I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 103 - 79: The Generation Hierarchy Is All Mixed Up (Part 2)

Prince Rui: "You’re only fit to play with the wooden sword I made for you. Go on, leave us alone. Don’t you see I’m talking with your Brother Lan?"

Young prince: ... He’s completely unable to survive in this family.

Gu Lan finally sat down and began to take in the King’s Tent of Prince Rui.

Though called the King’s Tent, apart from two trusted aides guarding the entrance, it looked no different from other barracks.

Inside the tent, one side featured a long wooden table surrounded by several chairs, likely used for military discussions.

The other half was occupied by a standalone desk, behind which Prince Rui sat. On the desk were several piles of documents and a bright lamp, and behind him was a simple wooden bed draped with bedding.

Beside it, hung a set of golden armor, marked with large and small blade scars, appearing extremely heavy and emphasizing Rong Shuo’s lifetime of military achievements.

On top of it, a dark gold helmet with a touch of red tassel as if stained by blood, next to it, stood a long sword and a Yanyue saber entirely in dark color.

—— The young prince was attempting to move the saber, but the Yanyue saber remained motionless.

Besides these, there were no other decorations.

The tent of a military commander, a prince, was surprisingly austere and restrained.

Gu Lan suddenly wondered who could possibly defeat Prince Rui on the battlefield.

Or perhaps, did he misjudge? Prince Rui was meticulous in his actions but lacked combat skills.

Then what about the recent defeat of Wei Country’s army of a hundred thousand? Was it just a facade?

The young prince wasn’t upset for more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and then he ran to Prince Rui’s side, acting charmingly cute.

Helpless, Rong Shuo bent down and lifted him into his arms, pushing a document in front of him: "Look at this military order, what should I reply?"

Rong Yunhao’s head immediately spun, he jumped down and ran away.

Rong Shuo smiled, helplessly, then waved to Baoyi, handing the order to her: "Baoyi, take a look."

To his relief, his daughter glanced at it casually and provided the best answer swiftly, surprising him.

Not thinking deeply, Rong Shuo looked at Gu Lan and said: "Young Master Gu, my son’s mischievous, you must have quite the trouble being his companion, haven’t you."

He remembered the letter Gu Chengzhao had sent him, quite arrogant, saying his son was more noble than the Princely Heir; they should reverse the roles of companion. He was already prepared for Gu Lan to refuse the companion role, leaving Yunhao to study alone.

Gu Lan, seeing the warm scene of father and sons playing and chatting, couldn’t help but smile, saying: "No, Prince Rui might not know my reputation since he’s been on the frontier for years."

The reputation of Young Master Gu, the little tyrant, far outweighed the Princely Heir of Prince Rui, had Prince Rui learned more, he might think... she was the one troubling Rong Yunhao.

Prince Rui thought Gu Lan was referring to the previous incident at the Imperial Family when he beat up the Second Prince, and he waved his hand without care, agreeing:

"If you mean hitting Rong Qijun, that’s nothing. I’ve been wanting to handle the Second Prince for a long time, just never got the chance. Gu Lan... are you aware of my relationship with your father?"

Gu Lan nodded: "Sworn brothers."

"Exactly, so if you don’t mind, you can call me Uncle Wang, and let the Second Prince call you brother in the future!"

Gu Lan curved her lips, saying: "Prince, I’m afraid I can’t call you Uncle Wang."

"Why not? We can call each other that privately, keeping it formal outwardly ensures it won’t cause the Emperor to suspect."

"That’s not it," Gu Lan coughed, saying, "I’ve already sworn brotherhood with Rong Heng, so if you don’t mind, I should call you... elder brother."

Since Rong Heng isn’t here, she can say whatever she wants.

Rong Shuo: ...

At this time, Rong Heng, outside the tent in the cold wind, sneezed heavily, furrowing his brows as he checked his own pulse, then silently wrapped his clothes tighter.

"You... you mean, you and Wu have sworn brotherhood?" Rong Shuo widened his eyes, in disbelief.

Wu’s fickle and moody personality that shuns strangers, someone is actually willing to swear brotherhood with him?

Gu Lan nodded earnestly: "Doesn’t elder brother believe it? Want me to call Brother Hang over to tell you himself?"

"That won’t be necessary, I believe you." Prince Rui quickly stopped her, still unsure how to face Rong Heng, meeting him would only increase the awkwardness.

"I was just sighing... the seniority seems somewhat confusing."

A sworn nephew and brother, a son calling him brother... should he still pair Baoyi with Gu Lan? Wouldn’t that complicate things further?

After a while, Guard Tang appeared in the military tent with ten cups of tea he brewed, with a "bang," placing them on the table in front of Gu Lan.