I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 85 - 72: Don’t Trip Twice in the Same Place

Chapter 85: Chapter 72: Don’t Trip Twice in the Same Place

At the moment he tossed the clothes in his hand, Rong Heng thought of how during the day, Xie Yun had also draped a blanket over Gu Lan.

At that time, the young girl seemed to awaken and said a heartfelt thank you to Xie Yun.

Hehehe...

Looking at the deeply sleeping Young Master Gu in front of him, who showed no sign of waking even as he approached, Rong Heng couldn’t help but twitch his lips with a sudden urge to wake her up.

Xie Yun at least got a thank you. He didn’t even get that!

When Gu Lan woke up, she looked at the clothes draped over her shoulders and was dazed for a moment.

These were Rong Heng’s clothes, and she hadn’t woken up.

Rong Heng sat beside her, holding a scroll in his hand, his face illuminated by the flickering orange-yellow light, his long eyelashes gently lowered, casting a light shadow, looking particularly warm.

Gu Lan instinctively rubbed her face, wondering why it felt so hot.

She glanced at the sky, tidied up her belongings on Rong Heng’s desk, folded his robe neatly and placed it aside, carefully wiped a drop of ink that had splashed onto the desk, then earnestly spouted nonsense:

"It’s all because I worked too hard during the day that I accidentally fell asleep."

Rong Heng lifted his eyelids slightly, "Weren’t you sleeping during the day too?"

Gu Lan: ...Brother Hang, there’s no fun in it if you expose me.

"It’s already late; I’ll take my leave now. Tomorrow, I’ll come back to Xiaoxiang Palace to practice my calligraphy!"

Rong Heng coldly said, "Better not come."

"Then I’ll come to Xiaoxiang Palace for dinner tomorrow," Gu Lan changed tack, walked out the door, and woke Zijin, who was dozing outside, "Let’s go."

Rong Heng had dinner with her; he wouldn’t skip meals himself.

Rong Heng, defeated by Young Master Gu’s dinnertime presence, glanced at the canvas bag that Gu Lan had placed on the desk from the start, frowning, "Take your things with you."

Gu Lan hugged the scrolls in her arms tightly, slowly saying, "I’ve already taken these with me... Good night, Brother Zichan."

Saying so, before Rong Heng could react, she had already pulled Zijin and ran out of Xiaoxiang Palace.

Rong Heng, due to her parting words, stood in the cold wind for another two-hour.

With a lantern in his hand, Zijin walked back the way they came, much like before, when Gu Lan suddenly stopped and looked around.

"Young Master, what’s the matter?" Zijin, frightened by Gu Lan’s suddenly serious demeanor, trembled as he held the lantern.

Gu Lan slightly furrowed her brows and shouted into the dark corridor: "Wei Chengyuan!"

The night was dim, and only a bird called twice.

Zijin widened his eyes, aware of who Wei Chengyuan was from several little hotpots before:

"Why did the Young Master call for Young Master Wei... Could it be that Young Master Wei followed us into the palace?"

"Remove the ’could it be’," Gu Lan responded, then furrowed her brows, "The question is, where has he gone?"

On the way to Xiaoxiang Palace, she could sense Wei Chengyuan following her. After entering Xiaoxiang Palace, she didn’t know where he had hidden. Now as she returned to Xiefang Palace, Wei Chengyuan was nowhere to be seen.

"Never mind, he’s a grown man; he won’t run into trouble. Let him go where he wants."

As Gu Lan spoke, she pulled the skeptical Zijin, who was also reluctant to learn martial arts wall-climbing, to head back.

Inside Xiaoxiang Palace, Rong Heng furrowed his brows tightly, staring at Gu Lan’s bulging canvas bag.

This was the bag Gu Lan usually carried to the Imperial Family, and now who knows what it was packed with.

"Your Highness, shall we open it? Let’s see what exactly Young Master Gu has given you!" Jiu was also curious, eagerly watching.

Rong Heng picked up the bag, turning his back to him, "Go keep an eye on Zhang Fu, and mind less of my business."

Jiu remarked, "I’m only concerned for you!"

Then Jiu added, "Besides, when we opened the door for Young Master Gu earlier tonight, Zhang Fu woke up, and after seeing who it was, he stopped watching us and is now sound asleep in the side room."

"Annoying," Rong Heng lowered his gaze and opened the canvas bag.

Suddenly, his eyes widened slightly.

The bag contained three brand new cotton robes, simply styled yet crafted with precision, two for inner wear and one for outer wear.

Gu Lan had surprisingly gifted him three new robes.

His clothes, when he was young, were created by the Clothes Bureau’s and the embroidery workshop’s most skilled embroideress. Later, Rong Luo would mend the worn patches.

After Rong Luo left, Rong Heng never had new clothes again.

He felt the tightly stitched cotton fabric, the exquisite Shu Brocade silk smooth, the muted moonlight color fitting his usual wardrobe.

Rong Heng softly asked, "Who do you think made these clothes?"

Was it Zijin, or You’er, or Ling’er perhaps...

Jiu didn’t catch the nuance in Rong Heng’s tone, looked eagerly at the side, "I don’t know who made the clothes; I’m just concerned whether Young Master Gu prepared a set for me too."