I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 112 - 84: The Benevolent Have No Worries (Part 3)

He once resented Rong Shuo for ignoring him, for taking over the Xiao Family’s military power, and for not returning in time... Later, he learned that while he resented Rong Shuo, the Southern Border was in chaos because the Pingnan Marquis was executed, and Wei Country was invading massively. Rong Shuo was just crowned prince on the third day and didn’t have much time to accompany the Princess Consort who had just given birth to the young prince before he rushed to quell the rebellion and fight the enemy.

Without a country,

there can be no home.

That throne was not what Rong Shuo desired, but he was the one most suited for it.

This man would always be his eldest brother.

Rong Shuo never expected his fifth brother’s attitude to soften suddenly. He hadn’t spoken to Rong Heng in years and suddenly didn’t know what to do.

The man’s stern face showed warmth as he rubbed his palms and stammered, "The Xiao Family Army’s flag... this is nothing... I promised you, Wu."

Wu—

Rong Heng’s eyes narrowed slightly; it had been too long since anyone called him by that name.

In his memory, both Rong Shuo, Rong Jing, and Rong Jue addressed him this way.

Rong Heng did not respond, letting the silence fall between them again.

Gu Lan glanced at the sky and said, "If we return any later, the palace gates will be locked, Prince, we should go."

Rong Shuo snapped back to reality: "Yes, this time, you couldn’t have hidden your arrival from the Emperor and others. When you came out, you climbed over the palace wall, but when returning, you can enter the palace directly through Xuanwu Gate."

Rong Yunhao’s mood visibly sank.

"The last time I saw you, I couldn’t even walk, and now I’m eight years old. Dad, the next time I see you, I’ll definitely have become a Sword Hero of Emei Mountain!"

He said, pulling out a cherished piece of almond crisp from his pocket and tugging Rong Shuo’s clothes: "This is the last piece, Dad. I’m giving my favorite pastry to you, so every time you eat an almond crisp, you can think of me."

Rong Shuo’s eyes reddened, and he put the almond crisp in his mouth.

The sweet taste lingered, and no wonder Rong Yunhao liked it.

He removed his sword, knelt down to look at Rong Yunhao directly, and asked seriously:

"Yunhao, do you really want to be a great hero?"

Rong Yunhao nodded vigorously: "A Sword Hero, a Swordsman!"

"Actually, when Dad was young, he also wanted to roam the world as a swordsman, standing up for justice, so free and unfettered..." Rong Shuo’s voice carried a hint of warmth and nostalgia, "Dad also hopes that you can do what you want to do."

"Really, Dad, you wanted to be a swordsman like me? Then why did you become a prince?"

Rong Baoyi also looked at Rong Shuo, with a peculiar glint in her eyes.

It turned out that Dad, like her brother, wanted to be a swordsman.

But she didn’t want that. She wanted to be a general!

"When has Dad ever lied to you," Rong Shuo steadied himself, his gaze deep and profound, "Just that when Dad grew up, he realized that many things couldn’t be done just because one wanted to. I belong to the Rong family, I am Prince Rui of Dayan. Defending the country is my duty, but... you don’t have to, and neither does Baoyi."

Gu Lan, standing by, said: "The Prince shouldn’t think like that."

"Then how should I think?"

"The world is too narrow to contain a dragon."

Rong Shuo widened his eyes and suddenly burst into hearty laughter.

"Right, it’s not that I don’t want to enter the world, but that the world is too small to contain me."

"But, I really like it. No matter how small it is, I still like it," Rong Yunhao said softly.

"For you now, it’s quite big. My son doesn’t need to be a dragon. It’s okay to be a happy little dumpling too," Rong Shuo patted Rong Yunhao’s head, "And today, I’m giving you this Longquan Treasure Sword."

Just as Rong Yunhao was about to take it, Rong Shuo raised his arm, looking at Gu Lan: "Young Brother Gu, I can see that Yunhao likes you and listens to you, so I want to entrust you with this sword. When you think he is ready to wield it, you can pass it on to him."

Gu Lan instinctively refused: "Prince, you could let the guard of the young prince keep it."

"Hei is too soft-hearted and can’t resist this little rascal’s pleading. In less than three days, my treasure sword would turn into a sugar-coated haws stick, but I trust you," Rong Shuo said seriously, his eyes sharp and profound, filled with deep trust.

"Young Brother Gu, why are you not calling me Brother now?"

Gu Lan lowered his gaze, avoiding Rong Shuo’s deep eyes, and accepted the sword.

"I promise you.

However, I want to know, what happened between you and Brother Hang."