I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 44: Rain

"Boom!"

Before everyone could react, the sky was suddenly shrouded in a thick layer of clouds, dark and oppressive, as if it would touch the ground.

The oppressively still air seemed to have found its outlet for noise. In the blink of an eye, the last line of gray belonging to the daylight was swallowed by the clouds, plunging the world into darkness, like night. After a while, it gradually turned from darkness to a dull yellow.

The old general saw this situation and knew it was going to rain; the archery class had to be canceled. He gathered the palace attendants to temporarily take shelter in the pavilion by the training field.

From his experience, this was an ordinary autumn storm, coming suddenly but passing quickly, usually stopping after a short period.

This year, the Capital City has been experiencing a lot of rain, and he had gotten used to it.

However, before they could leave the training field, a flash of lightning suddenly struck.

"Ah—!" A young palace maid screamed in fright and immediately knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.

"This servant has lost composure, this servant deserves to die a thousand deaths..."

"What are you afraid of? It’s just rain; it won’t kill you!" Xuan’er said harshly. "Such lack of composure, you might as well stay and see if the rain will drown you!"

The young maid knelt on the ground, trembling like a quail.

Gu Lan frowned, pulling the maid up directly, and said to Xuan’er, "If you don’t want to be drenched like a soaked chicken, then hurry up and leave."

Xuan’er was about to lash out, but she held back, saying sarcastically, "Young Master Gu really loves playing the hero saving the beauty."

Gu Lan didn’t look at her, his voice cold, "Mm, but not saving you."

"..."

The young maid dared not hold Gu Lan’s hand. She stood up gratefully, almost wanting to kneel again, but restrained herself when she saw Gu Lan’s calm face.

Young Master Gu is really a gentle and kind person, she thought to herself.

Xuan’er took a moment to realize the implication of Gu Lan’s words, and became furious, but Gu Lan had already walked ahead.

"Gu Lan, how can you be so sharp-tongued?" Xuan’er chased after him.

Gu Lan ignored Xuan’er’s yelling, looking up at the sky. The clouds seemed close enough to touch, and she felt her breathing had become heavier.

Gu Lan’s brow furrowed; this rain was unusually strange.

She recalled the only time she failed a mission was because the city where the target was located suffered a once-in-a-century flood. She had come out of her hiding place to save several drowning children.

And the cause of that disaster was... A thought floated in Gu Lan’s mind.

Is Yan Capital inland? Probably, but is this a storm or a typhoon!

"Boom—"

Another loud clap of thunder roared, and in an instant, torrential rain fell, covering everything.

Gu Lan quickened her pace. The old general and Cao Chen behind her were drenched in an instant.

"How can this rain be so heavy," the old general could only shout using his inner strength, or else his voice would not be heard, "Ladies and gentlemen, Your Highness, do not panic, let’s wait here for the rain to stop!"

The place where they took shelter was a pavilion, spacious but slightly low-lying like the training field, not a good place to shelter from the rain.

They could only hope that the rain would stop soon... The group sat together with their own thoughts.

Time passed, but the rain showed no sign of stopping. The water on the ground had already risen over the steps, soaking their calves, and the crowd gradually became uneasy.

Miaoyan and her two handmaidens stepped out, saying, "Miaoyan needs to pay respects to mother today, I must leave first."

Her mother, Empress Su, had long been devoted to Buddhism, ignoring the affairs of the harem, so even Miaoyan, her own daughter, could only see her once every ten days or so. Naturally, Miaoyan didn’t want to be delayed by a rainstorm.

The three of them had prepared parasols and umbrellas, but Gu Lan spoke up, "The rain is too heavy."

"Young Master Gu, are you concerned about me?" Miaoyan smiled, a tear-shaped beauty mark at the corner of her eye moving slightly, then she praised, "Your archery is really impressive, even better than Rong Qijun’s former companion, Su Zixiao."

Gu Lan felt Su Zixiao’s name was familiar, but didn’t think much of it, nodding, "Of course I am concerned about you."

Miaoyan’s face flushed immediately.

Rong Heng looked at the "happy conversation" between the young boy and girl, his eyes lowered as he turned away, stepping into the rain before Gu Lan could react.

"Hey, Brother Hang!" Gu Lan called out, but Rong Heng didn’t respond.

"Fifth Young Master Rong—" the old general dutifully called out.

"There are matters at Xiaoxiang Palace, farewell." Rong Heng’s voice was transmitted coldly.

Everyone knew there was nothing urgent at Xiaoxiang Palace; Rong Heng just didn’t want to be close to anyone.

Miaoyan said, "Young Master Gu, don’t mind him. He doesn’t care about others or appreciate kindness."

Gu Lan’s eyes, which had just been filled with a smile, cooled down, and she gently asked, "Does the princess dislike Brother Hang?"

Miaoyan looked at the boy before her and suddenly had a thought: if she really hated Rong Heng like everyone else, this boy wouldn’t be happy.

She shook her head, speaking honestly: "I don’t dislike him, nor do I like him. Is Young Master Gu very interested in him?"

Gu Lan smiled with her lips red and teeth white, her ink-like eyes gleaming, as she suddenly leaned closer to Miaoyan, her clear and pleasant voice making people’s hearts tremble:

"Family doesn’t talk like strangers, Princess, I want to..."

Miaoyan widened her eyes at Gu Lan, holding her breath.

At such a close distance, she noticed that Young Master Gu’s skin... was actually whiter and more delicate than her own?

"——be your little uncle."

Rong Heng was Rong Miaoyan’s fifth uncle, then she could be Miaoyan’s little uncle.

Gu Lan quite liked the idea of having a niece for free, whether it was Rong Baoyi or Rong Miaoyan—they were all particularly beautiful!

Miaoyan was startled on the spot.

If anyone else had said this, Princess Ning’an would have ordered them to be torn to pieces, but facing Gu Lan, she couldn’t muster any anger.

"You wish." She herself didn’t know why she wasn’t angry at all but pretended to be stern, giving a light snort as she left.

The others, too, didn’t want to wait any longer, and shortly after, Yuan Lang stood up to leave.

He walked through the water, and in a short time, it had risen above his knees.

Rong Baoyi left with two palace attendants, dragging along her younger brother Rong Yunhao, saying that the Empress Dowager had summoned Princess Rui to the palace today, and they needed to see their mother.

Seeing this, Gu Lan prepared to leave as well.

However, she couldn’t go.

In a very short time, the rainwater had already risen past her waist and was approaching her chest.

Qin Zhenghu, who had been silent all this while, finally raised his head.

As far as the eye could see, the entire Imperial Palace,

No, the entire Capital City,

was already a vast ocean!

This wasn’t just a storm,

it was a flood!

Qin Zhenghu’s teeth trembled, his face pale as paper, muttering in a low voice: "It really is a flood... Mother... my sister..."

"Flood? How is that possible!" Cao Chen exclaimed in shock upon hearing him.

"Qin Zhenghu, what nonsense are you spouting?" A palace attendant angrily shouted, reaching their breaking point of disbelief.

The old general couldn’t believe it and muttered: "The Capital is the core of Dayan’s dragon vein, enjoying favorable weather for many years, how could there be a flood..."

"Qin Zhenghu, what kind of fear do you have from a little wind and rain?"