I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 80 - 69: Who Hasn’t Slept Through Class?

Late at night, at Prince Rui’s mansion.

Due to the birthday celebrations, Rong Yunhao did not stay at Xiefang Palace today but returned to his own mansion.

Prince Rui also spared a night from his busy schedule and did not stay at the military camp outside the capital.

Seeing the whole family gathered, Rong Yunhao couldn’t help but happily show Rong Shuo the gifts he received during the day.

"The Second Prince gave me a pair of Ink Mystic Jade."

"Mere worldly possessions, they are of no real use."

"Brother Lan gave me two boxes of pastries, Father, you should try them, they’re delicious."

Prince Rui tasted a piece and agreed, "Not bad, Young Master Gu was thoughtful."

"Princess Ning’an gave Sister a tube of incense, saying she’s worked hard taking care of me."

"Your sister indeed works hard," Prince Rui smiled, "The princess is truly intelligent and thoughtful."

"This dagger was given to me by Yuan Lang."

"This dagger is excessively extravagant and heavy, not practical."

Rong Shuo took the dagger from the young prince’s hands, inspected it, and gave a serious reply.

The dagger was not sharpened, its hilt inlaid with white jade and gold, exquisitely crafted.

"I plan to be a swordsman in the future, so this dagger will be stored in the warehouse," Rong Yunhao, listening to Prince Rui’s words, handed the dagger to a servant, "Once I’ve mastered the Micro Cloud Sword Technique, I will roam the world with a sword, taking from the rich to give to the poor!"

Rong Shuo thought to himself, take from the rich to give to the poor? Does he intend to raid his own family?

He was taken aback by the young prince’s latter words, "Micro Cloud Sword Technique?"

Rong Yunhao presented a long scroll from his bosom, saying, "This is the Micro Cloud Sword Technique given to me by Uncle Wu, he said he transcribed it himself!"

Rong Shuo unfolded the scroll and saw bold, flowing ink characters written with strength and grace.

Being a martial artist himself, he naturally knew of Emperor Taizhong’s swordsmanship.

In his youth, Rong Shuo once saw the tattered Micro Cloud Sword Manual in the Book Collection Pavilion, but he had already become a disciple under Old Marquis Gu, and besides, using a sword wasn’t common in battles, so he merely glanced at it without learning.

Later, he heard that a renowned ranger swordsman had sought entry into the imperial palace three times to take the Fifth Brother as a disciple; the former Emperor, proud of the Fifth Brother’s talent, decreed that all secret martial arts manuals in the pavilion be granted to the Fifth Brother.

Not for study, but to entertain during leisure.

Among them must have been the Micro Cloud Sword Manual created by Emperor Taizu.

Unexpectedly, after the Xiao family was eradicated for treason, many of those books were taken by the Fifth Brother to the Xiao family and consequently lost as well.

Rong Shuo’s rough hands brushed over the inked characters on the scroll, as if recalling his Fifth Brother’s childhood image.

Lively, clever, mischievous yet lovable, the most intelligent and sensible child in this world...

Rong Shuo knew early on that the throne was beyond his reach in this life.

His mother was once a lowly palace maid attending the Empress, who wasn’t favored by the former Emperor, thus using a maid to win his favor.

Unexpectedly, she bore him, the Eldest Prince, and was later conferred a title.

As soon as Rong Shuo understood things, his mother instructed him not to contest with Crown Prince Rong Jing, not to covet the throne, not to surpass the Crown Prince in studies, not to sow discord among brothers...so, while still a youth, Rong Shuo secretly sought Old Marquis Gu at the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion to take him as a disciple.

He avoided officialdom, distancing himself from Yan Capital, leading a small troop, starting from the lowest ranks of garrison duty, where the battlefield had fewer intrigues, just straightforward and intense combat.

Rong Shuo never interfered with imperial disputes and gradually gained the former Emperor’s favor.

Due to his mother’s status as the Eldest Prince, his relationships with his other brothers were delicate and distant, and he dared not get close to the Crown Prince.

However, in his heart, he always regarded Rong Jing, Third Brother Rong Jue, and Little Wu as his brothers, and viewed Lu’er as his one and only beloved sister.

The Crown Prince was benevolent and capable, loved by the people;

The Third Brother was exceptionally talented, the greatest scholar in Dayan;

The Fifth Brother was still young, and there was an innocent and delightful imperial sister.

He himself had married a virtuous wife and fathered the adorable little Baoyi, Rong Shuo thought this would never change.

Until seven years ago, the former Emperor passed, a posthumous edict turned the entire world upside down.

The Pingnan Marquis Xiao family was executed in its entirety, the Xiao young marquis perished on the battlefield, over half of the hundred thousand Xiao family army were lost, and Little Wu was implicated and moved to the Imperial Court.

Days later, the Crown Prince ascended the throne, and Third Brother Rong Jue also passed away from illness in his residence...

Before he even realized, he was conferred as Prince Rui, and then had to address the former Crown Prince as Your Majesty.

And his only imperial sister Rong Luo—

Rong Shuo clenched his fists, a trace of dull pain flashing in his eyes.

Back then, he was leading troops externally, only upon return did he learn that Lu’er, while picking lotus seeds for Fifth Brother, was pushed into the water by her personal maid, later catching a cold, and passed away.

Due to the age gap between him and Fifth Brother, he had once blamed Fifth Brother for this, even wished to tear that maid to pieces, but later, only helpless sighs remained.

He didn’t know how to face Rong Heng, opting instead to let things be, allowing the Emperor to place him in the Imperial Court.

Rong Shuo snapped back from his memories and looked at the handwriting on the long book; he already knew that his fifth brother was extremely intelligent, possessing a photographic memory, which was why the Emperor was wary of him until now. But he didn’t expect him to remember this sword manual and now give it to Yunhao.

The sword manual naturally had no errors. Rong Shuo patted the young prince’s hair, his voice low and gentle: "Since your Fifth Imperial Uncle sent it to you, it must be the real sword technique. If you want to practice, take it to Hei and let him teach you."

The young prince nodded excitedly: "Alright! I’m going to become a great hero!"

Rong Shuo shook his head with a smile, this child is so determined to become a great hero,

but who knows how he will manage the inheritance of his teachings in the future... 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

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For days on end, the atmosphere within the Imperial Family’s studies was intense and fluctuated between heaven and hell.

Xie Yun’s lectures were refreshing and invigorating, while Qin Zhenghu’s tests were soul-crushing.

Ironically, Qin Zhenghu believed the quizzes were effective, so the next day he produced another test paper, leading Gu Lan to feel he had invented the Dayan version of exam-focused education.

After finishing Qin Zhenghu’s newly issued test questions, Gu Lan felt dizzy and slumped over the desk, drowsy.

At this point, she’d rather go out and kill someone.

Xie Yun came in and began lecturing on poetry and classical texts as usual; his soothing voice like a cool stream made people feel tranquil and delighted. Even the young prince seemed to listen attentively despite his partial understanding.

The topics were the Four Books and Five Classics; however, Gu Lan was experiencing her physiology today and had been roused in the morning by Rong Yunhao for practice. Just having dealt with math problems, she felt increasingly uncomfortable.

She was holding a heated water pouch filled by Zijin, her complexion paler than usual.

Rong Heng had noticed Gu Lan’s discomfort when he arrived in the morning, but she waved him off, indicating it was nothing—just fatigue from revelries.

Rong Heng rolled his eyes in exasperation and stopped paying attention to her.

Revelries still needed him to treat kidney deficiency? He didn’t owe her anything!

Gu Lan yawned, gently rubbing her stomach.

Saying it hurts wasn’t completely accurate; it was less painful than previous injuries involving broken arms or legs, but saying it was uncomfortable was still undeniably true.

Taking advantage of Xie Yun’s mild demeanor, Gu Lan closed her eyes and started to nod off.

Xie Yun paused midway down his lecture and continued slowly, his eyes falling upon Gu Lan.

The Young Master Gu remained oblivious, his brow slightly furrowed, eyes tightly shut, already asleep.

As the others followed Xie Yun’s gaze, they saw her asleep.

"Ha, Gu Lan actually fell asleep in Xie Yun’s class; she’s done for," said the Second Prince, smugly to his new companion.

Since Qin Zhenghu joined the imperial court as an official, the Second Prince filled his vacancy with a new companion whom Consort Qian had found through connections—Lu Rufeng, the youngest son of the Capital City Governor, reputedly proficient in martial arts, as Consort Qian feared her son might be beaten again.

"Why do you say that? Isn’t Advisor Xie usually very gentle?" Lu Rufeng asked.

"Gentle, sure, but you haven’t been his classmate, so you wouldn’t know; when he gets strict, even the Crown Prince has to obediently listen."

Han Xuan’er, who had a change of opinion about Gu Lan, grew excited at the sight, enjoying the spectacle: "I really want to see what Young Master Xie looks like when he’s angry."

Rong Baoyi nodded: "I’ve never seen Xie Yun get angry either."

Rong Miaoyan: To be honest, I’d like to see that too.

Xie Yun had already reached Gu Lan’s side and stopped.

Rong Heng frowned and kicked the seat in front of him.

Gu Lan didn’t react at all, sleeping peacefully, with a corner of the water pouch showing.

Xie Yun glanced at Gu Lan’s pale profile, seemingly realizing something, and ceased the lecture.

"Advisor Xie, Miaoyan has a question for you!" Rong Miaoyan suddenly called out, fearing that Xie Yun would truly be upset with Gu Lan, attempting to divert his attention.

Xie Yun turned to Miaoyan: "Princess Ning’an, what question do you have? Please speak."

At that moment, the young prince suddenly stood up from the front row and fiercely threw the rest of an almond pastry at Gu Lan’s head!

His paper note throwing skills had improved so much that he now hit targets with almond pastry precisely.

Gu Lan’s forehead experienced a sharp pain; she slowly opened her eyes, groaning softly: "Zijin, stop it."

Everyone: ...

Meanwhile, Xie Yun had finished answering Rong Miaoyan’s question and silently turned, glancing at Gu Lan, who seemed just awakened, her fair cheek imprinted from sleep, his voice as enchanting as ever:

"Young Master Gu, please step outside with Jingqi."

The Second Prince couldn’t help but laugh, already imagining Young Master Gu crying from being scolded.

Oh, if only she could give Xie Yun a beating as well, she might be directly thrown out of the Imperial Family studies!

Gu Lan rubbed her forehead slowly, gathering the crumbs of the almond pastry, hearing Xie Yun’s words, twitching the corner of her mouth, thinking that this was the legendary: being called to the teacher’s office?

She sighed and stood up, following Xie Yun out of Maoqin Hall under the sympathetic gaze of many.

Rong Heng watched their departing figures, his eyes darkening slightly.