I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 145 - 100: Acting

"Clop-clop—clop-clop—"

The muffled footsteps came from afar and gradually approached.

Rong Jing walked slowly from the steps outside Xiaoxiang Palace.

He wore Black Dragon Boots and a black cloak embroidered with a ferocious roaring golden dragon in gold thread. He looked less like an Emperor and more like a traitor.

He was naturally pale, with lips bright red. At this moment, his face appeared eerily handsome in the dark, and his almond-shaped eyes carried a mocking expression, resembling a ghost in the night.

Beside him, Zhang Fengcai and another eunuch carried lanterns, bowing slightly.

"Fifth Young Master Rong, your servant instigated his master to leave the palace yesterday, committing a grave crime. The Emperor showed mercy, sparing his worthless life, only giving him thirty lashes and questioning him to teach him a lesson," Zhang Fengcai’s voice was soft and cold.

Rong Heng closed his eyes, the smell of blood filled his nostrils, and said, "Emperor."

Rong Jing walked up to Rong Heng and casually kicked Jiu’s arm, his exquisite Black Dragon Boots untainted by dust.

Rong Heng clawed at the brick floor with such force that his ten fingers oozed blood.

"It was you... and that boy from the Gu Family eavesdropping outside the side hall just now." Rong Heng lowered his voice, whispering into Rong Heng’s ear.

Rong Heng’s pupils contracted, a shadow flickering in his eyes.

"I didn’t expect, Wu, that you now have friends, bringing them out of the palace, bringing them to spy on me."

Rong Heng lowered his head, his gaze falling on the pool of stained blood on the ground, his fingertips trembling:

"I overheard unintentionally, not meaning to disturb the Emperor. As for Gu Lan, he has nothing to do with me."

"No matter," Rong Jing curved his lips, his almond-like eyes narrowing slightly, elegant yet sinister. "I wanted to know when Su Zhixue would discover it, but I didn’t expect you to be the first."

Then, he reached out an arm and squeezed Rong Heng’s neck.

"Your Highness, Your Highness—" Jiu looked on in horror, coughing up fresh blood again.

He almost couldn’t restrain himself from supporting his body, but Rong Heng’s gaze was so tranquil that he forcibly swallowed the blood in his throat, tears salty and wet streaking from the corners of his eyes.

One of the eunuchs stomped on Jiu’s broken leg, spat: "Kneel."

Rong Jing tightened his grip bit by bit, until the veins on the back of his hand stood out, watching Rong Heng’s pale face flush red.

"I said, I spared your life to make you repent for the Xiao Family’s mistakes. Seven years ago, the Xiao Family colluded with Wei Country, causing so many deaths at Dayan’s border. You must live in guilt forever, you must atone for your Xiao Family."

"Wu, you will have no friends, you are not worthy of friends."

"Gu Lan... just pitied me, gave me something to eat."

Rong Heng said with difficulty, looking at Rong Jing with such indifference, motionless, his dark eyes like the still waters of a dead pool.

Rong Jing’s smile deepened, then he satisfactorily released his hand.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Rong Heng collapsed to the ground, supporting himself on the floor, breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot from the pressure.

"I won’t kill you, Wu, you are my fifth brother. You used to smile at me when you were little, why don’t you smile now?"

Rong Jing laughed to himself for a bit, then suddenly frowned, softly asking.

A blurry scene of overlapping images appeared before his eyes, with a young child vaguely overlapping with the current Rong Heng.

It was an afternoon, the sunlight harsh, everything around unbearably hot.

He had just been reprimanded by his mother, full of complaints.

His mother said, Princess Consort Xiao and Rong Heng were his biggest threats and obstacles as Crown Prince. It was because of them that she, despite being Empress, felt like she was in the Cold Palace, and he, as Crown Prince, was not favored by the Emperor.

Young Rong Jing, in a daze, left his mother’s chamber, and suddenly, a soft little hand appeared before him.

"Second brother, I wrote the words on this fan, it’s for you!"

He looked down to see Rong Heng, not yet as tall as his thigh, looking up at him, with a smile as pure as carved jade, innocent and radiant.

"I am the Crown Prince, you shouldn’t call me second brother."

Rong Jing said, taking the folding fan from young Rong Heng’s hand, unfolding it to see: "Be humble; equanimity brings perseverance" in eight characters.

"Crown Prince brother, Third Imperial Brother said my writing looks good."

Young Rong Heng’s eyes were bright and dazzling, looking at Rong Jing, as if seeing through the filth and darkness in his heart, making him instinctively avert his gaze.

"It is good," Rong Jing said, "Does Rong Jue have one too?"