I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 250 - 178: Anticipation

The civil and military officials: ... They continue to make blind decisions.

Gu Chengzhao was stunned for a while before coming to his senses and then cupped his hands: "Uh... what does the Emperor want from me?"

Rong Jing took a deep breath, telling himself not to get angry, and asked, "Prime Minister Su’s eldest grandson, Su Zixiao, wishes to join the Dingyuan Army, what does Marquis Gu think?"

He looked earnestly at Gu Chengzhao, never before caring so much about this man’s words.

Rong Jing thought, if Su Zixiao were to join the Dingyuan Army, it would inevitably dilute Gu Chengzhao’s power, and since Su Wenzhong did not have a good relationship with Gu Chengzhao, most importantly, if Gu Chengzhao had even a slight sense of political acumen, he would not agree to the Su family interfering in military affairs.

If he disagreed, Su Wenzhong could not force it.

If Gu Chengzhao refused today, henceforth, a chair would be set for him in Taihe Palace, allowing him to sleep as he wished!

Marquis Gu scratched his head, saying:

"No problem, if he wants to come, let him come."

Rong Jing: "..."

Gu Lan looked at the Emperor sitting on the dragon throne, his expression losing control and breaking down, and couldn’t help but smile.

Marquis Gu didn’t think Su Zixiao joining the Dingyuan Army was a big deal, and neither did Gu Lan.

The Su family wanted to use Su Zixiao to meddle in military power, but Prime Minister Su chose the wrong person from the start.

Su Zixiao, this child, could be easily managed by Marquis Gu.

It’s just that Rong Jing was too suspicious and didn’t trust anyone, which is why he thought putting Su Zixiao in the Dingyuan Army would make the Su and Gu families collude together.

In this world, only Gu Lan knew that if the Emperor weren’t constantly calculating the balance between the sovereign and his ministers, suspecting everything, Rong Heng might not have necessarily dethroned him.

Su Wenzhong breathed a long sigh of relief upon hearing Marquis Gu’s words.

Since even Dingyuan Marquis did not oppose, then the matter was settled, next, it depended on whether Zixiao could make something of himself.

And he had confidence in his eldest grandson’s capability in leading troops to war.

Rong Jing barely maintained his calm and gentle imperial demeanor, appointing Su Zixiao as a Guerrilla General, same as Gu Lan’s rank of Captain of the Cavalry, both fourth-rank, entrusting them to the management of Dingyuan Marquis.

During the session, he also praised Gu Lan, who was attending the court for the first time.

Young Master Gu’s first court session ended so peacefully, as Marquis Gu passed Gu Lan, he whispered, "Next time, I won’t accompany you, it’s still more comfortable sleeping at the mansion."

Gu Lan was taken aback and a subtle smile emerged on his lips.

After the court session, Gu Lan originally wanted to go back to the Marquis Mansion to catch up on sleep with Marquis Gu, but unexpectedly Rong Yunhao suddenly appeared.

"Gu Lan! Aren’t you still the companion of this princely heir!"

The young prince waited at the exit of the Imperial Palace, obviously waiting for a long time, wearing a puffy, thick white cotton outfit, angrily standing akimbo, like a white and chubby little meat bun.

Gu Lan raised his eyebrow, boasting, "I’m a princely heir now too, my father also achieved a great victory, even directly wiped out the Qiangrong Royal Court."

The young prince was stunned for a moment before saying, "No, I’m the Prince Mansion’s young prince, you’re the Marquis Mansion’s young prince, which means I’m a bit more formidable."

Gu Lan: "Comparing fathers is no skill, you can’t beat me anyway."

The young prince completely forgot that it was Gu Lan who compared fathers first.

Listening to these words, he puckered his mouth, feeling wronged, said:

"I... Master Yuan taught me a lot of martial arts, I’m going to be a great hero wielding a sword in the world, I’m still young, I will definitely be able to beat you in the future."

Gu Lan patted his head, seriously and gently said, "Good boy, you can’t beat me."

Her expression was confident, and Rong Yunhao, who always particularly trusted her, began to wail.

His little hand trembled, sending the paper-wrapped bundle in his arms to the ground, and the almond crisps inside were exposed.

"Sob sob, Brother Lan, you’re not my Brother Lan anymore, I saved so many almond crisps, and I’m not giving you even one, sob sob sob—"

Gu Lan seemed struck by lightning, looking at the crying Rong Yunhao, she was dumbfounded and at a loss for what to do, she wanted to pick it up, but then thought better of it since it dropped on the ground.

She had failed yet again to placate a child.

At this moment, Miaoyan appeared just in time after the court session, gently saying, "Hero Yun, crying is not something a great hero does, have you ever heard the saying, ’A real man is not easily moved to tears’?"

Upon hearing the words "great hero", Rong Yunhao sniffed, barely holding back his tears.

Gu Lan pulled out a handful of candied fruit for him, muttering, "I didn’t say anything, did I?" After all, even if Rong Yunhao trained for a hundred years, he still couldn’t beat her, was she being arrogant?

Rong Miaoyan: ...

The only things in this world that can defeat Young Master Gu are a woman’s tears and a child’s cries.

Miaoyan pursed her lips and smiled, picking a piece of candied fruit from Gu Lan’s palm quickly, her tear mole slightly moving, her eyes captivating: "Can you give it to me?"

Gu Lan placed all the candied fruits in her pocket into Miaoyan’s hands: "You can have them all. Is your Princess Mansion almost done? Invite me for a meal someday."

"No problem!" Miaoyan curled her red lips, thinking that a little sugar was nothing for Rong Heng, but she had candied fruit.

Thus, the two of them took Rong Yunhao back to Maoqin Hall, Gu Lan didn’t have any specific assignment yet for her position as a Colonel in the Dingyuan Army as Gu Chengzhao had not made any arrangements, so she could attend the Imperial Family studies.

Yes, if she didn’t want to study, she could just say she’s going for military training;

If she didn’t want to train, she’d say she’s accompanying the young prince to study.

This was the little scheme that Young Master Gu had already worked out.

Miaoyan held the young prince’s hand, coaxing him along the way.

Although Miaoyan had already left the Imperial Family, her noble and unique status, as well as being female, granted her the greatest privilege: being able to freely enter and exit the palace.

Marquis Gu watched the three figures gradually disappear into the distance, unable to stop himself from sighing:

"Isn’t this just a family of three...

Phooey, phooey, phooey... she’s my daughter, Lan is my daughter, not a son."

He constantly had to brainwash himself, otherwise, he would sometimes forget Gu Lan’s true identity.

Entering Maoqin Hall, Gu Lan instinctively glanced at the last row but didn’t see the familiar figure.

"Where’s Brother Hang? Why didn’t he come?"

Han Xuan’er excitedly jumped up, "My idol, long time no see!"

"Young Master Gu." Yan Qing softly greeted, his pale face making Gu Lan feel he could faint at any moment. Yet, his eyes were full of spirit, and upon seeing her, it was as if he saw spiritual nourishment.

"Rong Heng isn’t here today, likely at Xiaoxiang Palace. The teacher doesn’t mind him," Han Xuan’er said.

Gu Lan nodded in confusion. Rong Heng rarely skipped classes; was he not full?

She had long tested that Rong Heng’s appetite was odd.

Once, Gu Lan brought a basket of buns, and Rong Heng ate half with her.

Another time, she brought two baskets of buns, and Rong Heng again ate half with her.

Recently, she brought twenty buns,

After Rong Heng slowly finished fifteen, the remaining five somehow also disappeared.

That was twenty buns!

Besides knowing he liked sweets, she could never figure out his appetite.

However, with Lin He now in the palace and people monitoring him, plus Noble Consort Qian who opposed him was gone, and the Second Prince was expelled from the Imperial Family, even if he didn’t bring his own food, he wouldn’t starve.

Thinking this, Young Master Gu went to raid the young prince’s desk, taking all the hidden almond pastries, planning to go to Xiaoxiang Palace to find him later.

Too much sugar isn’t good, I should bring him some almond pastries.

Meanwhile, Rong Jing, who had just returned to Qianyuan Hall after court, was holding a memorandum and reading it.

In the brightly lit palace, he was the only one present.

He trusted no one, so when there was nothing to do, he wouldn’t leave anyone inside the hall.

At this moment, Zhang Fengcai’s voice sounded from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Yongshou Palace has sent Ruyi Cake for you."

Yongshou Palace was the Empress Dowager’s sleeping quarters.

The Empress Dowager’s surname was Su.

Rong Jing’s wrist trembled, crimson ink dripped onto a page of the memorial, congealing into a scarlet spot, like a drop of thick blood.

"Bring it in."

A palace maid stepped forward, opened the food box, and carefully presented the freshly made Ruyi Cake, saying cautiously:

"Reporting to Your Majesty, this Ruyi Cake was personally made by the Empress Dowager in the small kitchen. The Empress Dowager said you do not like sweets, so no sugar was added to the red bean paste."

"The Empress Dowager is considerate."

Rong Jing put down the vermilion brush in his hand, the darkness in his peach blossom eyes almost becoming tangible.

In the next moment, a cold flash appeared.

Blood spurted from the neck, and before the palace maid could utter a sound, she had already fallen to the ground, dead.

The plate of Ruyi Cake the Empress Dowager made for him, fell to the ground with her body, shattering along with the white jade porcelain plate.

Soon, a pool of blood gathered beneath the palace maid, the Ruyi Cake soaked in blood, stained red.

"Your Majesty, what happened?"

Zhang Fengcai heard the commotion, rushed in, and upon seeing the scene, his pupils constricted.

The Emperor, holding a sharp sword, his eyes were filled with intense rage and murderous intent as his long, flower-like eyes looked over.

Zhang Fengcai’s hand in his sleeve trembled involuntarily, a trace of fear flashing in his eyes.

"Violation before the Emperor, clean it up," Rong Jing spoke in a hoarse voice.

He disdainfully tossed the sword to the ground, the blade landing in the pool of blood.

"Yes."

Zhang Fengcai composed himself, quickly responding, and promptly handed Rong Jing a wet, clean cloth.

Rong Jing took it, wiped the blood splattered on the back of his hand, the anger inside him seemingly calming a bit.

He picked up the pen, intending to review the memorial, but in his mind was still Su Wenzhong’s old, dark face.

Rong Jing forced down his hatred, taking out a new memorial.

It was the imperial decree submitted by Miaoyan, for the enfeoffment of Marquis Zhongcheng.