I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 131 - 93: Probing

Rong Shuo’s eyes turned slightly red: "What did she say?"

"Furong said: Don’t worry about home, Your Highness, just focus on safeguarding the country."

The old General’s words were powerful and resonated in the desolate cold air.

Rong Shuo was stunned for a moment, then said word by word: "Thank you, Second Uncle, for relaying the message. Please tell Furong that I will defend the national gates and stand with Dayan."

After speaking, he took a deep breath, carefully placing the paper-wrapped chestnuts into his chest, feeling the warmth in his chest as if his wife’s gentle yet firm voice was echoing in his ears.

"I understand." Li Bu clasped his fists in salute.

The autumn wind was fierce, swirling yellow leaves onto Rong Shuo’s palm.

He looked up and saw a faint round moon hanging solitary in the gray morning, like it was draped in a thin veil.

Who knows when I’ll return to the Capital City again, and suddenly, Rong Shuo felt a bit of regret for not exchanging more words with Furong about their relationship while in the city. Now that he’s leaving, there’s nothing about them mentioned.

There’s only Dayan.

In a corner of the city wall stood two tall figures.

"Why is it General Li Bu who came?" Nian Xia softly asked, the silver mask accentuating her deep, ink-like black eyes.

Beside her, Rong Heng looked at the distant soldiers and said, "Li Qing broke a leg in the flood last month and is quite old now, so Rong Jing sent Li Qing’s second brother, Li Bu, to see off Rong Shuo and take over these soldiers."

"Li Bu is quite old as well now..." Nian Xia looked at the old General’s hunched figure and couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow, "Heng, you should visit the Li Family someday to check on their health."

"I know," Rong Heng responded lightly.

The Li Family used to be one of the significant military leaders, but now both generals of the Li Family are too old to lead troops, and the younger generation is disappointing.

"In the military, the only ones capable of leadership are Marquis Gu and my Imperial Brother," Nian Xia said, gazing at Rong Shuo’s solemn face, her voice slightly choked, "Some people you see less with each meeting, I wonder when I’ll see my Imperial Brother next..."

In the distance, Rong Shuo had already mounted his horse, waving the whip.

The battalion of soldiers knelt on one knee, pounding their weapons on the armor on their chests, creating a deafening roar.

"Farewell to Your Highness!"

Rong Heng turned his head and saw a tear fall from Nian Xia’s cheek, splashing onto the dusty ground.

He said softly, "I saw Rong Shuo in the camp yesterday; he’s strong and lively, just not very happy. If he knew you were still alive, perhaps he would be happier... Sister."

Nian Xia watched as Rong Shuo’s figure was gradually engulfed by yellow leaves, turning into a small black dot on the official road, eventually disappearing at the horizon.

She withdrew her gaze, shaking her head: "The once noble Princess of Dayan is now a woman of the brothel—knowing won’t make him happy. Rong Shuo is not just our Imperial Brother, but also Dayan’s Prince Rui. Some things are better left unknown."

Rong Heng’s eyes dimmed.

Nian Xia forced a seductive smile, saying, "Don’t worry, I’ll have You Ying lead a team from Magpie Workshop to protect Imperial Brother all the way, and return after reaching Yinzhou... Besides, no matter how wary Rong Jing is of Imperial Brother, he knows in his heart who Imperial Brother truly is."

Rong Heng turned to leave, his figure as cool and thin as frost: "Rong Jing knows I’ve left the palace, so for now, I won’t be in contact with Magpie Workshop."

"Won’t you be in danger then?" Nian Xia was startled, quickly asking.

Rong Heng didn’t look back, speaking calmly: "He won’t let me die."

After all, the former Emperor’s last edict was to ensure societal stability after the new Emperor ascended, by executing the Fifth Prince Rong Heng.

Rong Jing spared his life.

If he wanted to kill me, Rong Jing could have done so seven years ago; why wait all these years?

This may be the few remnants of... brotherly bond between him and Rong Jing left.

Nian Xia couldn’t help but ask: "What about Gu Lan? Although Young Master Gu is a man, it doesn’t mean Rong Jing won’t consider you... to be unsteady."

"That’s someone I care about, and I’ll protect her with my life." Rong Heng said lightly.

After a moment, a whisper, faint as mist and smoke, drifted into the air:

"It’s fortunate that Gu Lan is a man."

The convoy at the city gate watched Prince Rui leave the capital; for a long time, Li Bu led the troops back to camp. From today, these soldiers would no longer be Prince Rui’s border army but the Capital City Guard.

The sky began to lighten, and citizens stepped out of their homes to start a day’s labor.

In the teahouse, a storyteller suddenly slapped his wooden clapper, launching into his tale: