I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 51: Accident

All along, Qin Zhenghu had always feared the Fifth Young Master Rong, who never spoke in the Imperial Family School but suddenly hit the Second Prince.

If Rong Heng hadn’t spoken that day, Qin Zhenghu would have thought the former Emperor’s Fifth Prince was a mute.

He had also heard that Fifth Young Master Rong was once the former Emperor’s most beloved Young Prince. To what extent? The former Emperor even wanted to make him a king when he was just three years old.

However, before his demise, the former Emperor left a decree to confiscate the estate, which combined with the solid evidence found in the search of Pingnan Marquis Mansion proving Marquis Nan’s treason, led to the Xiao Family being executed to the last member...

Soon after, the once-favored Princess Consort Xiao followed the former Emperor to the grave, leaving the Fifth Prince as the grandson of a criminal.

How could a young man who grew up in such an environment be easy to deal with?

When he saw Rong Heng’s gaze come over, Qin Zhenghu shivered in fear. He forced himself not to retreat and immediately looked at Gu Lan, speaking with concern, "Young Master, don’t be afraid, Fifth Young Master Rong won’t dare do anything to you."

Gu Lan: "...What do I have to fear?" Rong Heng didn’t glare at her.

Rong Heng glared at Qin Zhenghu, his eyes filled with icy malevolence, his words sharp and sarcastic to the extreme:

"Third Place Qin, just because you passed the imperial examination and became Rong Qijun’s companion, you dare to fraternize with the people of Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, forming cliques, suppressing dissent, and collusion, you, are, worthy?"

Ha, he hadn’t even become Gu Lan’s brother yet, and Qin Zhenghu dared.

His string of words placed multiple high hats on Qin Zhenghu, belittling him to the ground.

Qin Zhenghu: "..."

So Fifth Young Master Rong not only wasn’t mute but could speak harshly...

Even if he wasn’t quite worthy to be his benefactor’s big brother... there was no need to speak of him like that. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Gu Lan also didn’t expect Rong Heng’s words to be so venomous; usually, he wouldn’t speak to others.

She scratched her head and praised, "Brother Hang’s idioms are really... consummate, catching people off guard."

Realizing Gu Lan’s status, Qin Zhenghu also understood that he couldn’t actually be his brother, so he cupped his hands and said, "Fifth Young Master Rong is right in reminding me; I was inconsiderate. The Young Master is of noble status, and I am but a common scholar, how could I be worthy to call you brother."

Nevertheless, Zhenghu is willing to repay favors, should the Young Master have any commands in the future, I’ll be there, through fire and water, without hesitation."

Gu Lan took a deep breath and looked at Rong Heng.

This person had already returned to his indifferent demeanor, as if his earlier harshness was just an illusion, but his gaze towards Qin Zhenghu still held an indescribable gloom and displeasure.

Gu Lan’s head ached.

Rong Heng probably would never know that the Qin Zhenghu he just berated, in the original book, is supposed to become his right-hand man in the future.

And now, his subordinate looks up to him.

She truly didn’t intend to steal the protagonist’s script!

Realizing that Qin Zhenghu, who should have been under Rong Heng’s command, was intercepted by her, Gu Lan felt a slight pang of guilt.

"Qin... Zhenghu, since you consider me a benefactor, then the benefactor’s brother is your brother too. Come, call the Fifth Prince ’big brother’ and see." Gu Lan slightly bent her eyes, trying to mend the relationship between the two.

Qin Zhenghu glanced at Rong Heng, his mouth twitching, not understanding why his benefactor wanted him to call Rong Heng ’big brother.’

He was two years older than Rong Heng.

Rong Heng couldn’t hold back anymore, rolling his eyes, he swept his sleeves and left, his voice as cold as ice: "Not necessary!"

Gu Lan wished she could grab Rong Heng by the ear and shout that Qin Zhenghu was his true good brother, his right-hand man!

Forget it, Gu Lan sighed. As long as she became Brother Hang’s brother, Qin Zhenghu would naturally stand by Rong Heng. Now that he was back on track and starting his work, it meant the plot wouldn’t change.

She pressed her sore temples and sent Qin Zhenghu away, letting him continue leading people to clear the river channels, while she finally felt a bit relieved, pulling out a handkerchief from her sleeve, seriously—

Wiping her hands.

She had never been this dirty before, with hands full of blood, body covered in mud and water, head full of debris and leaves and branches.

Gu Lan closed her eyes, mentally convincing herself several times that she was just doing a task, and then carefully wiped away the dried blood between her fingers.

After wiping for a long time, Gu Lan suddenly felt something strange.

She raised her head and noticed a guard at the entrance of Wenyuan Pavilion staring at her.

She had been wiping for as long as the guard had been watching.

"Uh..." Gu Lan frowned, remembering that she had pulled out a continuous supply of salt cloth from this guard’s chest.

The wound required rinsing with mild saltwater, and the old imperial doctor only had some strong liquor. She smelled the guard’s body and borrowed it directly.

Thinking about it now, it was indeed a bit strange.

Why would a guard in the Imperial Palace carry salt cloths typically used in military campaigns?

Gu Lan walked up, pulling out the last small piece of salt cloth, "Here, thank you."

The guard remained still, yet continued to stare at Gu Lan’s face.

His face was covered in mud, revealing only a pair of puzzled eyes, yet his build was quite tall and sturdy.

Seeing that he didn’t respond, Gu Lan yawned and stood up: "Alright, you continue, now that the water has receded, I’m heading back."

You continue—

She didn’t see that, as soon as the guard heard this, his eyes widened, and he stared intently at Gu Lan.

He suddenly recalled the masked youth committing an act in Zhongcui Palace not long ago.

That person was also constantly wiping hands with a handkerchief and also said, "You continue."

The guard’s eyes, light amber in color, now narrowed slightly as he unconsciously touched his butt.

The water in the auspicious jar that night was chillingly cold; his butt really hurt from the fall!

Under the protection of the Palace Attendants, Rong Miaoyan headed to the Empress’s palace, while Gu Lan left Wenyuan Pavilion alone, planning to head back to Maoqin Hall to find Zijin.

The fuming Rong Heng stood up upon seeing Gu Lan leave and followed her.

He intended to make a side trip to Xiaoxiang Palace to check on the two cats and see if they had starved to death.

After the water receded, the Imperial Palace was in chaos, but fortunately, the Emperor had already summoned the Imperial Guard and Inner Supervision to rescue people in various places. With officials like Qin Zhenghu, who had experienced floods, and some craftsmen cooperating, the hearts of the palace people had calmed down.

But next, the entire Capital City needs to be rebuilt after the flood disaster.

Along the way, Rong Heng looked at the dilapidated palace and the woeful palace attendants, his brow furrowing tighter as he gripped the crossbow that activated the Crow Order within his sleeve.

If the Imperial Palace was like this, the common people of the Capital City would only be worse off, too many people were affected by the disaster, driving him to leave the palace to help.

At this thought, Rong Heng bitterly laughed at himself.

A Ghost Doctor, mysterious, elusive, unpredictable, saving people at will, unrestricted by anything.

But he feared he was the most unworthy Ghost Doctor.

Gu Lan turned her head to look at Rong Heng, her voice somewhat hoarse, "Brother Hang, when we get to Xiefang Palace, let’s have a feast together."

Rong Heng halted his steps, "Who wants to go with you to Xiefang Palace? I’m going back to Xiaoxiang Palace."

Gu Lan turned her head back, beaming at him, her slightly pale handsome face carrying a mischievous glint, "But, I ran into Jiu this morning, and he told me, Xiaoxiang Palace, due to its old age and disrepair, has collapsed."

Rong Heng: "...When did this happen?" It was fine when he returned yesterday.

"Just now."

He wouldn’t go with Gu Lan to Xiefang Palace!

Rong Heng hadn’t had a chance to utter his refusal before Gu Lan suddenly collapsed right in front of him.