuan started the car again, explaining as she drove, “It’s the same as the carriages you’ve seen before.”

Rong Ting: “Mother Empress mustn’t deceive gu. Carriages are nothing like this.”

“It’s the result of many many years of improvement. What is the farthest place you’ve gone to?”

“Gu has once been to Xiayang with Father Emperor.”

“Wu, Xiayang, ah, I don’t know it. How long have you traveled by carriage?”

“Four days and four nights.”

Song Yuan thought, then answered: “If you take my car, it would take half a day.”

Rong Ting wanted to object, but he glanced at the scenery outside the car window and didn’t speak.

Mother Empress didn’t seem to have lied. This carriage’s speed was just too fast.

The two made small talk as they traveled. Song Yuan drove into the shopping mall parking lot and after she parked, she took the initiative to open the back door. She was driving an SUV, and it wouldn’t be easy for a child to get off. She lifted Rong Ting out of the car.