I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 141 - 97: Fart_2

Empress Su snapped out of her daze, clutching the handkerchief stained with her own blood in her hand. The turmoil in her chest gradually settled down as her ink-black eyes looked at her daughter, sparkling with pride and tears.

Gu Lan walked up to Rong Heng, speaking softly, "Brother Hang, our little niece truly has a talent for calming people and managing chaos."

She recalled that during the last flood, it was Rong Miaoyan who organized the manpower and divided the tasks, turning the originally chaotic Wenyuan Pavilion into an orderly place.

This time, after narrowly escaping a sulfuric acid attack, Rong Miaoyan was able to react so quickly.

"Who’s ’our’ with you?"

Gu Lan hissed, "Then she’s my sister Miaoyan."

Rong Heng looked at her without speaking. In the next moment, his cold hand already grasped Gu Lan’s arm, pulling her straight out.

As they passed by Madam Zhou, Gu Lan smiled and reassured her, "I’m just going with Brother Hang to change clothes."

"Let the Palace Attendant take you to change clothes!" Madam Zhou shouted after her.

Gu Lan: She would if she could.

She was almost being lifted off the ground by Rong Heng’s grip on her arm!

Forced out of Yonghua Palace, the cold wind of the deep night hit her.

Gu Lan’s facade of composure shifted, she shivered, touched her reddened nose, and her voice softened:

"Brother Hang, it hurts, slow down."

"You actually know pain?"

Rong Heng stared at the boy before him, whose lips had turned pale, slowly speaking five words.

"It does hurt a bit..." Gu Lan limped on one leg, smiling.

"Weren’t you saying you were fine after saving people just now?"

If he hadn’t seen the momentary unease on Gu Lan’s face, he would have been fooled by this kid!

Gu Lan said, "I was afraid everyone would see me injured, causing further chaos."

If, amidst the chaos, the Empress summoned an Imperial Physician for examination, she preferred to endure it herself.

Moreover, Gu Lan didn’t want Madam Zhou to worry.

As Gu Lan spoke, her vision blurred and she found herself lifted into Rong Heng’s arms.

Once wasn’t comfortable, twice was awkward, but by the third time, it felt natural and comfortable.

"Brother Hang, ease up your grip, it’s uncomfortable," Gu Lan suggested.

Rong Heng adjusted and asked, "How about now?"

"It’s fine. Brother Hang, weren’t you afraid of exposing your medical skills when you mentioned sulfur... iron sulfate oil in the hall just now?" Gu Lan nodded and then asked.

"Iron sulfate oil was introduced long ago in ancient texts."

"I see, Brother Hang—"

"Shut up."

Rong Heng, running out of patience, couldn’t understand why this person, even when injured, continued to chatter in front of him.

But, she only chattered like this in front of him.

"Alright then."

Gu Lan obediently nestled in Rong Heng’s embrace, comforted by his scent—it was, after all, the aroma of a doctor.

Due to the pain in her ankle, her voice had become soft and gentle.

Rong Heng carried Gu Lan to the side hall entrance of Yonghua Palace. Currently, the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet continued in the main hall, and there wasn’t even a Palace Attendant posted at the side hall which remained in darkness.

Rong Heng lit a lamp and rolled up Gu Lan’s pant leg.

It was just half a leg; Gu Lan allowed Rong Heng to see it.

As expected, her right ankle was swollen and red.

"This is what you call fine?" Rong Heng asked coldly, looking into Gu Lan’s eyes once more.

Gu Lan immediately shook her head, "It’s not fine, not fine at all, it hurts terribly. Brother Hang, check if it’s broken. If it’s broken, what will I do for the rest of my life? If Young Master Gu becomes a cripple, how sad would Zijin, You’er, and Miss Du Ruo be?"

The moonlight streamed through the slightly open door, casting a silver glow over Young Master Gu’s ink-black hair, resembling snowflakes falling around her. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Rong Heng’s gaze wavered momentarily, then he shifted his eyes away, lightly stroking Gu Lan’s ankle, and said calmly, "It’s not broken, just dislocated. How much strength did you use?"

His palm was cool, making Gu Lan itch and ache, so she bared her teeth slightly, "I thought I could kick that concubine to death, but she survived..."

Sigh, based on her current strength, she could kick someone without injury, but dislocate herself. She only had two or three tenths of her former martial arts strength, and not even one or two tenths of her usual power.

Thinking this, she was even more eager for a training partner, but unfortunately, Wei Chengyuan refused to spar with her, and today he was gone who knows where.

"Your ankle is too slender, like a woman’s."

Rong Heng seemed to notice Gu Lan’s tension. He applied slight pressure to the ankle, letting his palm, cool at first, become warm and soothing as he channeled Inner Strength.