I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 79 - 68: I Have Seen, I Remember

Rong Qijun met Gu Lan’s sinister gaze, and panic-stricken, he took a step back, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.

He was genuinely terrified of Gu Lan.

Moreover, while he was confined to bed rest due to injuries for this past month, too many things happened.

The Qian Family, as his mother’s maternal relatives, had their right-hand auxiliary, the Cao Family, have their assets seized, and Cousin Qian Zhao was thrown into the Heavenly Prison. At the root of it all, it was due to the assassination attempt on Gu Lan.

Also, the assassins sent by Cousin Qian Zhao, the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion claimed that the Young Master was saved by household soldiers, barely escaping death. However, horrid rumors circulated in the Capital City, saying that night, Young Master Gu fought one against five, and blood flowed like a river!

According to rumors, after Gu Lan counterattacked the assassins, she captured an innocent old man to inquire about the residence of the last assassin’s official post, chased him to his home in one breath, and massacred the assassin’s entire family!

Regardless of whether these rumors were true or false, the current terrifying reputation of Young Master Gu is even greater than before.

As for the incident where Gu Lan once saved a palace attendant overnight in the imperial palace, it only circulated within a small scope in the palace, slightly improving some people’s impression of the Young Master.

Rong Qijun truly didn’t understand why the previously submissive Gu Lan had gone mad to such an extent and could still send him flying with one punch.

He truly didn’t dare to provoke her anymore.

But not daring to provoke Gu Lan didn’t mean he had to treat Rong Heng with respect.

Rong Qijun avoided Gu Lan’s gaze and looked at Rong Heng, a playful mockery at the corner of his lips.

Autumn had already descended, bringing a chill to the air. The young man in front of him still wore a thin, washed-out long robe. He sat upright at his seat, writing something, seemingly isolated from the world.

Rong Heng exuded a chilling aura, his loose hair fell from the edge of a black hairband, covering the indifference in his eyes.

His entire being radiated an aloof elegance that sparked jealousy in Rong Qijun, reminding him of an event from a year ago.

That day, his Imperial Brother had just been titled as the Crown Prince.

As they left the Imperial Family school, a torrential rain descended. Rong Qijun and the Crown Prince were carefully sheltered by palace attendants holding a green canopy, conversing casually beneath it, neither touched by a drop of rain.

At this moment, he saw a whitish figure flash through the rain: "Who is there?"

The Crown Prince, having already anticipated this, stepped forward; Rong Qijun could only follow, until he saw Rong Heng.

Rong Heng didn’t have an umbrella, soaked to the skin, squatting in a corner of the Imperial Garden.

In his arms was a bloody, dying small dog.

Rong Qijun recognized it; the little white dog had frolicked a few days ago, knocking over his mother’s scented tea, enraging her, and was then taken away by palace attendants to be dealt with.

Unexpectedly, someone had saved this dog, and it was now still alive.

"Imperial Brother, who is he?" Rong Qijun asked curiously.

The Crown Prince looked deeply at Rong Heng striking a lonely figure in the heavy rain, his voice filled with disdain, enunciated each word: "The grandson of a criminal, Rong Heng."

"Rong... he is Grandfather Emperor’s Fifth Prince!" Rong Qijun scrutinized Rong Heng, recalling rumors about him.

Princess Consort Xiao’s Xiaoxiang Palace was next to Zhongcui Palace. He had grown up hearing of the Xiao Family’s rebellion and treason, yet because Rong Heng lived in the Imperial Court, he had never met this Fifth Young Master Rong.

Now it seemed, Fifth Prince Rong was merely around his age; how could he qualify to be his fifth uncle?

Seeing the Crown Prince brim with contempt for him, Rong Qijun quickly and indignantly remarked: "Such a sinful person, it’s only Father Emperor’s benevolence that keeps him in the palace."

The Crown Prince smiled faintly, his eyes a mix of complexity but mostly filled with loathing for Rong Heng: "I will move out of the Imperial Palace soon; Fifth Young Master Rong is for you to handle."

Rong Qijun widened his eyes, surprised, and asked: "Imperial Brother, do you mean...?"

The Crown Prince did not answer his question, called for the attendants, and instructed: "Retrieve that dog and return it to Zhongcui Palace; for daring to steal the Noble Consort’s prized dog, administer twenty lashes to Fifth Young Master Rong."

"Yes!" exclaimed the attendant excitedly, summoning several palace attendants, who pounced on the thin figure in the rain.

Rong Qijun watched in a daze as the Crown Prince turned and left.

He hurried after him, clasped his fists, and said respectfully: "This subject brother understands, as long as this subject remains in the palace, I won’t let Rong Heng off easily! If someday, this subject brother also leaves the palace, I will certainly have someone else take over."

The Crown Prince nodded and suddenly spoke softly: "This is Father Emperor’s will."

Rong Qijun felt a chilling tremor throughout his body.

Rong Heng would not die,

But he could only live in humiliation forever.

Rong Qijun snapped back from his recollection, looking at Rong Heng, his expression indecisive and gloomy.

Things used to be fine; how did it come to Rong Heng having Gu Lan by his side?

If it continued like this, how was he supposed to fulfill the Crown Prince and Father Emperor’s commands?

When Gu Lan stood up, Rong Yunhao spoke: "My fifth uncle doesn’t need to give me anything, he saved my life during the flood; he is the lifesaver of this princely heir."

Gu Lan gave Rong Yunhao an approving glance.

Then, she looked at Rong Heng and signaled with her eyes to have him present the East Pearl she had given him.

Heavenly intervention sets the male protagonist as someone who hides his true abilities. She is truly understanding.

Rong Heng put down the pen in his hand, looked at her, and his light-colored lips gently curved upwards.

"I do have a gift, to give to the Princely Heir."

"Isn’t it just some worthless leftover scraps?" The Second Prince mocked, deliberately cornering Rong Heng, "Or is it gold and silver treasures snatched from Gu Lan?"

Gu Lan turned to the Second Prince: "Have you forgotten, who is Brother Hang to you?"

Her gaze was cold as ice, making Rong Qijun instantly recall the scene of her pinning him down and beating him.

While beating him, she said that she is his father and Rong Heng is his Fifth Uncle.

If it weren’t for considering the status of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, Gu Lan’s remarks would have led him to death a hundred times for treason!

Rong Qijun gritted his teeth with hatred but was forced to change his words: "Fifth, Fifth Uncle, but ultimately just a worthless..."

Under Gu Lan’s grim gaze, he swallowed the words "thing."

Rong Heng stood up, stretching his slightly sore wrist.

Rong Qijun stepped back in fright: "Rong Wu, Uncle, this Prince warns you—"

Before he finished, Rong Heng didn’t even look at him, instead, he unfolded the scroll in his hand and gently blew on it.

The ink on it was still wet.

"This is the swordsmanship created by Emperor Taizhong of Dayan. The original volume has been lost for years, I’ve transcribed its content to give you as a birthday gift." He said with slight uplifted lips to Rong Yunhao.

Rong Yunhao’s pair of pitch-black eyes opened wide, and he ran to Rong Heng in a few steps, dumbfounded at the scroll in his hand: "The swordsmanship created by, by Emperor Taizhong? Could it be the Micro Cloud Sword Technique!"

A hundred years ago, Emperor Taizhong of Dayan was not only wise and valiant but also a great swordsmanship master among the nations. The Micro Cloud Sword Technique he created was the reason why many swordsmen willingly served the Imperial Family, and it was also a dream sought after by countless people in the world.

However, due to the passage of time, it is said that the sword manual has long been lost.

Even a child like Rong Yunhao, who was eight years old, had heard stories of Emperor Taizhong wielding a sword to shock the world, cutting down traitors and exterminating the vile.

The youth’s handwriting was elegant and free, the strokes of his brush had an unrestrained flair, resembling dragons and phoenixes flying.

Rong Miaoyan also walked over to take a look, but instead of carefully examining the sword manual itself, she gazed at the still wet ink traces on the scroll, slightly lost in thought.

This handwriting surpasses even that of the teacher who taught them calligraphy in the Imperial Family.

As the saying goes, one’s handwriting reflects their character. How could someone with such bold, elegant, and sharp handwriting be a mere mediocre person?

Rong Miaoyan remembered Rong Heng’s past.

Legend has it, he was the former Emperor’s youngest prince, at just a few years old, the Emperor wanted to bestow upon him a royal title;

Legend has it, he frequented the court at around six, and some even say the Emperor once considered dethroning the Crown Prince because of him;

There are also rumors that the Third Imperial Uncle, formerly the most talented scholar in Dayan, praised his brilliance when Rong Heng was five or six years old, acknowledged his inferiority, and even personally taught him poetry and prose...

The Second Prince was dumbfounded too, after a while, he came to his senses, and harshly exclaimed: "Impossible, the Micro Cloud Sword Technique has long been lost, I personally searched the Book Collection Pavilion years ago, and found it completely missing!"

Gu Lan also looked over and noticed that the sword techniques described were grandiose and seamlessly fluid, anyone with some martial arts knowledge could tell the sword manual was genuine.

Rong Heng said, "It is indeed lost, so this was transcribed by me."

The Second Prince couldn’t believe it and said coldly, "Ridiculous, you only entered the Imperial Family this year, where did you see the Micro Cloud Sword Technique? Who knows if you didn’t just see some counterfeit sword technique somewhere, trying to deceive Brother Hao! Maybe you just fabricated this sword manual."

Rong Yunhao: "But I think it’s real."

Rong Heng’s voice was calm: "Do you know how the Micro Cloud Sword Technique became lost."

Rong Miaoyan looked at Rong Heng’s expression and suddenly realized something, her breath became slightly choked.

"No, I don’t know... isn’t it just because of the passage of time."

Rong Heng’s smile at his lips was as thin and cold as the autumn evening light, his gaze vast and misty:

"Seven years ago, when the Xiao Family was punished, the Micro Cloud Sword Technique granted to Fifth Prince Rong Heng for observation, was burned amidst the chaos.

I have seen it, I remember."

After speaking, he calmly walked out of Maoqin Hall, leaving behind a faint silhouette to the crowd.

He had once seen pagodas with a thousand layers destroyed before his eyes, vast volumes of books burned in an instant, had witnessed imperial favor as fleeting as morning dew, had once sat surrounded by countless servants, enjoyed limitless gifts and treasures.

Ultimately, only solitude remained.

In Rong Heng’s sleeve was the East Pearl given by Gu Lan.

This is what is truly precious, and he couldn’t bear to give it away.

Rong Miaoyan gazed at his figure, lowered her head, and muttered imperceptibly: "Even if the Xiao Family let down Dayan, how did Dayan ever do right by Rong Heng."