I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 246 - 174: Lord and Colonel

Duoji and Gongbu performed a touching drama of father-son recognition in front of a crowd of officials in Qianyuan Hall.

It was only then that Gongbu realized that Jiang Qu, whom he regarded as the hope of the Royal Court, was the one who almost killed Duoji.

As the Eldest Prince, Duoji was proficient in both literature and martial arts from a young age, valued emotions and righteousness, and was deeply loved by his people. Everyone in the Royal Court knew how he treated Jiang Qu, his mixed-blood brother from Central Plains.

However, even such a brother as Jiang Qu could betray him at any moment, so how could he possibly care for a father who had never valued him?

Gongbu looked at the young man with red hair in front of him; he was so strong and mighty. This was the child he once valued the most, the heir he desired.

Yes, Jiang Qu fled back to the Snowfield and even proclaimed himself as the Chanyu. Perhaps, he could indeed restore the glory of the Royal Court.

But such glory would have nothing to do with his former people!

In the end, Gongbu regretted.

He shouldn’t have, back in Weizhou, because Jiang Qu was the only prince who guessed the plot of Yan Country and the destruction of the Royal Court by Gu Chengzhao, considered him as hope and entrusted him with many matters of the tribe.

Choosing Jiang Qu at that time was an impulsive act. Now that Duoji had appeared, Gongbu was unsure of what to do for a moment.

Gongbu was taken away, his role being to inform everyone that Duoji was the son he once cared about the most.

Meanwhile, Duoji knelt before Rong Jing.

"I implore Your Majesty, Emperor Yan, to allow me to return to the Snowfield. I will personally handle the rebellion in the Royal Court and be at the disposal of Yan Country from then on! I only ask Your Majesty to let Gongbu and others from the Royal Court have a peaceful life in Yan Capital."

The young man’s eyes, unlike Gongbu’s always-calculating gaze, were filled with sharpness and solemnity, making people unconsciously believe his words.

But Rong Jing was unsure whether he was acting.

"If someone must indeed be let back, I might choose to let Gongbu return. He is old, even the most formidable old tiger is no longer a threat without teeth, and I could also let other princes go back. Since their prestige is not as high as yours, why wouldn’t I choose someone easier to manipulate?"

He was waiting for Duoji’s explanation.

Gu Lan then calmly spoke:

"Even a tiger without its claws and teeth still retains its control over the Snowfield. Gongbu does not care about any family members. Such a person, even when old, can still come back to life. But Duoji is different from Gongbu; he cares about his father, and he also cares about his family."

Xie Yun already understood what Gu Lan wanted to accomplish, so he stepped forward and said:

"Your Majesty, Young Master Gu is correct, and there’s one more thing: if Your Majesty sends other princes back, let’s not talk about whether these princes would cause troubles in the Northern Territory with Jiang Qu. Even if those princes wanted to counterbalance Jiang Qu, they wouldn’t have Duoji’s ability and prestige.

And Duoji is originally the heir of the Royal Court, and with Gongbu’s regard, if he returns, those who support Jiang Qu will naturally change their stance."

Only then did everyone finally understand Young Master Gu’s intention, each falling into contemplation.

Allowing Duoji to return to the Snowfield had the same effect as letting Gongbu return, but without the concern of letting a tiger return to the mountain.

That self-proclaimed Chanyu, Jiang Qu, would naturally crumble when faced with the true heir of the Royal Court from before.

Rong Jing slightly frowned, his gaze falling on Xie Yun.

Even he spoke for Gu Lan, as did Miaoyan on that day.

Behind Young Master Gu’s unruly appearance, how many cards was he hiding, and how many hearts had he won over?

Lu Bingxin, however, opposed this: "Human hearts can change; Duoji now cares about his relatives left in the Capital City. If we really let him return to the Snowfield, who can guarantee he won’t be the second Jiang Qu, causing trouble with his brother!"

Gu Lan, with eyes clear and sharp, gazed silently at Lu Bingxin and calmly countered, "Has Lord Lu forgotten how Duoji ’died’?"

Lu Bingxin’s expression faltered.

Duoji was ’killed’ by Jiang Qu.

These two were brothers, but now they were mortal enemies.

Rong Jing turned the jade ring in his hand, staring directly at Duoji on the ground, and said:

"Even so, what if you, one day, soften your heart again?"

Duoji lowered his eyes and slowly, slowly stood up.

Completing such a simple motion took all the strength of his body, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his face tight.

Only then did everyone notice that something seemed off about the Eldest Prince’s condition.

Finally, he regained an upright stance.

Duoji pressed his lips together and, one by one, unbuttoned his outer robe.

A pair of visibly twisted legs came into view before them.

He raised his head; his brown eyes shone with light, and even with such broken legs, he shouted with energy:

"If that day comes, Yan Country can tell everyone that the new Chanyu of the Qiangrong is actually a cripple!

We Qiangrong people would never let a cripple be our Chanyu!"

Gu Lan looked at Duoji, a flash of reminiscence sweeping over him, as if recalling the first encounter with his nephew; he had said, isn’t it just calling uncle, he could be the first to say it.

So, the man with the fiercest expression shouted the most cowardly words.

Even during Gongbu’s heartfelt conversation with Duoji, he hadn’t discovered that Duoji had become a cripple. If Gongbu knew, he might find his second son surprisingly more likable.

The ministers of Yan Country looked at Duoji with complex expressions.

A cripple, whether returning to the Snowfield or becoming the new Chanyu, would no longer pose a threat to Yan Country.

Finally, Rong Jing slowly curled his crimson lips into a smile, eerie yet gentle: "I truly didn’t expect that Duoji was still alive... Gu Lan, why didn’t you bring him to the palace sooner?"

Gu Lan thought to herself that if she had brought him earlier, before the news of Jiang Qu’s self-proclamation had spread back, how could Rong Jing be so troubled by this? Even if Duoji regained his identity, he would still end up like the other Qiangrong captives, confined and imprisoned.

"To report to the Emperor, it’s not that I didn’t bring him to the palace; I only found him on the street three days ago. He was too severely injured and could only get out of bed today."

She made up a reason casually.

As for whether Rong Jing believed it or not—up to him.

Duoji was supposed to have been secretly killed by Lu Bingxin, luckily surviving and successfully winning Gongbu over. Gu Lan believed that Rong Jing ought to kneel and thank her for this.

Xie Yun saw Gu Lan’s lively eyebrows and sighed, thinking that Lan’s reason was a bit too perfunctory.

He remembered that a few days ago, Gu Lan took away Basang, who was imprisoned by the Ministry of Justice, and through this, it was easy for anyone with clear eyes to deduce that the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion should have already rescued Duoji at that time.

Oh well, as long as she’s happy.

Rong Jing stared at Gu Lan’s fair and handsome face, his peach-blossom eyes tinged with a hint of blood.

This was indeed a great accomplishment for Gu Lan. Her appearance with Duoji solved his pressing troubles.

But it also made him genuinely notice this Heir of Duke Dingyuan.

...

Leaving the Qianyuan Hall, Gu Lan slowed her pace, waiting for Duoji to advance slowly.

Duoji trembled as he limped to Gu Lan.

"Congratulations, dear nephew, you will soon be able to see your wife." Gu Lan’s gaze softened, her lips curving into a smile.

This sentence hit the core of Duoji’s heart.

Duoji brushed away the moisture at the corners of his eyes, smiling through tears, and shouted hoarsely:

"Thank you, Uncle, for making this happen!"

Gu Lan looked up at the clear sky, where the sun shone brightly; today was a rare good day.

The next day, the Emperor commanded on the court.

Seal, make the Eldest Prince of Qiangrong, Duoji, the Marquis Zhongcheng of Dayan, and appoint him as General Fubo.

Marquis Zhongcheng for eternity, with successors from generation to generation, to pacify the Qiangrong, and guard the national gates for Dayan! 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Additionally, the Heir of Duke Dingyuan, Gu Lan, rescued the severely injured Marquis Zhongcheng, and as a young talent with meritorious strategies, was appointed as Captain of the Cavalry of the Dingyuan Army, to train under the Marquis of Dingyuan.