I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 148 - 102: My Affairs Have Nothing to Do with You

"What does it matter if the Pingnan Marquis lost the battle or betrayed the nation? What does it have to do with Rong Heng?" Gu Lan said irritably, her gaze exceedingly cold.

She only knew that the protagonist was just nine years old seven years ago. Why should he bear the blood debts of those who died in battle?

Just because he is the only one still alive, with half the blood of the Xiao Family flowing through his veins? It’s utterly ridiculous.

She didn’t receive the education of Dayan, nor did she share the country’s feelings of joy and sorrow. She only cared for and protected those she valued.

Moreover... in a novel that motivated the protagonist’s growth through suffering, the rebellion of the Pingnan Marquis might not even be true.

Rong Heng, however, didn’t care about Gu Lan’s words. He didn’t stop, lowering his eyebrows slightly, and continued: 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"The Wei Country army invaded the Southern Border for half a month, until the former Emperor passed away. Prince Rui received the imperial command, went to war, and rallied the old troops, fighting a bloody battle for seven days and nights before reclaiming Yinzhou. But after this battle, Dayan lost seven cities to Wei Country, with millions dead or injured."

This was the defeat at Yinzhou."

Lv Liang’s smile was sinister: "Fifth Young Master Rong remembers so clearly. Those seven cities were only reclaimed in Prince Rui’s recent great victory at the Southern Border—seven years later. What a heavy defeat this was. Wei Country is hateful indeed, but more hateful is the criminal Xiao Jing."

"Well said!" Rong Qijun clapped his hands, smugly saying, "Rong Heng, you should be familiar with this matter, never forgetting it daily, living forever in guilt."

Rong Heng nodded, his dark eyes vacant and indifferent: "Never for a moment have I forgotten."

Gu Lan slammed the desk suddenly, stood up, and looked deeply at Rong Heng, her eyes full of defiance, enunciating every word:

"Why don’t you refute?"

Rong Heng looked up at Gu Lan, his eyes dead and indifferent: "The Second Prince is very correct. Xiao Jing’s crimes are unforgivable, and I am inherently someone with heavy sins. Why should I refute?"

Gu Lan took a deep breath, clenching her fists.

Since when had Rong Heng become so weak, and how could he comply with Rong Qijun?

Rong Qijun opened his mouth in surprise, his gaze shifting between Gu Lan and Rong Heng, not knowing what happened with these two today, or how Rong Heng suddenly was so obedient to his own words—he couldn’t believe it himself.

"Rong Heng, with me here, you don’t have to—"

Rong Heng interrupted Gu Lan’s words, revealing a hint of impatience in his eyes, and said coldly: "Young Master Gu, what I think has nothing to do with you. None of my matters are related to you."

The disgust and indifference in his eyes seemed to pierce Gu Lan like sharp arrows, even more so than when they first met.

Only he himself knew that these few words had almost exhausted all his strength.

Gu Lan glanced at the untouched breakfast on Rong Heng’s table. He hadn’t eaten.

"Brother Hang, are you so hungry you’re going crazy for not eating?"

Rong Heng sneered, sweeping the meal to the ground, each word bleeding:

"What are you pretending for, Young Master Gu? If not for you, I wouldn’t have been dragged to the Imperial Prison and tortured, if not for you, I wouldn’t have left the palace, and Jiu wouldn’t have died.

I’ve accepted it, I truly am a sinner. Just hope Young Master Gu stops putting on a show in front of me, stops bothering me!"

Stop being kind to him.

He is not a god,

no longer able to bear anyone dying in front of him.

The jade bowl shattered, the chilled red bean porridge spilled across the ground, the sharp sound silencing everyone present.

For a moment, no one dared to speak.

Rong Heng’s eyes showed not the slightest emotion, cold enough to make hearts tremble.

Gu Lan stared at the shattered bowl on the ground, pupils contracting, and slowly asked: "What did you say?"

What she liked most about the protagonist was his indomitable spirit, his invincible command, his proud backbone that never bent. But now, Rong Heng was telling her that he had resigned to his fate?

"Clang—"

The sound of something heavy falling echoed, and she turned towards the sound to see Rong Baoyi standing at the entrance of the Imperial Family, the bundle in her hand dropped and spread open, revealing a set of brand-new cotton clothes.

"What did you just say, about Jiu... what happened?"

Rong Baoyi asked softly, the smile on her face frozen at the corners of her lips, her eyes filled with disbelief.

It was only at this moment that the others realized what Rong Heng had just said.

Jiu... was dead?

Rong Heng closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his voice was flat and cold: "Jiu, for privately leaving the palace, was punished with thirty strokes and suffered severe injuries, passing away last night."

"Rong Heng, what are you joking about," Rong Baoyi’s face restored its smile, "Yesterday, the Emperor said it was all over. How could he have been punished with strokes."