I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 49: The Princess of Dayan

The sky brightened, and the Imperial Palace was a scene of devastation.

Even the most magnificent of buildings seem fragile like a newborn in the face of a natural disaster.

However, while the jade towers and golden halls are vulnerable, it is the people of this land who are resilient.

Gu Lan was covered in dirt, which hadn’t been cleaned, her dark hair disheveled and casually tied with a ribbon, a few strands obscuring her eyebrows, making her look quite untidy.

She stretched lazily, her expression somewhat listless, her eyes lacking their usual brightness.

Her hand rose and fell, cleanly excising the inflamed blood from the wound of an injured eunuch, as if tireless.

A bead of sweat slid down her nose and fell to the ground, yet Gu Lan’s expression became even more indifferent.

The old imperial doctor watched with his heart pounding, feeling that Gu Lan’s blade wasn’t saving lives but rather seemed to want to cut someone.

Another person treated, Gu Lan squinted her tired eyes before quickly opening them again, a physiological tear forming as her eyes stung, and she murmured:

"Cutting people is simpler—"

The old imperial doctor looked horrified.

Gu Lan could endure sleepless nights, she could cut people with ease, and even if asked to cut people through sleepless nights, she would have no trouble—

Once, the organization mistakenly assigned her a task meant for ten people, and she completed it alone.

Gu Lan wasn’t keen on recalling the night-long cutting incident.

However, it was still easier than staying up all night saving people, because she couldn’t control the urge to cut, her eyes filled with a violent redness.

"This is the last dose of medicine."

Rong Miaoyan brought a bowl of medicinal soup, handing it to Gu Lan.

Since Gu Lan could also perform acupressure, the task of administering medicine was also given to her, specifically feeding those who were unconscious.

"You’ve worked hard." Gu Lan accepted it, nodding slightly.

"Gu Lan, you’ve worked the hardest."

Rong Miaoyan said earnestly; she had managed to sleep for two hours in between, but Gu Lan had stayed awake all night, saving so many people yesterday.

That night, she watched as the usually fastidious Young Master Gu became covered in dirt.

Gu Lan lowered her head slightly, hiding the weariness in her eyes.

"Young Master Gu, thank you for saving me. It was my misunderstanding."

The little eunuch who had been treated finally broke his fever, looking gratefully at Gu Lan with a flushed face.

The hostility in her heart inexplicably dispersed a little.

Outside the Wenyuan Pavilion, the sun was just rising.

The brilliant light gold sunlight spread across the earth, casting a thin layer of light over Princess Ning’an’s pale dress.

Rong Miaoyan wiped her sweat, the mole by her eye lifting slightly, and she said softly, "At this moment, I feel worthy of being Princess Ning’an of Dayan."

Gu Lan stood shoulder to shoulder with Rong Miaoyan, looking at her composed yet determined face, and smiled.

She hadn’t seen the Crown Prince, but she had met the Second Prince.

Well, by comparison, among the Emperor’s children, there were normal ones too.

At this moment, the Emperor’s palace.

Yuan Lang suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze shifting to see Emperor Yan seated by the desk outside the curtain, dressed in the Dragon Robe, his broad back in view.

Rong Jing was writing something, beside him a stack of thick memorials.

Yuan Lang’s pupils narrowed slightly as he slowly looked at himself. He was clad only in an undergarment, but indeed, he still wore an undergarment.

The scenes from last night began to resurface in his mind.

During yesterday’s flood, he had saved Emperor Yan.

His original goal was simply to improve his circumstances.

Yet, Emperor Yan was the most honored person under the heavens.

Yuan Lang still vividly remembered how his self-proclaimed wise and mighty father, every time the name Rong Jing was mentioned, would gnash his teeth in hatred, yet also harbor immense fear. This made him curious and fearful of this enemy country’s Emperor Yan for a long time.

After being saved by him, the Emperor’s eyes, witchlike and peach-blossom-shaped, filled with blood, seemed intent on finding some shadow on him.

Rong Jing looked at Yuan Lang for a while, then suddenly stood up, wiped the blood from his lips with his slender fingertips, and left directly.

At this moment, Zhang Fengcai entered: "Thank you, Crown Prince of Wei, for saving His Majesty. Please rest well."

As he spoke, he also raised his hand to knock Yuan Lang out.

At this moment.

Yuan Lang sat up dazedly, his thin lips parting gently, pulling at the wound at the corner of his mouth, bringing a sharp pain.

Rong Jing heard the noise and turned his head, his exceptionally handsome face carrying a hint of paleness, his tone amused: "The Crown Prince of Wei has finally awakened, I thought you could sleep a whole day under such circumstances."

Yuan Lang hurriedly struggled to kneel on the ground, unsure what to say, he tilted his head upward, his eyes showing a trace of stubbornness.

He was the Crown Prince of Wei, yet he had to bow and scrape to the emperor of a rival country, filling his heart with sorrow.

Rong Jing was momentarily at a loss, returning to the desk to sit, his eyes deepening, his peach-blossom eyes clear and noble, his voice magnetic:

"For protecting the emperor, Crown Prince of Wei has merited a reward; what do you desire?"

Yuan Lang widened his eyes, a hint of confusion in them.

He knew he hadn’t saved Rong Miaoyan, nor had he saved the Princely Heir of Prince Rui, much less the Emperor,

But the Emperor had granted him an opportunity to climb higher.

"I want someone’s head."

There was no hesitation in his voice, slightly low, containing an icy hatred.

Rong Jing raised an eyebrow, looking at Yuan Lang with some admiration, without saying whether he agreed, then ordered someone to bring Yuan Lang breakfast.

After finishing his meal, Yuan Lang prepared to leave.

He stepped one foot beyond the threshold of the emperor’s chamber, suddenly turned around, and quickly ran back to Rong Jing, who was handling state affairs, his clean-cut face displaying earnestness and stubbornness.

Rong Jing raised his head, puzzled, looking at him: "Is there something else?"

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince of Wei has a name, Yuan Lang, courtesy name Huizhi." Rong Jing had never addressed him by name.

"I will remember it."