I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 257 - 183: Reunion

The snow was falling heavily, as if white sand was drifting down, landing on everyone’s brows and hair.

Among them, Duoji’s hair was the funniest, a small tuft of pure white snow piled on his fiery red head, like a frozen torch.

He had braided his hair again, returning to his former hairstyle, but he was no longer wearing the red robes of the Qiangrong.

Qin Zhenghu looked at Gu Lan and the others, almost moved to tears: "Alright, I will definitely come back to see everyone."

Duoji looked at the group of people from Yan Country and muttered under his breath: "Are you ever going to stop? Weren’t you supposed to be sending me off? Lord Qin will be my subordinate in the future, can’t you be a bit nicer to me?"

Gu Lan raised an eyebrow and retorted, "My Lord? Who are you referring to as My Lord?"

Duoji: "...Uncle, I was wrong."

"Dear nephew," Gu Lan curled his lips, turned around, moved his ears, and gazed into the distance, "I have a surprise for you."

"What surprise?" Duoji scratched his head, puzzled.

Just then, the sound of horse hooves approached from afar.

Wei Chengyuan, dressed in black, appeared in the distance, riding a blue steed, racing towards them.

Seeing Wei Chengyuan’s face, Duoji’s heart skipped a beat, and he involuntarily stepped back, aggrieved and collapsed: "Well... Uncle, didn’t you Dayan promise to make me a Marquis, why do you still want to silence me?"

Gu Lan: "Take a closer look."

Duoji examined carefully and saw that there seemed to be a pair of small feminine hands at Wei Chengyuan’s waist.

Wei Chengyuan blocked his view, and he couldn’t see who was coming, but his breathing instinctively slowed for a moment. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The next moment, the blue steed reared its front hooves high, neighing, and Wei Chengyuan reined it in, stopping steadily in front of everyone.

"Duoji!"

A loud and clear voice, carrying a hint of exotic flair, came from behind Wei Chengyuan.

Duoji was stunned, looking incredulously at a young woman with chestnut curls, who peeked out from behind Wei Chengyuan, smiling at him.

"Zhuo, Zhuoma?"

He murmured Zhuoma’s name, dazed for a long while, then looked at Gu Lan.

Gu Lan: "Why are you looking at me? Go ahead."

Duoji woke up from his dream-like state, stepped forward, and directly lifted Zhuoma off the horse, spinning her twice in the air, then hugging her tightly.

Gu Lan looked at Rong Heng: "This time, when do you think his leg will heal?"

Rong Heng: "Soon."

It was the first time Gu Lan had seen Duoji’s wife, and she carefully examined Zhuoma’s appearance. The woman was tall, her skin darker than that of people from the Central Plains, with chestnut curls, bright and beautiful features, her light brown eyes like gentle tiger eye stones.

Young Master Gu, who loved to look at beautiful ladies, had eyes that lit up: "Alien clan girls are indeed beautiful."

After a while, Duoji released his embrace, his eyes red: "Thank you, Uncle, for letting me see Zhuoma before returning to the snowfield."

Gu Lan said: "Who said you could only see her once?"

"What?!" Duoji’s pupils contracted, a thought he didn’t dare to believe surfaced in his mind, "Could it be... Zhuoma can..."

Zhuoma tapped Duoji’s head, bowed deeply to Gu Lan, then performed a Qiangrong salute, speaking lightly and gently:

"It was Uncle Gu who sent this warrior to fetch me from the Marquis Zhongcheng’s residence, saying I could return to the snowfield with you."

Gu Lan’s eyes curved with a smile: "No need to call me uncle, sister sounds much better."

Duoji: "...."

He steadied himself, accepting the reality that his wife could return home with him, and then asked: "What about Meiduo?"

Meiduo was their young daughter.

Zhuoma said: "Meiduo is living in the Imperial Palace of Yan with her brother and the Chanyu."

Duoji and Zhuoma had a total of three children, two sons and a daughter, all now with Gongbu the grandfather, to keep Duoji in check.

Gu Lan glanced at the distant imperial guards waiting for Duoji, and said in a voice only a few could hear:

"I used the Heir of Duke Dingyuan’s privilege to bring Zhuoma out, you can return to the snowfield together, as for your daughter, you called me uncle, I will take care of her."

Duoji almost kneeled to Gu Lan again, his brown eyes matched with curly hair, like a fluffy big dog.

He asked hoarsely: "Uncle, what if Emperor Yan gets angry with what you did?"

Gu Lan curled his lips into a mockery smile.

"In the Emperor’s mind, Gongbu is the most important leverage against you. He never thought that to you, what matters more is Zhuoma, not Gongbu. If he didn’t tacitly approve this, Yuan couldn’t have brought Zhuoma out."

In Rong Jing’s heart, Gongbu was not only Duoji’s father but also held countless secrets of the snowfield, a symbol of power for Duoji. With Gongbu, Duoji would obey Dayan.

He would never understand that to Duoji, power wasn’t what mattered most, his wife was more important.

Duoji sighed a long breath, once again tightly hugging Zhuoma.

"Tsk."

Young Master Gu silently enjoyed the scene of the two embracing, in a very good mood.

Rong Baoyi poked Young Master Gu’s sleeve and asked, "How old is the youngest daughter of Marquis Zhongcheng?"

"About ten years old?" Gu Lan wasn’t sure either.

Rong Baoyi: "Young Master Gu is looking after her, has he forgotten his reputation?"

In the Capital City, the rumors that Gu Lan liked young girls were second only to the rumors that she was a homosexual.

Rong Heng pretended not to hear, but his ears perked up.

Gu Lan blushed, whispering defensively, "Am I that kind of person! I... I like men!"

Baoyi glanced at Rong Heng: "That’s good."

Baoyi thought to herself, Young Master Gu has admitted to liking men, so how far away is it for her to like Rong Heng?

Round them up, and they’re practically together already.

After a while, Gu Lan asked Duoji why he was so frightened upon seeing Yuan.

Duoji came back to his senses, not daring to look at Wei Chengyuan’s cold and ruthless face.

"The first time I went to the battlefield, I heard of the old Marquis’s reputation, at that time under the old Marquis was a young general proficient in martial arts, invincible... he was your uncle’s guard, Yuan.

He was young and fierce, particularly ruthless when fighting our Qiangrong soldiers. Back then, he killed the Left Valley King of the Royal Court with one stroke. Everyone who saw him on the snowfield feared him. Oh, he also had a nickname we gave him: Ghost War God, the mysterious War God."

Duoji reminisced about the past, feeling wistful.

"Twelve years ago, when the Royal Court sent troops to kill the old Marquis, we all thought the Ghost War God had died too. Unexpectedly, he’s still alive."

Wei Chengyuan furrowed his brow upon hearing this. Though he had recovered most of his memories, many events were blurred because of how long ago they were.

Ghost War God?

The Qiangrong people gave him such an unpleasant nickname?

Upon hearing Duoji’s words, Gu Lan was moved, and suddenly said, "If that’s the case, Yuan, you should go with Duoji to the snowfield this time!"

Wei Chengyuan frowned, "Lanlan, I want to protect you."

Gu Lan waved her hand, her eyes flashing sharply:

"With my martial arts skills, I don’t need your protection. But didn’t you hear Duoji say? You used to be the Ghost War God feared by the Qiangrong people. He’s going to represent Yan Country to manage the snowfield, yet the Emperor didn’t give him a single soldier. With you there, it’ll be twice as effective."

Wei Chengyuan was still unwilling: "But I want to protect you."

Gu Lan thought for a moment and compromised: "I want Jiang Qu’s life. Follow Duoji, help me kill him, then come back."

Wei Chengyuan asked, "Who is Jiang Qu?"

"He’s the one whose arm you chopped off."

Wei Chengyuan recalled; he accidentally let Jiang Qu escape when he should have killed him.

Since he was the one who let him escape, he needed to help Lanlan eliminate him completely.

"Alright, Lanlan, I promise you." Wei Chengyuan’s amber eyes were filled with tenderness as he earnestly agreed to Gu Lan’s request.

He would go back to the snowfield with Duoji, but he only wanted to kill Jiang Qu, not caring about how Duoji managed the snowfield.

Wei Chengyuan didn’t expect he would suddenly leave. He hadn’t packed anything, but there wasn’t much to pack anyway. He was confident he would return soon.

Qin Zhenghu mounted his horse, and Duoji and Zhuoma did too. Basang led a cart pulled by three horses, loaded with supplies for the journey back to the snowfield. The three horses were to allow for timely replacement if they encountered any unexpected situations on the road.

Gu Lan gave her Black Steed for Zhuoma to ride. For girls, Young Master Gu was particularly generous.

If Duoji didn’t know Gu Lan was a homosexual, he might suspect whether his uncle had any intentions toward his wife.

"Uncle, farewell!"

Duoji clasped his fists, his gaze falling on Rong Heng, revealing a smile of snow-white teeth.

He looked at him and Gu Lan with an odd expression, and Rong Heng suspected he would next blurt out "Aunt."

Rong Heng said coldly, "Hurry on."

Wei Chengyuan clutched his sword, the distinctive token of the Dingyuan Army at his waist, riding behind them.

With him there, Gu Lan would not worry about the one-armed man, the one-legged man, and the foreign beauty, encountering any mishaps along the way.

Gu Lan was thoroughly satisfied sending off her nephew, allowing nephew and niece to reunite, feeling refreshed by the blessing of love’s baptism. Turning around, she noticed Rong Heng had already mounted his horse, standing tall in the wind and snow, his black cloak fluttering, his eyebrows dyed white by the snow.

"What are we eating tonight at the camp?"

Rong Heng’s gaze was unusually intense, seemingly carrying a burning heat, which instinctively made Gu Lan ask such a pointless question.

Rong Heng shifted his gaze, asked indifferently, "You gave the horse to Zhuoma, how will you get back?"

"I..."

Before Gu Lan could answer, Rong Heng extended his hand toward her:

"Oh well, brother reluctantly will take you back."

In the silent world, Fifth Young Master Rong could only hear his own heart pounding.