I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 130 - 92: Fireworks and Chestnuts (Part 3)

Suddenly, a cold breeze swept by, and Wei Chengyuan abruptly opened his eyes, with a dark gleam in his amber pupils.

A few yellow leaves fluttered down, and after a moment of hesitation, Wei Chengyuan dashed out of the courtyard where Gu Lan resided, sword in hand.

Zhongcui Palace.

"Are you certain, Yuan is truly outside Gu Lan’s quarters!?"

Consort Qian looked at the masked figure kneeling at her feet, her face furious, eyes filled with panic and resentment.

"Absolutely certain, Your Highness, I saw it with my own eyes, Yuan holding a sword following Young Master Gu and the young prince back to Xiefang Palace, hiding in the shadows, seemingly protecting Gu Lan’s safety."

Consort Qian swayed slightly, almost fainting.

She muttered through gritted teeth, "Anyone else, Yuan, you need not like me, liking others is fine, but why, still get involved with Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, still get involved with Gu Lan..."

Consort Qian steadied herself, looking towards her personal maid, "Today after Qi Jun finishes class, he comes to see me, saying... Gu Lan colluded with the young prince and County Princess Changle, the three of them skipped school together?"

"It’s more than that, the Second Prince said, Young Master Gu took County Princess Changle to meet with Prince Rui, and even Fifth Young Master Rong joined them in leaving the palace, Princess Ning’an covered for them."

Consort Qian’s pupils shrank, a flicker of calculation in her eyes, she said, "Fifth Rong also left the palace?"

"Yes, it seems that this Young Master Gu has been unruly outside the palace, and now he even dares to defy the Holy Decree."

Consort Qian clenched her fists, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Rong Heng is courting death."

*

The sky was still dim, and the gates of Yanjing City opened silently.

Rong Shuo clad in Mystic Armor, gold helmet donned, crimson cloak fluttered wildly in the autumn wind, his expression solemn and composed.

Beside him, only Tang Zhan, a single trusted aide standing by, while the soldiers previously returned for a reward were left in the Capital City.

Yesterday, Gu Lan and the others came to see him, saying that the elite troops were redeployed back to the Capital City, which would weaken the border defense and waste talent.

Rong Shuo knew they were right, yet he really hoped those soldiers who had braved life and death with him could stay in the Capital City forever.

That way, they could live on forever.

He raised his head, gazing towards the distant, barely visible vermilion Imperial Palace.

The Emperor’s heart is elusive, but at least, Rong Jing gave these soldiers returning from the battlefield a good home, at least he governed diligently, being a competent Emperor.

Regardless of how Rong Jing treated him, he could still remember their youthful days, remember the Emperor when he was still the Crown Prince, warm and bright, standing proudly in court, also remembering when Rong Jing had just ascended to the throne, saying to him, "Imperial Brother, with you as Prince Rui, I am at ease." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

He is the Prince Rui of Dayan, will be loyal to the sovereign and protect the nation, eternally guarding this land.

Because the journey to the Southern Border is too far, behind Rong Shuo and Tang Zhan was not one person, one horse, but each leading three horses, with every horse carrying loads of supplies.

"Your Highness, traveling to the Southern Border spans several thousand miles, do be careful."

In front of Rong Shuo stood an old general with white hair and beard, speaking with reddened eyes.

Behind the old general were the soldiers taking over duties, all kneeling on the ground, one by one with reddened eyes and flushed faces in the biting wind.

"General Li, I leave the matters of the Capital to you." Rong Shuo spoke in a deep voice.

The old general nodded, struggling to straighten his back, tremblingly retrieved an oiled paper pack from his bosom, "This is something Furong asked me to bring to you, she said to eat it while it’s warm."

The paper bag emanated steaming heat, Rong Shuo’s hand holding the weapon slightly trembled, accepting the paper pack, gently tearing open a corner, inside were freshly roasted sugar chestnuts.

Rong Shuo’s throat choked slightly, "Thank you... Second Uncle."

The old general’s surname was Li, named Bu, he was the Princess Consort’s second uncle.

Rong Shuo picked out a chestnut, carefully peeling the shell, placing it in his mouth.

The sweet and glutinous taste, it was made by his wife, he ate the chestnut meat, clutching the chestnut shell in his palm, unwilling to let go.

The old general rubbed his eyes before saying again, "Your Highness, Furong also left me a message for you."