I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 258 - 184: The Promise

Gu Lan looked at the young man sitting on the horseback, reaching out a hand to her.

Without thinking, Gu Lan had already grasped that hand and mounted the horse: "Thank you, Brother Hang."

Rong Heng sat upright, holding the reins and looking ahead. No one saw the deep emotions surging in the perpetually calm and indifferent eyes of Fifth Young Master Rong.

Gu Lan sat on the horseback, and when she lifted her head, she could see the young man’s broad shoulders. The faint scent of medicine mixed with the cold wind and snow gave a sense of inexplicable security.

She always felt that compared to when he last carried her, the young man seemed to have grown taller.

Gu Lan clutched the fabric at Rong Heng’s waist, wondering if she should also change to thicker insoles. After all, it’s normal for fifteen or sixteen-year-old youths to grow taller.

Since, who knows when Rong Heng might receive news from her master.

At this thought, Gu Lan subconsciously moved her hips back a bit.

Although everything was foolproof, she thought it best not to be too intimate with Brother Hang.

——At this moment, Du Changning, who was also in the Capital City, sneezed.

"Am I catching a cold? That can’t be right," Du Changning muttered doubtfully.

"Hold on tight," Rong Heng said softly.

"Alright," Gu Lan nodded and bid farewell to Rong Baoyi, "Baoyi, we’re heading back."

Rong Baoyi looked at the two on the horseback with starry eyes, trying to hide the excitement in her voice: "The road is slippery on snowy days, ride slowly! Be careful, just maintain this pose, the slower the better!"

Gu Lan felt as if she had discovered something.

Just then, a shadow darted across and suddenly stopped at the city gate.

Gu Lan steadied herself and saw that it was Rong Miaoyan who had arrived.

This was Miaoyan’s first time truly riding a horse. She was wearing a light gold long dress that was not suitable for horseback, draped over by an Ink Fox Cloak, grasping the reins and panting as she asked, "Has Marquis Zhongcheng left?"

Gu Lan said, "He just left less than half a two-hour."

Miaoyan, with reddened eyes, asked, "And what about Qin Zhenghu?"

"He left with them. He and Duoji went to develop the Snowfield, on the Emperor’s command," Gu Lan said.

Rong Miaoyan had only just learned that Qin Zhenghu was headed to the Snowfield, hurried over, but still didn’t make it in time.

Gu Lan squinted her eyes, suddenly realizing, "They’re pulling carts, and with the snow, they won’t be moving fast."

Miaoyan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she suddenly slapped the horse under her: "Giddy up!"

Promised to see her after returning to the Capital City, the silent man,

she wanted to ask him face to face how he dared to break a promise to a princess of the nation.

Gu Lan watched her leaving figure and instructed two imperial guards: "Follow her, protect the princess when she meets Qin Zhenghu, then escort her back."

"I... obey your order," they replied.

Rong Heng slightly turned his head, looking at the young girl behind him: "You’re quick to react this time."

Gu Lan was surprised: "Brother Hang, you actually noticed something amiss with those two. You’re famously the most clueless straight man of Dayan!"

Rong Heng: "..."

Who does she think he’s dismissing? Recently, he’s been reading quite a few novellas, you know!

"Let’s go, it’s really cold. I still have to rush the homework set by the teacher when we get back, Rong Heng, why don’t you write it for me?"

Gu Lan murmured softly.

Rong Heng lowered his head, looking at the slender and long fingers on his waist, his eyes deepening slightly, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, lifting his mood a little.

"Alright."

"I was joking, our handwriting isn’t the same."

"... You have handwriting?"

"..."

Rong Miaoyan rode her horse, chasing along the tracks left by the carriages.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally saw a convoy, and also spotted the red hair of Marquis Zhongcheng.

"Qin Zhenghu!"

Amid the vast snowfield, Rong Miaoyan stared at the far-off familiar, slender figure, unable to suppress shouting out.

That voice was loud, but it became ethereal in the heavy snow.

Qin Zhenghu heard someone calling him and couldn’t help but stop in his tracks.

"Lord, did you hear someone calling?"

Duoji gently looked at Zhuoma, immersed in happiness: "No, I didn’t."

Qin Zhenghu finally realized that his future superior seemed unreliable and was truly a love-struck fool.

He turned his head to look back, and suddenly, he saw a black figure approaching from afar.

That black dot kept changing until he saw an alluring, breathtaking face.

The tear mole at Miaoyan’s eye corner, mixed with snow melting on her cheeks, looked like real tears hanging on her face, causing Qin Zhenghu’s heart to ache.

He hurriedly dismounted and saluted, lowering his head, not daring to meet Rong Miaoyan’s eyes. Despite the fact that the wound on his cheek was almost healed, it suddenly began to ache slightly.

Finally, Rong Miaoyan rode the horse in front of Qin Zhenghu.

"Look up."

Miaoyan said softly, in two words so flat it was almost hoarse, yet carrying an undeniable authority.

Qin Zhenghu covered his face and slowly raised his head: "Your servant greets Princess Ning’an."

"Do you know I am now in charge of the Wind Discipline of the Ministry of Personnel?"

Rong Miaoyan asked.

"Do you know that I have built the Mansion of Princess Ning’an outside the palace?"

"Do you know that although I like Gu Lan, I would rather be friends with her?"

"Do you know that I have been waiting for you to come find me at the princess’s mansion for a long time!"

She didn’t wait for Qin Zhenghu to answer, throwing out one question after another, her bright eyes gradually turning red.

Qin Zhenghu spoke in a hoarse voice, "Your humble servant knows."

In his gentle and clear eyes was full of guilt, he cautiously glanced at Miaoyan, then couldn’t help but lower his head, fumbling hastily through his sleeve to pull out a paper packet.

"Princess, this is green tea from Weizhou."

Miaoyan was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly, the anger in her heart dissipated.

She accepted the tea packet handed over by Qin Zhenghu, "I didn’t expect you still remembered."

"The princess ordered, your humble servant dare not forget," Qin Zhenghu said in a low voice.

Only then did Rong Miaoyan notice the scar on the side of his face, her brows furrowed:

"Is this why you didn’t dare to come find me?"

"Your humble servant..."

Miaoyan said, "Do you think I would despise your face, do I care about this face?"

"The princess does not care, only, your humble servant cares." Qin Zhenghu lifted his head with effort, his voice hoarse.

Rong Miaoyan looked at him for a long moment, then snorted with laughter, "Third Place Qin, what on earth are you fussing over like some old woman?"

In this world, only Rong Miaoyan liked to call him Third Place Qin.

"Your Highness!" Qin Zhenghu called out Miaoyan’s name loudly, his eyes slightly quivering, his voice mixed with the howling northern wind, and the heavy snowfall blurred the view ahead.

"Your humble servant will go to the Northern Territory, to Weizhou, to the Snowfield, to a very, very far place. Your humble servant will leave this city, not knowing when I will return, perhaps, never to return. Your humble servant dares not let Your Highness worry."

His thin robe was lifted by the cold wind, his refined and delicate face turned red from the wind and snow, and his eyes were shimmering with tears.

"I insist on worrying about you."

Miaoyan raised her red lips, her smile captivating to the soul.

In Qin Zhenghu’s mind there was a loud "boom", and he couldn’t hear anything, only Miaoyan’s light words, pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He could only dumbly look at Princess Ning’an’s bright face with a smile, her eyes as bright as gemstones, the tip of her nose a little red from the cold.

"You are going to save the people, I will not stop you, and one day, you will still have to return." Rong Miaoyan said again.

Qin Zhenghu swallowed hard, stepped forward, gently retied the untied cloak ribbon of the princess with utmost gentleness.

"P-princess, don’t catch a cold."

He said clumsily.

Miaoyan smiled, her brilliant eyes gazing at him, "What’s interesting in the Northern Territory?"

Qin Zhenghu’s body trembled nervously, instinctively nodding, "There is... a lot..."

"When you come back next time, tell it to me in detail." Miaoyan said.

"Your humble servant, at Your Command."

Qin Zhenghu opened his mouth, in the end, only giving a deep bow.

He is from a poor family, of low status, Miaoyan is Princess Ning’an, magnificent and bold, not yielding to men.

Like an insignificant piece of gravel on the ground, it has already fulfilled its purpose by becoming a stepping stone for ordinary people;

While the princess is the radiant sunrise in the sky.

How dare he claim the sunrise for himself.

Rong Miaoyan accepted his bow, her voice choking slightly, a line of cold tears falling from the corners of her eyes, saying slowly:

"The title ’Princess’ is just a name, Qin Zhenghu, what you are doing is truly worthy of admiration, how are you insignificant? If you can allow the people of Yan to live in peace and happiness, then you will be far nobler than those in positions of power who feast lavishly.

I will wait for you to return, will you come back?"

Qin Zhenghu stared at Miaoyan, she is a princess.

How could he deserve her to speak to him like this,

How could he make her cry.

Qin Zhenghu’s heart seemed to be struck hard by Miaoyan’s tears.

He nodded, for the first time directly meeting her eyes, "I will."

Miaoyan then smiled, "Good, remember, this is a promise between you and me."

"Your humble servant will never forget."

"Then you stay here, I don’t want to watch you leave, I will go back first." Rong Miaoyan casually wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes, proudly lifting her chin, speaking in a commanding tone.

"Yes, your humble servant will watch the princess go back."

Qin Zhenghu smiled gently, his gaze steady and tender.

She pulled on the reins and turned around, her light gold cotton dress slowly disappearing in the vast white snow.

Qin Zhenghu did not retract his gaze for a long time.

He will return,

And not fail the people,

Nor the princess.