My Son is a Transmigrated Prince

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     Song Yuan quickly conjured up an image of the Emperor in her mind: thick dark circles under his eyes and a weak chicken's body.

Actually, it wasn't a big problem for men to have reproductive problems.

However, Song Yuan couldn't accept that her partner had such a problem. She had such double standards ~

"Your Imperial Father, en …" Song Yuan wasn't a sharp-tongued person, so she naturally wouldn't reveal her opinions about the Emperor in front of a child, "Is his hair alright?"

Rong Ting stared at her and was silent for a while before he replied honestly, "Imperial Mother actually knows that Imperial Father's hair has turned white?"

Song Yuan was stunned and blurted out without thinking, "White hair? You just said that he's in his prime! "

Heavens! Could it be that she really slept with an old man and had a child with him? No, she couldn't accept this kind of arrangement!

Rong Ting was also shocked by Song Yuan's reaction. When he came back to his senses, he frowned and said, "This Prince said that this Prince wouldn't lie to Imperial Mother. Imperial Father is indeed in his prime!"

"Then why is his hair white!"

This obviously made Rong Ting unable to answer. The palace maids, eunuchs, and even the grand tutor wouldn't discuss Imperial Father in front of him. He didn't know much about Imperial Father. Compared to Imperial Father, he was more concerned about Imperial Mother. "Ever since this Prince can remember, Imperial Father's hair has turned white. However, Imperial Mother, this Prince has never lied to you. Imperial Father is indeed in his prime. He's probably only a few years older than Imperial Mother. "

The more she understood this Emperor, the more Song Yuan felt that this was a dangerous topic.

If they continued to talk and understand each other, she was afraid that she really wouldn't be able to get past this hurdle.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about him." Song Yuan took the initiative to end the topic. She said to Rong Ting, "It's a weekend today, so there are a lot of people everywhere. I'm afraid that you won't be used to it. Let's walk around here. There's a bookstore nearby. I see that you like reading, so I'll buy you a few books, okay?"

After all, Rong Ting was still a child, and his attention was quickly diverted. He really liked to read books, and even if he didn't understand the words here, under his mother's guidance, he now had a rough understanding of the rules. If he was given a little more time, he might be able to understand it.

"Imperial Mother, do we have any ink, paper, and inkstone at home?" Rong Ting was an obedient child. Even though this was his mother's residence, no matter how curious he was, he only took a quick glance and didn't dare to examine it in detail, let alone look through his mother's things without her permission.

"Gu can't neglect his studies. I haven't practiced writing in a few days. If I become unfamiliar with it after returning to the palace, it won't be good."

Song Yuan was a little surprised. She pulled Rong Ting to sit on the sofa and found a book and pen from the drawer of the coffee table. She casually wrote two words on the paper, "Do you know how to use this kind of pen?"

Alright, she felt that her question was nonsense. How could an ancient person know how to use a ink pen?

"Alright then, let's go out now and buy you a few books. I'll also buy you some ink, paper, and inkstone." Song Yuan thought for a bit. For the sake of insurance, she said: "But let's say this in advance. You shouldn't be too picky when it comes to ink, paper, and inkstone. After all, this isn't the ancient times."