My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

Chapter 13

That night, Song Yuan couldn’t sleep.

The last time she’d had insomnia, it had been because she was afraid. She turned on all the lights in the house and talked on the phone with Xie Ya until two or three in the morning.

She grabbed the tablet from the nightstand and once again searched up Rong Ting’s name, as well as the Da Ye Dynasty1 that Rong Ting spoke of, but she found nothing. Moreover, based on her knowledge of history, there was no such dynasty by that name.

What was going on? But it wasn’t impossible that there were some dynasties that were not included in historical records.

There was no relevant information on the Internet; it was quite worrying.

Even as a natural-born optimist, in the face of the current situation, Song Yuan felt like she was going to go bald.

Song Yuan woke up at 6:30 in the morning. Yawning as she fried eggs, she couldn’t help but laugh to herself; she truly did have the potential to be a good mom, ah. In order to make a simple breakfast for Rong Ting, she even got up half an hour early today. It should be written in the history books as something that moved China and inspired all of Asia.

Since a homemade breakfast should be neat and not take too much energy, it could only be as simple as possible. A bowl of millet porridge with some fried egg, bacon, and pickled vegetables should be just right for eating.

“If I don’t leave I’m going to be late, and my pay will get docked.” Although Song Yuan wasn’t lacking in money, she also didn’t want to perform too poorly at the company. Stopping at the door, she repeatedly gave reminders to Rong Ting.

Gugu the child felt as though his ears were going to grow calluses. “Gu knows, guunderstands. Gu will not open the door for strangers, nor jump off the building, nor turn on the gas or gas stove! Mother Empress, if you don’t leave, you really will be late.”

Song Yuan angrily pinched his ear, “You’re starting to resent me for nagging now? How can I not worry, ma? I’m saying this again, no matter who knocks on the door, don’t open it!”

“En! Gu really knows!”

“The millet porridge is in the rice cooker. I pushed the warming button; if you’re hungry then you can eat that. There’s also fried eggs and bacon in the lunchbox. There is Yakult in the fridge, but don’t drink too much. If you don’t want to eat that, there’s yesterday’s pork floss xiaobei on the coffee table, and the fruit bowl has bananas and oranges.”

Rong Ting was completely helpless; Mother Empress had said this sentence a great many times. He handed her the bag placed on the shoe cabinet.

“Ungrateful,” Song Yuan complained as she left the house.

Having a child at home was truly very worrying.

Yesterday she had been quite careless; she had ordered a children’s smart watch2 last night, and it would only arrive today.

She didn’t have a home phone, either. Since she had to go to work, it would be very difficult to know how Gugu was doing at home; she should have thought of it during breakfast.