I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 213 - 146: When You Find Someone Gentle

"There are people from the Inner Supervision who are on your side! And this person holds a significant position."

Miaoyan had realized that if it was not Zhang Fengcai who was tipping them off, then it must have been another hidden outpost of the Inner Supervision outside the hall today. Someone who could hear her conversation with the Emperor must be very close to the Qianyuan Hall, indicating that this hidden outpost held an extraordinary position.

Gu Lan remembered Rong Heng mentioning before that Lin He was the Deputy Commander of the Inner Supervision, second only to Zhang Fengcai.

Just through Rong Heng’s words, Miaoyan quickly deduced the problem with the Inner Supervision. In fact, there were only a few deputy commanders in the Inner Supervision, and who was outside the hall today. If Miaoyan checked carefully, she could find Lin He!

She pressed her brow, realizing that Miaoyan was far smarter than the likes of the Second Prince.

Rong Heng lowered his eyes, speaking indifferently, "Let’s treat the Empress’s illness first."

Rong Miaoyan’s sharp gaze suddenly fell silent.

Who was secretly delivering messages to Rong Heng within the Inner Supervision was not important.

Rong Heng had hidden forces and was skilled in martial arts and medical skills. What his purpose was, also didn’t matter, as long as he could save her mother...

"As long as you can cure my mother’s illness, I’m willing to help you in court. As for Gu Lan, she’s my friend. Since I’ve stopped my own marriage, I will certainly help her too," Rong Miaoyan said seriously.

Rong Heng did not respond, bending down, observing Su Zhixue carefully while checking her pulse.

Empress Su was still in a deep sleep, her lips turning purple, with blood streaks at the corners of her eyes. Her face was a pallid blue-white—these were symptoms from hanging.

"If it were another cup of tea time later, the Empress’s neck might break, and not even the deities could save her," Rong Heng said.

Miaoyan’s eyes warmed, once again thanking, "Gu Lan, really, thank you."

Gu Lan felt his shoulders dry, quickly pulled out a preserved fruit from his sleeve, and handed it to Miaoyan, saying, "It’s all right, just don’t cry."

Rong Miaoyan took the preserved fruit, blooming into a bright smile, and said with tears, "Gu Lan, even if you like men, I...you are the gentlest man I’ve ever met."

Gu Lan looked at her and smiled, "What kind of words are those?"

"Nothing," Rong Miaoyan’s gaze swept over the dark-faced Rong Heng, shaking her head.

At this moment, Empress Su’s brow furrowed, as if she were about to wake up.

Rong Heng stopped checking the pulse, pulled out a familiar silver mask, and put it on.

Rong Miaoyan saw this move and reacted calmly, assuming Rong Heng didn’t want to reveal his identity in front of the Empress.

Seeing Rong Heng, Empress Su was startled, eyes showing a hint of surprise.

Rong Miaoyan saw the Empress awaken and hurriedly said, "Mother, this is a divine doctor Gu Young Master and I brought from outside, known in the martial world...anyway, he’s someone from the martial world; why not let him check your pulse?"

Empress Su’s gaze softened as it fell on Gu Lan. She opened her mouth with a whimper, realizing she couldn’t speak, and just nodded slightly. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Having checked the pulse, Rong Heng spoke quietly, "The chronic illness recurs, pulmonary congestion, the dose of aconite is insufficient."

"Pulmonary? The Imperial Physician said it was heart disease."

Rong Heng rolled his eyes, indifferently saying, "Yes, heart disease needs a heart remedy. Go find the heart medicine."

Saying this, he began writing a prescription: "The dosage of the previous prescription needs adjusting. After the Empress’s health improves, use this prescription. Slowly brew a pot on low flame, administer it five times, once every two hours, take it continuously day and night, and improvement should occur."

Gu Lan listened, keenly noting the word "previous."

How did Rong Heng know the Empress’s previous prescription?

Rong Miaoyan glanced at each herb in the prescription, "These herbs are quite common, but you’re not checking anything else? Are you done just like this?"

The speed of this treatment and prescribing was too fast.

"If you don’t trust it, you don’t have to take it," Rong Heng said flatly.

Rong Miaoyan’s sleeve moved, she lowered her head, seeing Empress Su gently tugging at her sleeve.

Miaoyan and Empress Su exchanged looks. She recognized the Empress’s trust in Rong Heng.

"Thank you, Doctor! In the court tomorrow, His Majesty will appoint me as the vice director of the Ministry of Personnel and concurrently the Observing Wind Ministry. If you ever need anything, I will certainly help to the best of my ability," Rong Miaoyan said to Rong Heng seriously.

Rong Heng looked indifferent, gazing out the window, "It’s getting late, we are leaving."

"You... us?"

Gu Lan followed behind him as they left, turning back to say, "Miaoyan, see you another day."

Rong Miaoyan watched as the crutch she had just found walked away, unable to hold Gu Lan back. She gazed in surprise at the two figures leaving side by side, murmuring, "A rabbit doesn’t eat the grass around its burrow? Why do I feel you’re quite happy to eat it?"

At this hour, the palace gates were already locked. Rong Heng returned to Xiaoxiang Palace, while Gu Lan stayed overnight at Xiefang Palace.

She grabbed his sleeve and questioned in a low voice, "Brother Hang, you’re deceiving me."

Rong Heng was taken aback, "How did I deceive you?"

"You previously said you didn’t know what illness Empress Su had, but just now... You wore a mask not to avoid Empress Su recognizing your identity, but because you had treated her before. You wore the mask so she would recognize you. That’s why Empress Su let Miaoyan trust you," Gu Lan said.

Rong Heng: He seemed to pretend he didn’t know Su Zhixue’s illness, but that was during the Mid-Autumn Festival. At the time, he even considered not caring about Su Zhixue’s life or death.

How does Gu Lan still remember now?

He paused for a moment, lowered his eyes, and obediently explained to Gu Lan:

"Su Zhixue’s illness is indeed a heart disease; the cold wind entered the body, leading to insufficient blood supply, causing difficulty in breathing and coughing blood... Five years ago, I gave her a prescription, and two years ago, her condition worsened, and I changed the prescription."

Gu Lan realized, the corners of his lips rising: "So no matter what, even if Miaoyan doesn’t agree to help you, you would actually save Empress Su because — the Third Prince."

Rong Heng snorted softly without answering.

Su Zhixue was the only person the Third Imperial Brother cared about when alive.

Gu Lan looked at the quiet and clear face of the young man, thinking, Rong Heng was the gentlest young boy she had ever seen.

The next morning.

Rong Miaoyan had stayed by Empress Su’s side all night until the Empress awoke again.

"Water..." Su Zhixue’s voice was barely audible.

Rong Miaoyan immediately awoke, gently helping Su Zhixue up, pouring a cup of warm water and feeding her personally, her voice hoarse from no sleep:

"The Imperial Physician said that as long as you could wake up within a day, there would be no threat to your life. Fortunately, you woke up."

Su Zhixue’s expression flickered, showing a faint, reassuring smile.

Miaoyan looked at her mother’s bloodless face, her eyes sour, choking up as she asked, "Mother, why did you do such a foolish thing yesterday? Why not wait for me to come back? Could it be you are willing to leave me behind?"

Su Zhixue shook her head, intermittently asking, "Did... did you persuade Rong Jing?"

"Yes, I told Father I was willing to replace Lu Bingxin’s role and confront the Su Family. Father has agreed to let me serve in the Observing Wind Ministry under Han Ande, so Mother, from now on I will protect you and myself."

Rong Miaoyan spoke with a small, fierce face full of determination.

Su Zhixue’s eyes blurred, she lifted her hand slightly, wanting to gently touch Miaoyan’s cheek but lacked strength.

Miaoyan moved her face closer, her voice firm yet gentle: "I know what Mother wants to say. Don’t worry about me, this path is my own choice."

Su Zhixue nodded with tears.

"By the way, last night Mother so easily trusted that prescription, but did you recognize... the doctor who examined you?"

Miaoyan remembered the trusting look Su Zhixue gave towards Rong Heng last night. If not, she would not have dared trust Rong Heng.

Su Zhixue’s voice was very weak: "I, I’ve had this heart disease for ten years now, and the Imperial Physician once declared I wouldn’t live beyond five years... Five years ago, that Divine Doctor wearing a mask suddenly appeared and gave me a prescription, and two years ago, he appeared again and gave me a new one."

So, has Mother’s illness always been secretly treated by Rong Heng? Did he even extend Mother’s life for five years?

Did he wear the mask not to conceal his identity, but to tell Mother he is still that Divine Doctor?

He was already so skilled in medicine at the age of ten?

Then questioning him before, was truly embarrassing...

Then, Miaoyan noticed something strange, frowning, "Mother, you didn’t know who he was, yet trusted his prescription?"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures... Either try or wait to die." Hearing this, Su Zhixue showed a faint discomfort.

Rong Miaoyan still furrowed her brows, her dark eyes carrying an authoritative air: "No, Mother, you are hiding something from me... You are a cautious person, impossible to trust a stranger’s prescription easily. Did you already know his identity?"

Su Zhixue’s expression changed, her pale face flushed, suddenly coughing violently.