I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 231 - 161: Rival in Love or Wingman

The courtyard was deep, and the moonlight resembled frost, like water, permeating the people within the small courtyard.

Young Master Gu fulfilled his wish of having a duel with Rong Heng, only to end up in a draw.

During their fight, Xie Yun sourly scooped up all the meat from the hotpot.

Gu Lan sighed, realizing that Rong Heng’s inner strength wasn’t as robust as Wei Chengyuan’s, but his control over force was even more precise and delicate than the most seasoned assassins.

Every move of Rong Heng’s was meticulously calculated, wasting not a trace of inner strength, making no unnecessary actions, leaving no flaws.

She even thought that as long as he didn’t exhaust himself, he could maintain a perfect defensive stance until his last breath.

Gu Lan’s strength hadn’t fully recovered; she was confident that at her peak, she could easily defeat Rong Heng. However, she also knew that Rong Heng was the Ghost Doctor, and he hadn’t used poison on her.

The protagonist before her was only sixteen years old.

This was a man favored by the creator.

Gu Lan had come through the same way. She was well aware of the hardships required to achieve the precise control of power Rong Heng displayed.

Although the fight ended in a draw and lasted a long time, it was her first time not feeling thoroughly satisfied.

Not very happy.

She pondered that Brother Hang must have worked very hard as a child to master such martial arts.

If she had met Rong Heng a bit earlier, she would have seen a boy who loved to laugh and play, right?

Rong Heng calmly withdrew his hand, seeing that Gu Lan was lost in thought. His voice dropped a few pitches, yet was surprisingly gentle.

"Gu Lan, if I had met you earlier, you wouldn’t have had to learn so many ways to kill."

Moonlight tenderly soaked Rong Heng’s face; the youth with inky hair and jade belt pressed his thin lips, his expression earnest and solemn, his dark eyes undisguisedly passionate.

When she wished she had met him sooner, he felt the same.

Gu Lan involuntarily curled her pinky, pulled out her folding fan, and fanned herself, letting the sound of Xiu jade hitting her sleeve resound crisply, echoing in her heart.

In this cold weather, what was making it so hot?

Oh,

it was her face.

Gu Lan tactically covered her face, turning to look at the no longer bubbling hotpot, angrily asked: "Xie Jingqi, why did you eat all the meat?"

Xie Yun was already feeling sour, and hearing her question, he almost laughed in irritation.

Having watched these two overly affectionate "men" for two hours tonight had made his eyes sore: "If I don’t eat meat, what should I eat?"

Gu Lan’s first thought was "dog food," but she quickly spat that out silently, coughed guiltily, recalling that Xie Yun was aware of her identity and shouldn’t be provoked.

She sat down to calm herself, gulped down a cup of milk tea in one go.

Rong Heng, staring at Gu Lan’s blushing earlobes, couldn’t help but raise his hand, covering his brow to hide the overflowing joy in his eyes—along with a trace of confusion.

Lanlan blushed. Does she still have some feelings for him?

His heart was in turmoil, never having felt this up-and-down emotion before.

If Gu Lan was a homosexual, and he liked her, then he was too. But why, after so many years, had he never felt this way about anyone else?

Rong Heng bit his lip, deciding to buy some books to study later, to see how, if men liked each other, they should interact.

The night deepened, and Gu Lan yawned, standing up to leave, yet didn’t forget to show concern towards Rong Heng:

"It’s too cold outside; I need to return to the room to rest earlier today. Brother Hang, if you don’t return to the palace, you can sleep in the previous room, as Wei Chengyuan isn’t here."

Rong Heng nodded: "Alright."

Xie Yun, beside him, his handsome face increasingly wrinkled with sourness.

As the moon climbed over the eaves, Xie Yun watched Gu Lan leave, then put down his chopsticks, and looked deeply at Rong Heng: "Fifth Young Master Rong, I have something to discuss with you."

With a little turtle on his face, Xie Yun looked particularly comical as he said this.

Rong Heng, however, toned down his gentleness, his expression cold and slightly hinting at hostility: "Coincidentally, I have something to tell you too."

Xie Yun thought for a moment, went to the corner water trough to wash his face, then took a book from those he brought today to teach Gu Lan, clutching it in his hand.

The indigo book cover seemed familiar to Rong Heng; he didn’t know why Xie Yun brought it, but he didn’t pay any attention.

Xie Yun sat back into the seat next to the hotpot, his expression somewhat aggrieved.

"Let Fifth Young Master Rong speak first."

Xie Yun’s tone was warm, his voice pleasant, his every move elegant and gentle, perhaps like a nobleman, jade-like.

Such a person, no wonder he became the number one Young Master of Dayan, and no wonder Gu Chengzhao might mistake Gu Lan for liking such a man.

With this thought, Rong Heng’s gaze became even colder, and he straightforwardly said: "Young Master Xie is already twenty-five, while Gu Lan is only sixteen. You two aren’t suitable."

Xie Yun coughed violently.

After a while, he managed to calm his emotions, and with a complex feeling, he asked back: "Are you implying that you two are suitable? Also, I am twenty-four this year, not twenty-five, okay."

Rong Heng sat at the table, picked up a piece of Osmanthus Cake from the plate, and calmly put it in his mouth, pretending to remain unperturbed: "I don’t understand what you mean. I see Gu Lan as a younger brother and will never let her be with an old man like you."

Xie Yun laughed out loud, showing a teasing expression on his face, and intentionally said:

"Rong Heng, even if you can fool yourself, you can’t fool me. I saw what you were like a year ago in the palace, and what you are like now. Look in the mirror if you have nothing to do, these changes are all because of Lan.

Moreover, you were so patient when fighting with her just now. Is this the Fifth Young Master Rong I remember who always looked like someone owed him Silver? Isn’t this love? Brotherhood? Does the Fifth Young Master Rong like to cuddle the Emperor too?"

Rong Heng clenched his fist: "..."

How did Xie Yun find out?

Such a cunning Bitch Xie.

Rong Heng composed himself, his voice still cold and emotionless, as he changed the subject: "What were you about to say?"

Xie Yun sneered and gently asked: "Since you say I’m already old, do you know why I’m not married at this age?"

"You’re sick."

Xie Yun: "... Haven’t you heard the rumors?"

Rong Heng paused, he of course had heard the rumors about Xie Yun.

The rumors say Xie Yun is a homosexual, and recently he’s been living next to the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion. The latest rumor is that he’s interested in Gu Changting.

Why is it that everyone around him is like this, how did he not notice before, Rong Heng’s temple throbbed.

"Because in the eyes of the world, I am inherently ambiguous, like half of a homosexual, so I can give Lan whatever she wants without fearing societal judgment, and I’ve never cared whether she’s male or female. Rong Heng, what about you?" Xie Yun questioned.

Rong Heng was slightly taken aback, stared at Xie Yun with dark eyes for a while, and seriously replied:

"I can too, I don’t care either."

"But your surname is Rong," Xie Yun said calmly, "No matter what happened with the Xiao Family back then, you are the fifth Prince of the former Emperor, and Gu Lan, she is the only direct descendant of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion. Your identities mean that if you two are together, the world will stand against you, and the future is uncertain, at best very bleak."

Rong Heng lowered his eyes, hiding the red glow in them, and couldn’t help but clench his fists.

He’s still unsure whether he likes men, or just likes Gu Lan;

And does Gu Lan really like men? Even if she likes them now, she’s still young, what if she likes women later?

Moreover, she’s not even sure if she likes him.

And then there’s this Bitch Xie, always watching like a tiger stalking its prey with a sarcastic tone.

Rong Heng’s expression became colder, even with a trace of pity, which Xie Yun found incredibly satisfying.

Xie Yun chuckled, unable to suppress a smile.

At this point, saying more might backfire, so Xie Yun placed the book in his hand on the desk, a cold glint in his ink-like eyes, and said slowly:

"Fifth Young Master Rong, don’t be too upset—actually, I never was your enemy. Everything I want to say to you is in this book. I hope you can thoroughly study it, so next time someone asks you what they just did, you can answer more quickly."

Rong Heng lifted his head suddenly, his eyes surprised.

Xie Yun’s gaze was sharper than ever, and he emphasized each word:

"But the Fifth Young Master Rong must remember, Gu Lan is the person I want to protect for the rest of my life. If one day you truly are with Lan, and you are one bit unkind to her, then I will be there never to rest until we’re both gone."

He says he’s not his enemy?

Does Xie Yun not like Gu Lan? Was he just testing my true feelings for Gu Lan with what he said earlier?

Yet his latter words caused Rong Heng’s expression to darken again.

He quickly picked up the book Xie Yun had placed on the desk, the familiar title "Buddhist Scripture" causing his brow to twitch.

Opening the pages, it was as expected.

—"Marquis and Young Master," Author: Sea and River are Clear.

Rong Heng: "..."

"Study well, farewell." Xie Yun advised, then turned to begin the difficult task of climbing over the wall.

After watching these two flirt in front of him all night, he finally felt a sense of satisfaction!