I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 47: Affection

The young prince focused his gaze and exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, isn’t that County Princess An Rou!"

Although he didn’t like Han Xuan’er, he was still very anxious.

Han Xuan’er’s clothing was already thin, and under the sudden cold, she was on the verge of losing consciousness.

Unknowingly, she had ended up beside Rong Heng.

In the churning water, Han Xuan’er shakily lifted an arm. She couldn’t even make out who was in front of her; she could only desperately clutch a corner of Rong Heng’s garment, murmuring:

"Help, save me—"

Rong Heng lowered his eyes, watching the dying young girl for a while.

Then, he bent slightly, grasped Han Xuan’er’s icy hand.

With slight effort, he pried each of her fingers from his clothing.

In the depths of his jet black eyes, shadows of dark clouds swirled.

After this step, he let go of her hand, subtly exerting force in his palm to push her away.

No one saw as Rong Heng’s hand passed over Han Xuan’er’s head, he discreetly tossed a pill into her mouth.

Zhang Fu was right behind him, and this was all he could do.

The completely unconscious Han Xuan’er continued to drift aimlessly in the waves...

"Uncle Wu...," Rong Yunhao was shocked by the scene, his voice stuttering, "That’s County Princess An Rou, even if she always bullies people and is so fierce usually... you, you’re not going to save her?"

Rong Heng withdrew his gaze, his expression indifferent and cold, his voice devoid of any emotion, "I don’t save women."

"Moreover, I can barely protect myself; how can you expect me to save her?"

Rong Yunhao was at a loss for words, but still looked down with sadness, praying for Han Xuan’er’s safety.

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After Gu Lan swam over, sure enough, the figure standing on high ground with a badly broken umbrella, nearly engulfed by the floodwater, was Rong Miaoyan.

She emerged from the cold, filthy floodwater, wiped her face, and spoke with concern, "Princess Ning’an, are you alright?"

"I... I’m fine... but those people, I saw so many of them swept away by the water... Gu Lan, what will happen to them?"

Rong Miaoyan originally wanted to maintain her dignified princess image in front of Gu Lan, but when his clear and bright eyes looked over, she couldn’t hold it in.

The next moment, Princess Ning’an threw herself crying into Gu Lan’s arms.

Gu Lan had not expected her tears were not for herself, but for those whose life and death were uncertain.

She held her tightly, subconsciously checking her own chest binding.

It was securely tied, not loosened at all during the journey.

"Qing... Qingyu, that’s right, Young Master, I beg you, please go save Qingyu—" Rong Miaoyan sobbed for a while, came to her senses, grabbed Gu Lan’s sleeve, her voice full of worry and fear, "She’s my personal maid; we got separated about half an hour ago, probably near Yongshou Palace."

Gu Lan remembered that maid; when she passed by earlier, she had already been rescued by a guard: "She’s already been saved."

Rong Miaoyan’s eyes widened in surprise and joy, and she covered her mouth, crying out once again.

Gu Lan looked at her and smiled, his voice softening, "It’s alright, everyone is still alive."

Listening to Gu Lan, Rong Miaoyan nodded, as if finding her backbone.

After a while, she calmed down, speaking slowly, each word filled with stubbornness and determination:

"Everyone will still be alive! I am a princess of Dayan, and I don’t allow them to die!"

She stood on tiptoe, trying hard to hold the umbrella high for Gu Lan.

Gu Lan looked up and saw the umbrella was already broken, but Rong Miaoyan wanted to hold it for her.

This umbrella seemed to carry all of the young girl’s perseverance, so she said nothing.

At such moments, Gu Lan could feel the warmth of humanity, something she had never experienced before.

Just then, Gu Lan saw a familiar figure floating in the distance, so she swam over again, saying, "There’s someone over there."

Rong Miaoyan stood high, jogging behind Gu Lan, holding the umbrella for her all the way, her little face smeared with mud, yet full of determination.

"It’s Xuan’er!" she exclaimed upon seeing Han Xuan’er.

Gu Lan approached, and together with Miaoyan, they pulled Han Xuan’er onto the high platform.

The woman’s face was as white as a sheet, lips purplish-blue, barely clinging to life.

Gu Lan hesitated not a moment, immediately prying open Han Xuan’er’s mouth to carefully check her oral cavity.

Faced with a drowning unconscious person, whether administering CPR or abdominal thrusts, one must first ensure no foreign objects obstruct her mouth or nose.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, discovering that Han Xuan’er’s mouth and nose were completely clean, without any mud or sand. Her near-death state was solely due to momentary drowning-induced shock.

Although she didn’t know medicine, she understood emergency treatment.

A familiar and unique medicinal scent wafted to Gu Lan’s nostrils, causing her to freeze.

This was Rong Heng’s scent!

Han Xuan’er had been given medicine by Rong Heng, which kept her going until now.

A flicker of doubt flashed in Gu Lan’s eyes.

Wasn’t Rong Heng supposed to dislike women?

According to the book, even if a woman danced in a grass skirt in front of him, he would likely stay unaffected and kill her with a single stroke. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Why, then, was he different with Han Xuan’er?

And why keep her alive with medicine but not save her?

Gu Lan pursed her lips and unconsciously wiped the mud off her hands.

Time was tight; she put the question aside, took a deep breath, and prepared to perform CPR on Han Xuan’er.

Unexpectedly, just as her lips were about to touch, Han Xuan’er’s breathing suddenly became stronger.

Gu Lan gladly skipped this step, arms perpendicular to the chest, pressing the lower end of Han Xuan’er’s sternum, and began compressions on her abdomen.

One press, another, rhythmically pressing.

Rong Miaoyan stood next to Gu Lan, holding an umbrella, breathing softer for fear of disturbing her rescue.

The young man in front of her was soaked from head to toe, his flowing black hair slick against his scalp, and his clear and elegant face covered with patches of black mud—a sight Rong Miaoyan had never seen before, so disheveled.

However, Gu Lan’s eyes were bright and steady, focused on saving Han Xuan’er, his slightly pale face serious and earnest, inducing a natural sense of trust.

Rong Miaoyan wiped away tears, embarrassingly finding herself liking this reliable and dashing Young Master Gu.

Finally, as Han Xuan’er let out a "puff" of exhalation, Gu Lan stopped the compressions: "It’s okay now."

She lifted her head to see the torrential rain that had poured all afternoon finally easing, turning into a moderate drizzle.

This time, it wasn’t dark clouds hiding the sky; rather, it was nightfall.

"Brother Lan!"

Rong Yunhao’s familiar voice rang out.

The young prince dashed up the steps like a firecracker, stopping abruptly beside Gu Lan, hugging her leg.

"I thought I’d never see you again, scared me to death, with such heavy rain, boo hoo, thankfully Uncle Wu saved me, and sister, sister gave me her clothes, she must be cold, then we got separated, it was terrifying, my dear heavens..."

The young prince went into clingy mode, reaching out for a hug.

Gu Lan instinctively wanted to find a little treat to block his mouth, realizing her pockets were empty, and the last two pieces of preserved fruit had been soaked.

She patted Rong Yunhao’s head and then lifted him by the waist to place him at the top: "County Princess Changle was saved by Jiu and is settled in the Wenyuan Pavilion ahead. Hero Rong, talk less after soaking in water, or you might end up waterlogged in the brain."

"Fine." Rong Yunhao sulked and closed his mouth.

Behind Rong Yunhao, Rong Heng silently watched the people in the distance.

The noble princess with an umbrella, and the handsome and reliable young marquis.

The pair stood together like a perfect match.

Rong Heng chose to ignore the "corpse" lying on the ground.

Gu Lan wanted to wipe the sweat from her forehead, remembering her hands and body were filthy and uncomfortable.

Rong Miaoyan noticed her intention, taking out a clean handkerchief from her sleeve, gently wiped her forehead.

The girl stood on her tiptoes, her small, upturned nose nearly touching the young marquis’s cheek, wiping the dirt off Gu Lan’s face as well.

Rong Heng lowered his eyes, holding Yan Qing’s hand, turned around: "Let’s go."

Yan Qing curiously asked, "Uncle Wu, aren’t we going over? Brother Hao is still there."

"Gu Lan is Rong Yunhao’s companion; with him there, it’s fine. I’ll take you to find your guard."

"Okay." Yan Qing obediently nodded, holding onto Rong Heng’s hand dependently.

Uncle Wu carried a familiar and pleasant scent.

And before, when he was ill, his grandfather brought a masked doctor to him, saying he was the famous Divine Doctor from the world, who could cure his heart ailment.

At that time, Yan Qing knew even the Imperial Palace’s physicians were helpless about his illness; he thought he was about to die.

It was the Divine Doctor who cured him, and he was still taking the medicine made by the doctor now.

Rong Heng carried the same scent.

He guessed Rong Heng was the Divine Doctor who cured him, wondering why his grandfather referred to him as the Divine Doctor, but surely his grandfather was simply muddled.