I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 275 - 201: Comfort

"His surname is Wei, from the Great Wei—"

Upon hearing Yuan Lang’s words, Gu Lan already understood what he was about to say next.

"So, Wei Junzhuo is actually a descendant of the Taizu Emperor of Wei? Your Yuan Family usurped the Wei Family’s throne, leaving only two people of his lineage, and even used witchcraft to hypnotize Wei Junzhuo. No wonder the Wei siblings rebelled and wanted to kill you, the Crown Prince."

Yuan Lang: "... How did you know what I was going to say, Young Master Gu?"

Gu Lan smiled slightly, hiding his merit and fame:

"Once you mentioned his surname was the national surname of Wei, anyone who has read a few Jianghu tales could guess such a melodramatic plot."

It seems that Wei Junzhuo and Wei Liuyu were just taking back what once belonged to them.

They were like the ones who held the protagonist’s script in Wei Country.

Rong Heng murmured to himself. He hadn’t guessed it; apparently, he hadn’t read enough tales.

Yuan Lang said, "Young Master Gu guessed correctly, both Wei Junzhuo and Wei Liuyu are descendants of the former Wei imperial family. Now, they are the only ones left of the Wei Family.

After Emperor Taizong... took the throne, he heavily promoted elixirs and magicians. The former Wei imperial family became tools for the Yuan Family’s experiments. Over the years, no one remembered that the Wei Family was the true national surname of Great Wei."

Gu Lan said, "You stole their throne, used their bloodline as tools, and left their clan with only two people and no descendants. Your Yuan Family imperial family is truly the earliest criminal brainwashing operation."

Yuan Lang showed a hint of shame. Although he didn’t understand what a criminal brainwashing operation was, he understood Gu Lan’s meaning:

"I, I didn’t learn those witchcraft techniques. My father said that members of the Yuan Family imperial family would only be taught those techniques after they came of age, to control Wei Junzhuo, and also to cultivate death warriors loyal to the Crown Prince."

Gu Lan: "As a result, before you came of age, you were sent to Yan Country. How tragic."

Yuan Lang: "..."

"In short, Wei Junzhuo was trained from a young age to be the Yuan Family imperial family’s death warrior. He showed amazing talent in commanding troops as a teenager. Only after my father ensured that witchcraft and elixirs could keep him loyal did he entrust him with so much power." Yuan Lang sighed and continued.

Rong Heng spoke up at this point: "Drugs and witchcraft can control a person temporarily but not for a lifetime."

Gu Lan nodded in agreement: "So, perhaps there was a problem with your father’s control, or maybe Wei Junzhuo valued his sister more."

Rong Heng added indifferently: "Wei Junzhuo wielded great power, was highly skilled in martial arts, and was always leading troops outside. How could your father have been confident of controlling such a person?"

In Rong Heng’s view, using drugs to control a person’s mind was the most foolish act.

Elixirs that could control people were generally very toxic. Overconsumption would damage a person’s mind, gradually turning them into fools. Such people might be suitable as death warriors, but how could they serve as Great Generals, strategizing and leading troops in battle?

Yuan Lang: "... Perhaps my father was foolish."

Gu Lan said, "Brother Hang, stop adding insult to injury. Yuan Lang is already feeling bad enough—how do you think Wei Junzhuo freed himself from control? Yuan Zhen doesn’t seem to be an idiot."

Yuan Lang: "..."

Rong Heng spoke in a cold voice: "Resistance. It’s the word you mentioned, just like Wei Chengyuan developed a resistance to the Heart Closing Pill after taking too much and regained his memory."

Yuan Lang still knelt on the ground. When he heard the words "Heart Closing Pill," a strange gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Young Master Gu, you must have heard my conversation with Prince Kang earlier. I no longer have any spies in Wei Country. I just ask your help in finding out about my mother’s situation in Bian. My mother comes from a distinguished family. Even though she can’t compare to Princess Consort Jin, who has a brother like Wei Junzhuo as her support, she’s not someone Wei Junzhuo can easily meddle with..." Yuan Lang said in a deep voice.

"My father abandoned me, my Imperial Uncle wants to kill me, and Yan Country sees me as an enemy. I’ve lost my country, my home, and only want to protect my mother, to fulfill my duty as a son."

He bit his lip and continued, "I have some spies in Yan Country, and I am willing to reveal them for your use."

Gu Lan and Rong Heng exchanged a glance. Young Master Gu was indifferent, and Rong Heng wasn’t one to ignore someone in need.

—Mainly, Yuan Lang was also sincere. By revealing his spies in Yan Country to them, it meant Yuan Lang truly had nothing left.

"I’ll have the Marquis Mansion’s spies help you investigate your mother’s situation. However, the news will be slow as it travels back and forth across thousands of miles."

"That’s enough, Gu Lan. Should you ever need anything, Yuan Lang will risk fire and water, and never refuse."

Yuan Lang’s jade-like eyes glistened with tears, earnestly speaking each word.

Gu Lan frowned deeply: "... Oh god, why do men cry too?"

She immediately pulled Rong Heng away.

Yuan Lang watched their backs for a long time before he regained his senses and called for his little eunuch:

"Pack up all the silver coins, and make arrangements within the palace. We’re about to leave here."

The little eunuch was startled but didn’t ask more: "I’ll do it right away, my lord."

Yuan Lang looked up at the pitch-black night sky and murmured, "I hope my mother can be safe...

If my year in Yan Country were just a dream, how wonderful it would be."

The sky was dim, as Gu Lan held a palace lantern and walked along the palace path with Rong Heng.

A passing palace maid looked at the two holding hands as if she’d seen a ghost.

The palace maid, shocked, fell to the ground, calling out in a panic, "Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu—"

"It’s me, what’s wrong?" Gu Lan was already used to the servants stuttering when nervous.

"Greetings to Young Master Gu, Fifth Young Master Rong." After the palace maid finished her salute, she fled in a panic, glancing excitedly at the two holding hands as she left.

Only then did Gu Lan realize that she was still holding Rong Heng’s hand. The palace maid must have thought she was a homosexual.

Rong Heng’s palm was slightly cool, but very dry, and she couldn’t help swallowing.

Gu Lan shook her head, discarding the chaotic thoughts. Just as she was about to let go, Rong Heng held her backhand.

Rong Heng suddenly leaned in closer to Gu Lan, staring directly into her clear and bright eyes, asking, "Gu Lan, do you dislike people crying?"

Whenever Yuan Lang cried, she would slip away;

When Rong Yunhao cried before, she was clueless and ended up handing him a big bag of snacks;

And when Gu Zijin cried, Gu Lan couldn’t help but want to cry with her...

Gu Lan thought for a moment, "It’s not so bad, Yuan Lang looks quite good when he cries. It’s just that I don’t like comforting."

In fact, she couldn’t stand seeing girls cry. A beauty shedding tears was both tragic and beautiful. Every time Madam Zhou cried, it made her impulsive and agree to anything, like being rolled into a ball of wool.

Rong Heng’s face visibly turned as dark as coal.

"As men, no matter what grievances we have, we swallow them and move on. True men never cry randomly. But if Brother Hang you cry, I’d definitely comfort you, I’m the best at comforting people."

Gu Lan immediately added, withdrawing her hand but wrapping it around Rong Heng’s shoulder.

Rong Heng felt her warm breath suddenly close in, and his body stiffened abruptly.

His facial expression froze, not saying a word, with a faint redness creeping up the edge of his ears.

Fortunately, it was night, and Gu Lan couldn’t see it.

But, how would she comfort? What would she comfort with? Just a few candies and she claims to be the best at comforting?

"Brother Hang."

"Hmm?"

"Are you walking... with the same arm and leg moving?"

"...!"

Rong Heng was completely at a loss.

He took a deep breath to calm down, corrected his walking posture, pulled away Gu Lan’s arm around him, and said coldly, "A mistake."

For some reason, Gu Lan suddenly felt a bit nervous too.

It could be that it had been a long time since she and Brother Hang had walked in the palace; no, she had never walked with Rong Heng in the Imperial Palace before. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

A crescent moon silently climbed onto the treetop, with moonlight spreading across the earth.

They walked down the path, with the night silent, only hearing the drip-drip of melting snowwater falling from the eaves.

"Although Yuan Lang was very weak before, at this moment, he was still concerned about his mother’s safety. He wasn’t actually bad, just wanted to live better..."

Gu Lan felt that the atmosphere between her and Brother Hang was a little strange, so she casually found a topic to discuss.

Rong Heng frowned and didn’t respond.

When Yian Lang’s mother was mentioned, Gu Lan instinctively asked:

"Brother Hang, do you remember your mother?"

After saying that, she felt like she might have... killed the conversation.

The next moment, Rong Heng nodded, "I remember."

Unconsciously, the two had already walked to the entrance of Xiaoxiang Palace. In the dark, the vast and magnificent palace seemed like a giant beast lying on the ground, ready to swallow everything here.

Rong Heng pointed to Xiaoxiang Palace, his dark eyes reflecting the moonlight, seeming to flicker with a transparent light, causing Gu Lan’s heart to tremble.

His voice was low, with a hint of choked emotion:

"She died here."

Gu Lan gazed at Rong Heng, the young man in front of her expressionless, as if talking about something trivial, yet his reddened eyes made her want to comfort him.

Whenever Gu Lan saw others cry, she wanted to escape or appreciate it.

But seeing Rong Heng distressed, it felt as if she was distressed herself.