I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 53: Puns Will Cost You

How does Rong Heng manage to live under constant surveillance every day and still be so accustomed to it?

Gu Lan’s eyes were complicated, but since it was very comfortable to be carried by Rong Heng, she relaxed, closed her eyes, her head dizzy and heavy.

The Yanjing City after the rain cleared, the sky was still gray, the air filled with the damp scent of earth and a hint of coolness.

Rong Heng carried Gu Lan, walking through the long vermilion corridors of the palace.

His boots sloshed across the wet white jade steps, some places still had knee-high water. He kept his body steady, trudging straight through, his light blue long robe already dirty beyond recognition.

"Gu Lan." Rong Heng spoke again, because it had always been Gu Lan who talked more. Now that she was silent, he felt indescribable and just wanted to break the silence.

"Hmm?" Gu Lan hummed softly, her voice heavy with nasal sound.

"Thank you for your hard work." He didn’t know what else to say.

Gu Lan slowly said, "It’s not hard work, didn’t Brother Hang also save someone?"

She used a little force, tightening her arms, making Rong Heng’s body suddenly stiffen.

"Brother Hang, don’t deny it. Even if you don’t mention Yan Qing and Rong Yunhao, isn’t the medicine in An Rou’s mouth fed by you? I can smell it." Her slightly hoarse voice by his ear, wrapped in warmth as she spoke.

Rong Heng lowered his gaze, not speaking, not expecting Gu Lan to have noticed.

"You saved An Rou because you like her?"

Gu Lan couldn’t help but ask.

Ever since she had smelled the medicine scent in Han Xuan’er’s mouth, she had wanted to ask Rong Heng this question.

In the original book, and in her recent interactions with Rong Heng, he always displayed indifference and even aversion towards women.

He would eat the meals she brought under her persistence, would occasionally respond to a few words from Rong Yunhao, would angrily berate Qin Zhenghu today... yet had never, not even once, exchanged a word with any woman around.

Even though Rong Miaoyan and Rong Baoyi were his elder nieces, even when palace maids mocked or flattered him, he never responded, showed no reaction.

But he saved Han Xuan’er.

Gu Lan thought, isn’t that liking?

She had been lying on Rong Heng’s back, reminiscing about the original book’s content.

In the book, Han Xuan’er’s name appeared only once, at that time, the ignorant and arrogant girl had already become the Second Imperial Concubine of Yan Country.

When Rong Heng was titled Regent King, he accepted the Prince’s homage. The Second Imperial Concubine spoke rudely to the Regent King for the face of the Second Prince, was punished to apologize publicly by the Second Prince, and later abandoned by him.

Although she wasn’t killed by Rong Heng with a single stroke, her end wasn’t good either.

Could it be that Rong Heng, not cutting her down back then, was because he liked her in his youth?

Gu Lan believed her thoughts made sense.

Rong Heng didn’t know that the person lying on his back had imagined so much.

He said lightly, "I don’t like her."

Gu Lan’s heart skipped a beat, and without thinking, she said, "Then I’ll go like her."

Rong Heng: "..."

He hesitated for a while, but couldn’t help but speak: "Gu Lan, didn’t you hear what I just said?"

"You just said a lot, you know."

"You’re weak, avoid indulgence." Rong Heng gritted his teeth, emphasizing each word clearly.

How could a mere fifteen-year-old boy be so fond of provoking women?

No wonder he couldn’t do it at a young age.

"Avoid indulgence, how do I indulge then? Add more people?" Gu Lan perked up at that.

"Avoid, not indulge. A-void." Rong Heng resisted the urge to throw the person off his back, emphasizing each syllable slowly.

If it weren’t that Gu Lan was having a fever, possibly muddle-headed, he would have kicked this person flying already.

If he truly had such a brother, he wondered if he would live a few years less due to the torment.

Gu Lan yawned, hazily saying, "Brother Hang, puns will get you fined."

Saying this, she couldn’t help but laugh herself.

Rong Heng didn’t know what she was laughing about, but his heart suddenly softened.

Just as he passed a small path, it started to rain again.

This time it was a fine drizzle, Gu Lan squinted her eyes and sneezed.

Rong Heng took out a bamboo hat and placed it onto Gu Lan’s head: "Wear it properly."

Gu Lan nodded, adjusted the hat, then sleepily said, "I’m fine, Brother Hang, don’t worry too much."

Rong Heng sneered, retorting, "Me worried? I’m afraid the kidney-deficient Young Master Gu dies on my back, and Dingyuan Marquis Mansion comes to trouble me."

Gu Lan’s competitive spirit was roused.

She twisted her waist, feeling uncomfortable with the long-worn belt, so as she moved, she said: "Rong Heng, I’m not kidney-deficient."

Rong Heng sensed something, widened his eyes.

He stopped, feeling all messed up, his ears turning red, clenched his fists, holding back the urge to swat Gu Lan like a tiny chick.

Gu Lan realized she seemed to have done something wrong, immediately coughed to cover her embarrassment, lay still as a quail on Rong Heng’s back.

After a long time, Rong Heng finally moved again, feeling suffocated as if his chest was being squeezed painfully.

"How’s, it?" Gu Lan stumbled over the first word, suddenly tongue-tied, not knowing why she asked such a bizarre question, perhaps habit from usual banter.

Rong Heng sneered, his tone mocking and sharp: "Gu Lan, you’re really small."

Gu Lan: !

She wanted an exchange! Immediately!

Gu Lan roared inwardly, but because she was too sleepy, eventually fell asleep.

In her dream,

She dreamt of the person managing supplies in her organization, she reached out saying she wanted to exchange, the person held out a new one to her, and when she looked up, it was Madam Zhou’s face. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Anyway, it wasn’t a proper dream.

The pattering drizzle enveloped the palace post-flood, Rong Heng wiped water droplets from his eyelashes with one hand, noticing Young Master Gu’s stray hair falling onto his shoulder.

His breathing involuntarily slowed down.

"Mother..."

The sleeping Gu Lan murmured softly.

Rong Heng raised his head, seeing through the rain the distant palaces, thinking of Xiao Ning.

That woman was stunningly beautiful, yet so foolish, her face was the start of her tragedy.

She wasn’t a good daughter, naively believed the Emperor had affection, resulting in the downfall of the entire Pingnan Marquis Mansion;

She wasn’t a good mother, caring not for her own and her sister’s life and death, abandoning her young children, pursuing her so-called love affair...

However,

She also saved his life.

When she died, he no longer knew who to call mother.

Rong Heng rubbed his eyes, feeling Gu Lan’s steady breathing on his back, his lips subtly curving, his eyelashes coated with another layer of moisture.

He had indeed been very worried earlier.

But fortunately, Gu Lan hadn’t left like others.

This person,

In his days filled with scheming and conspiracies,

Was the only sweetness.

*

Rong Heng delivered Gu Lan to Xiefang Palace.

The Fifth Young Master Rong finally saw the only woman he’d been thinking about lately—the maid Zijin.