I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 230 - 160: Like

"Gu Lan has been conferred the title of Princely Heir!"

"As expected from my male idol, too remarkable."

"I heard that Marquis Gu was caught sleeping in the court again, and His Majesty has already granted him permission not to attend court daily."

"Since Marquis Gu returned, the security in the Capital City has improved a lot."

In the evening, as classes at the Imperial Family finished, Rong Heng heard the conversation between Han Xuan’er and Yan Qing, and couldn’t help but look up at the empty seats in front.

Hmm,

As expected from someone conferred the title of Princely Heir,

he had skipped classes for three days already. Rong Heng even suspected that she aimed for promotion, wealth, and marriage just to avoid classes.

Even though he had helped swap Lu Feifei and Lu Congyun, he hadn’t received even a single thank you.

Feeling indignant, Rong Heng left the palace. As the sun set in the west, his anger gradually dissipated with the falling sunlight.

He slowed down his pace, went to East Third Street, and bought two jars of candies at the candy shop.

"Oh, the young master is here to buy candies again. So many before, and you finished them so quickly?" The clerk at the candy shop said with a grin.

Rong Heng frowned in confusion; no one had ever dared to speak to him proactively. Did he not appear extremely unapproachable?

The candy shop clerk seemed to read his thoughts and said, "The young master seems to be in a good mood today."

Rong Heng lowered his eyes and coldly said, "My younger brother at home likes eating them."

He bought one jar of lemon-flavored and one jar of peach-flavored candy.

Rong Heng juggled the candy jars, hesitated a moment, and didn’t open them to eat.

Gu Lan is someone who enjoys cleanliness; he could give her two brand new jars of candy.

When he reached the entrance of Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, he silently went around to the side of the wall.

Before he climbed over, Rong Heng already smelled the familiar, spicy aroma of the small hotpot, knowing that it meant Gu Lan was in the courtyard.

The last trace of unhappiness in Rong Heng’s heart disappeared like smoke. He put away the candy jars and leapt over.

He didn’t jump directly into Gu Lan’s Step Lotus Hall, but landed in the backyard of the Marquis Mansion. Along the way, Uncle Li, the butler of Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, appeared.

Uncle Li kindly said, "It is Doctor Hang, long time no see."

In the Marquis Mansion, Uncle Li had seen Rong Heng several times. He had long realized Rong Heng’s true identity, but since the Young Master said he was just a doctor she picked up after the flood, they could only treat him as a picked-up doctor.

Rong Heng looked at him, nodded, and withdrew his hand that was about to take a mask.

He could sense that Uncle Li was highly skilled in martial arts; however, Uncle Li was someone ensuring Gu Lan’s safety.

Here, it was Gu Lan’s home,

but he could be more of his true self here, no need for disguise, no surveillance.

Uncle Li chuckled and said, "The Young Master is eating at Step Lotus Hall; you may go over yourself."

"Alright."

Rong Heng replied, stepping towards Step Lotus Hall.

He didn’t plan to ask Gu Lan about any matters regarding the Lu Family. Whether she knew it was him who swapped the bride didn’t matter. There was no need to mention outsiders between them.

What mattered was,

that upon arriving here,

there was still a youth under the flickering lights, with a bubbling hot pot, waiting for him to arrive.

The sound, bright and resonant like Qing Yue, tinged with a joyful smile, reached his ears.

Rong Heng couldn’t help but quicken his pace, clutching the candy jars tightly.

Alright, admitting to Gu Lan that he liked eating candy wasn’t a big deal, after all, she likes it too.

Rong Heng couldn’t help but lift the corners of his mouth.

Then, he saw the scene inside Step Lotus Hall.

"Xie Yun, Xie Jingqi, stop moving, will you? Don’t force me to paralyze your acupuncture point; a bet’s a bet!"

Gu Lan was leaning on the table with one hand, pen soaked in ink in the other, drawing something on Xie Yun’s face.

After a few strokes, she laughed, cheerfully eating a piece of boiled lamb.

Xie Yun let her do as she pleased, looking at her with an indulgent yet helpless gaze.

"Clatter—"

The small candy jar in his hand dropped to the ground, and with a small roll, candy beans scattered everywhere.

He could actually control his hand and catch the falling candy jar, but he didn’t want to.

Gu Lan immediately looked up, saw Rong Heng, and turned her head quickly: "Zijin, Zijin, prepare another set of dining utensils, okay?"

Rong Heng instinctively took a step back, and with a "crack" underfoot, crushed a sugar bean on the ground.

He quickly came back to his senses, his gaze falling on Gu Lan’s smiling face. For some reason, although he didn’t eat even a single candy, his heart felt as sour as if filled with a hundred lemon candies.

So, this smile was never meant for him alone.

"What are you two doing together?" Rong Heng had already regained his usual composure and asked with an indifferent expression.

Gu Lan squatted down, looking heartbroken at the candies scattered on the ground, but after some thought, she decided not to pick them up and said:

"Marquis Gu somehow thinks I like Xie Yun, so he’s been keeping Xie Yun at the Marquis Mansion for meals these past few days, and now he’s got his eyes on my little hot pot."

Xie Yun shrugged, his handsome face with a teasing expression: "Lan, it was you who wanted to eat the little hot pot, and you dragged me along with you, not eating properly."

Gu Lan’s old face turned red after being exposed, and she awkwardly shouted: "Shut up, Brother Hang, did you know that Dayan’s number one young master, Xie Jingqi, is terrible at the finger-guessing game? See the little turtle on his face? I drew it. Does it look like one?"

Rong Heng, suppressing the surging emotions within, looked at Xie Yun, carefully examining the artwork on his face, then smirked: "This is a turtle?"

Gu Lan coughed with her fist against her mouth: "You could also call it a softshell turtle."

Rong Heng: "Your drawing is as unique as your handwriting."

Gu Lan’s eyes widened instantly; she realized Rong Heng was mocking her!

She dipped her brush in ink, angrily charged at Rong Heng.

"Rong Zichan, do you not know who provides for you?"

The night was dim, but the lights in the Step Lotus Hall were bright.

Rong Heng saw the young girl charging towards him. With a slight sidestep, he caught her securely.

Gu Lan initially wanted to fling a few drops of ink on Rong Heng, but she suddenly remembered he had only so many clothes. If she dirtied them, they’d have to be washed, and if he couldn’t, she’d have to send more to him. In the end, the joke would be on her.

So she stopped her brush and ink, instinctively wrapping her arms around Rong Heng’s neck.

Rong Heng’s scent was still pleasant, and under the bright lamplight and moonlight interwoven, his expression looked cold yet carried an indescribable warmth.

Gu Lan was stunned for a moment, and an indescribable emotion suddenly rose in her heart.

And Rong Heng looked at her, a hundred sour lemon candies seemed to be melted away by a thousand sweet peach candies.

The face so close, the young boy’s intense breath, his clear, bright eyes seemed to reflect the moon in the sky, but right now, there was only him.

The moon was held softly in his arms.

As it turned out, what the storybooks said was true; this is what it feels like to care for someone.

It turns out,

an ordinary brotherhood doesn’t have such feelings.

It turns out,

it’s not that Gu Lan likes him,

it’s that he likes Gu Lan.

Rong Heng finally figured out what he’d been pondering all along.

"Ah, cough cough cough cough—"

Xie Yun, looking at the two of them embracing, suddenly started coughing.

Today’s little hot pot,

why does it taste stranger and stranger?

Gu Lan glanced at Xie Yun and said: "Brother Hang, Xie Jingqi is always coughing. Can you tell what’s wrong with him?"

Rong Heng replied coolly: "He’s sick in the head."

Xie Yun: ?

Finally, the three of them sat down properly to eat the little hot pot. Rong Heng glanced back at the scattered candies on the floor, his dark eyes swirling like a thick mist, and asked: "Why would Marquis Gu think you like him?"

Gu Lan shook her head: "Maybe... he thinks Xie Yun helped me trick Lu Congyun, so it must be true love."

Xie Yun finally understood everything and quickly realized, asking in shock: "When did I ever trick Lu Congyun? Are you saying... It wasn’t me who swapped Lu Feifei and Lu Congyun, I barely know Lu Congyun!"

Rong Heng let out a cold laugh, looking at Gu Lan, his calm eyes carrying a dangerous undertone: "Oh, I was the one who swapped Lu Feifei and Lu Congyun."

The candy jar was dropped by him intentionally,

just so she couldn’t eat it;

he did it, he didn’t care whether Gu Lan knew or not,

but now he wanted her to know.

Gu Lan was stunned, taking a long time to react: "No wonder Lu Congyun cried so badly that day. I thought she was willingly helping out, why was she so aggrieved? Turns out, she was really dragged in unwillingly... Xie Yun, when I thanked you, what did you admit to?"

Xie Yun said innocently: "I thought you were thanking me for pleading on your behalf in Qianyuan Hall." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Rong Heng looked at her gently and spoke: "Then how will Young Master Gu thank me?"

In his deep abyss-like eyes, there was a sharp, aggressive gleam. Gu Lan felt as if she were being targeted by some peerless assassin, and she suddenly wanted to have a fight with Rong Heng.

"Well..."

Gu Lan, meeting his eyes, couldn’t help but sense his hidden expectation, swallowing her saliva, she cautiously said.

"How about...I draw a turtle for you too?"