I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 247 - 175: Humble Self-Cultivation, Hidden Virtue and Integrity

Chapter 247: Chapter 175: Humble Self-Cultivation, Hidden Virtue and Integrity

On the second day after Gu Lan assumed the position of Captain of the Cavalry in the Dingyuan Army, Su Zixiao could no longer sit still.

Since he was a child, his ambition was to join the Dingyuan Army, and after the Dingyuan Marquis returned to the capital and spoke with him, he became even more determined in his resolve. Now that Young Master Gu already had an official position, how could he fall behind?

Thus, Su Zixiao made a decision without consulting anyone, directly submitting his resignation to the Ministry of Personnel. Without waiting for a response, he returned his imperial guard badge to the Commander, quickly becoming a commoner.

This matter was handled by Miaoyan, who was the Wind Discipline of the Ministry of Personnel. She assumed that Su Zixiao simply no longer wanted to continue or that Prime Minister Su intended to arrange another official position for him, so she did not pay much attention to it.

By the time Su Zixiao’s father learned of it, Su Zixiao had already resigned for three days.

The old Prime Minister Su had many sons, but few talented ones. Only his grandson, Su Zixiao, who had a penchant for weapons since childhood, showed promising performance in the imperial guard, earning the old Prime Minister Su’s favor.

Unable to control him, Su Zixiao’s father reported the matter to the old Prime Minister Su.

The Su Family was not familiar with the Gu Family. The old Prime Minister Su had no regard for someone like Gu Chengzhao who led soldiers into battle and considered him a crude vulgarian. His son had even been beaten by Gu Chengzhao, leaving some animosity between the two families.

Who would have thought the only promising grandson would suddenly want to join the Dingyuan Army?

His grandson, Su Wenzhong’s, admired Gu Chengzhao even more?

The old Prime Minister Su was furious, subjected Su Zixiao to family discipline, and confined him to the ancestral hall to reflect on his actions, ultimately disagreeing with the matter.

Yonghua Palace.

"Use this prescription twice a day for ten consecutive days, then switch to once a day. As long as you don’t get emotionally agitated or have irregular eating habits, the heart condition should be controlled."

Rong Heng once again checked Su Zhixue’s pulse, calmly withdrawing his hand.

At this moment, only Su Zhixue and Rong Miaoyan were in the Empress’s bedchamber, with the palace maid Zisu standing guard at the door to prevent any sudden intrusions.

"Thank you... Fifth Prince." Su Zhixue said softly, lying on the couch.

She gazed at Rong Heng’s cold yet handsome face. The young man before her was the brother of Rong Jue, with some resemblance in their features.

Su Zhixue couldn’t help but turn her head to hold back her tears, as clear and gentle voices seemed to echo around her.

"Zhixue, this is a new poem I wrote for you."

"Let me see, what nonsense has Dayan’s foremost scholar come up with now?"

"Zhixue, when you come of age, I will ask Father Emperor to grant our marriage."

"Zhixue, wait for me." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Su Zhixue... why couldn’t you wait for me."

"Su Zhixue, I’ve never regretted loving you; in the next life, will you wait for me?"

...

Rong Heng lowered his gaze, having guessed who the Empress was thinking of. This was also why he had previously treated her while wearing a mask.

However, after his identity was revealed last time, Rong Miaoyan must have already informed the Empress that he was Rong Heng, so there was no longer a need for him to wear a mask.

"No need to thank me; I’m only doing it for my Third Imperial Brother." Rong Heng said flatly.

Su Zhixue quickly wiped away her tears and gave a bitter smile, saying, "I must still thank you."

Rong Miaoyan pursed her red lips, as if not seeing her mother’s tears, stood up, and left the bedchamber with Rong Heng.

Once they were out of sight of the Empress, Rong Miaoyan’s tense body suddenly softened, and she said with red eyes, "Thank you, Uncle Wu, for treating Mother Empress."

She made to kneel down.

Rong Heng stood still, silently watching her.

"...Uh." Rong Miaoyan’s knees instinctively straightened. Shouldn’t Rong Heng make a gesture to help her up?

Rong Heng, expressionless, said: "Go ahead and kneel."

Rong Miaoyan twitched her mouth, and her sorrow dissipated considerably, "Sorry, I suddenly can’t kneel down."

Rong Heng: "Haha, I knew it."

Rong Miaoyan composed herself and rolled her eyes, saying, "Uncle Wu, aside from the first time when you came with Gu Lan to treat Mother Empress, you have only sent messages thereafter and have never come in person. Why did you come to Yonghua Palace today?"

Rong Heng remained calm: "Princess Ning’an, you might as well speak directly."

Rong Miaoyan’s temple throbbed, and she gritted her teeth, saying:

"Shouldn’t I be the one asking you this? The saying goes, ’One shows great concern without cause, and either it is evil or thievery.’ Young Master Gu has become the Captain of the Cavalry in the Dingyuan Army. It seems, Fifth Young Master Rong cannot sit still?"

Rong Heng retorted: "Five days ago, there was a deliberation on how to deal with Gongbu in Qianyuan Hall, and all officials of third rank and above were present. As the Wind Discipline of the Ministry of Personnel, Princess Ning’an was tasked with supervising the Six Ministries but was not notified...didn’t want to go?"

Couldn’t he sit still? Rong Miaoyan was even more restless.

Rong Miaoyan’s breath was taken away: "...."

Rong Heng was absolutely her nemesis. Didn’t want to go? Hahaha, if she could have gone, why wouldn’t she want to? It was because Father Emperor deemed her unfit as a woman and simply did not inform her.

Seeing Rong Miaoyan’s infuriated look, a hint of amusement flickered and disappeared in Rong Heng’s eyes.

Gu Lan had a point; sometimes, bullying the younger generation with one’s seniority could indeed be amusing.

He placed his hand by his lips, and his tone was assertive:

"The decree to grant Duoji, the Eldest Prince of Qiangrong, the title of Marquis Zhongcheng and the rituals of creating him Marquis were your responsibility, correct?"

Rong Miaoyan’s eyes narrowed, and her teardrop mole accentuated her brilliance and elegance: "So, Fifth Young Master Rong’s purpose was this. The decree and ceremony were managed by me in conjunction with the Ministry of Rites. Do you dislike Duoji and want me to use the decree to humiliate him?"

Rong Heng shook his head, having thought of something, a trace of coldness flickered in his dark eyes:

"The ceremony for conferring the title of Marquis Zhongcheng is of great importance, you must do it well...I only need you to add a sentence to the decree."

"Isn’t that still to humiliate him?"

"No, it’s to praise."

Rong Miaoyan frowned in confusion: "Praise? What do you mean, Rong Heng, the issue of Marquis Zhongcheng’s enfeoffment was promoted by Gu Lan. You wouldn’t want to scheme against her, would you?"

Just moments ago, the teardrop mole added allure, and now, with Rong Miaoyan’s stern look, it lent her an edge.

Gu Lan was her source of solace when she felt most desperate and helpless.

Perhaps to Gu Lan, she’s merely a little girl needing protection, but in her heart, Gu Lan is her pillar, the gentlest youth she knows.

She would never allow anyone to harm her.

Rong Heng hesitated slightly, a mix of pride and helplessness in his gaze towards Rong Miaoyan.

Blame it on the overwhelming charm of the Young Master Gu; not only does he have to watch out for Bitch Xie, but he also finds himself competing with his own niece.

In the end, Rong Heng still offered an explanation: "Rong Miaoyan, you and I are no different."

He and Rong Miaoyan both wish to protect Gu Lan.

Rong Miaoyan’s eyes widened a bit.

No different? By saying this, Rong Heng admitted, and Rong Miaoyan gritted her teeth as she questioned: "Rong Heng, do you really like Gu Lan? Didn’t you say you’d treat her like a brother! You both are... men!"

Rong Heng’s gaze remained calm, yet his voice carried a hint of pride: "My matters are none of your concern, and besides, Lanlan only likes men."

"..." Rong Miaoyan felt as though she had suffered a blow to her chest, "Rong Heng, get this straight, now you’re the one asking for my help."

Rong Heng turned to leave: "Then forget it, as if I never asked."

Watching his drifting figure, Rong Miaoyan was so frustrated that she felt like spitting blood, shouting: "What do you want me to praise in the decree?"

"Humble in self-cultivation, worthy of reverence."