I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 31: Is It Worth It?

Yuan Lang put down his chopsticks and silently stood up, walking behind Rong Qijun.

Today’s lunch again cannot be eaten well.

He smiled indifferently at Rong Heng and apologetically said: "Fifth Young Master Rong, I apologize."

Though he said apologize, there was no trace of regret in his eyes.

Qin Zhenghu remained unmoved, lowered his head, and awkwardly advised: "Second Prince, after all, we are still in Maoqin Hall, this is not appropriate."

Rong Qijun angrily said: "So what? I insist on treating him like a horse to ride here!"

Seeing no movement behind him, he turned around and stared at Qin Zhenghu: "Qin Zhenghu, do you dare to disobey this Prince?"

Qin Zhenghu’s face instantly turned pale. He stood up, his tall figure looking especially thin before Rong Qijun, who was a head shorter.

He gritted his teeth, raised his arms in salute over his head, burying his head into his chest, but his voice was clear and determined:

"Though I, Zhenghu, hold a humble position, I am not Your Highness’s servant. Maoqin Hall is a place of sage and virtue, bullying the weak before the Saint is not the conduct of a gentleman. Forgive Zhenghu... but I cannot comply!"

Rong Qijun widened his eyes in surprise, incredulous: "You dare speak to this Prince like that!"

Qin Zhenghu trembled all over, gritting his teeth firmly, keeping his head down without making any further movement.

"Enough."

Rong Miaoyan’s voice was ethereal and soothing, bringing a quiet to the hall.

The young girl leaned casually on the seat, her fair, soft hand gently caressing the jade butterfly hairpin in her black hair, tranquil like a gentle willow in the breeze, with the teardrop mole quivering beneath her eye adding to her charm.

Given time, the girl before them would certainly possess a beauty that captivates the entire Capital City.

"Rong Qijun, stop ruining my appetite here. If you want to fight, then go outside and fight. I still need to have my meal."

As she spoke, she glanced at Qin Zhenghu, "Third Place Qin can be seen in a higher light by this Princess now. I have a few poems I want to consult him about at the Three Prizes Poetry Gathering later this month."

Qin Zhenghu had passed the advanced scholar examination two years ago, and was the third place in that year’s palace exam, yet Rong Miaoyan always disliked his meek character.

Today he dared to openly defy Rong Qijun, showing some backbone, which made Miaoyan look at him in a different light, and her words were meant to protect him.

"Miaoyan, you never used to care about these things—"

"That’s why I’m telling you to go out, don’t be an eyesore in front of me." Rong Miaoyan rolled her eyes lightly, showing no affection for this Second Imperial Brother.

But in terms of helping Rong Heng, Rong Miaoyan naturally wouldn’t intervene.

Rong Heng had never spoken a word to her, looking frightening, and was just a year or two older than her, yet the family hierarchy made him her Fifth Uncle, something she didn’t want to acknowledge.

Rong Qijun glanced resentfully at Rong Miaoyan but eventually sat back down at his place, snapping a pair of ivory chopsticks harshly.

This sister was always cherished by the Empress and was the only Princess in the palace; he dared not offend her.

"Rong Wu, if you have the guts, stay in Maoqin Hall tonight without leaving!" Rong Qijun threatened, having to wait until the Imperial Family session ended to teach Rong Heng a lesson on the way out.

Yuan Lang lowered his eyes and sat back down.

Qin Zhenghu, seeing the matter resolved, slowly let out a breath of relief, wanting to express his gratitude to Rong Miaoyan, but in the end was flustered and said nothing, only bowing deeply to her again.

The once quiet grand hall returned to its bustle.

"Crack—"

At this moment, the tables and chairs, rubbing against the green jade floor, emitted a sharp sound, plunging Maoqin Hall back into dead silence.

Rong Heng,

moved the long bench away, stepping out.

He walked to the doorway of Maoqin Hall, standing in the shadow of the rose bushes on the outer corridor, and turned his head back to smile at Rong Qijun:

"Come out, you coward."

In the calm, melodious tone, the words spoke without revealing joy or anger, yet they stunned everyone.

Rong Miaoyan was the first to react, her eyes widened, as if she were meeting Rong Heng for the first time.

Since entering the Imperial Family session, Rong Heng had sat like a dull shadow in a corner every day, showing none of the legendary flair of the Fifth Prince of the former Emperor, who had amazed the world as a child.

In her heart, he was just a Fifth Uncle raised in the Imperial Court, cold and withdrawn like a walking corpse—

She used to think that Brother Jingqi was the handsomest man in this world, unparalleled, worthy of the title of Dayan’s first young master;

Today, she was also amazed by Young Master Gu.

Now Miaoyan realized that this little Fifth Uncle wasn’t so bad after all.

Rong Heng raised his head, with sunlight and shadow outlining a strikingly sharp profile.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, dark eyes shining with brilliance, the jade band on his forehead fluttering in the wind, exuding a dignified aura, both stately and graceful.

The noon light, gently caressing with the breeze, stirred a few strands of hair at his temples.

At just under nine years old, when the former Emperor passed away, the entire Xiao Family was executed, and his mother, Xiao Ning, took her own life in Xiaoxiang Palace.

At ten, his elder sister, Rong Luo, passed away.

Someone grabbed his throat, forcing him to watch those horrifying scenes, telling him in the gentlest tone:

"Rong Heng, there is no such thing as unbreakable affection in this world, and no one is worth getting close to. You must not care for anyone."

Blood splattered on him, the blood of a palace maid who grew up with him — whom he had killed with his own hands.

From then on, Rong Heng never showed anger again.

Until, he saw a few candies roll off the table, crushed under Rong Qijun’s foot.

...

"Ha, this Prince just loves seeing you powerless! Since you’ve chosen a path to your doom today, you can’t blame me!"

Jixiang, Ruyi, Sanbao, go ahead, break one of his legs, so he can’t leave Xiaoxiang Palace for three months!"

Once outside Maoqin Hall, Rong Qijun had no more worries.

He recalled how two days ago Rong Heng was hit by a slingshot, lying on the ground like a dead dog, and felt a burst of pleasure.

It seemed the previous lesson wasn’t enough.

Outside Maoqin Hall, his eunuchs were already serving by his side, glaring as they surrounded Rong Heng.

The next moment, Rong Qijun’s wild laughter froze on his face, as Rong Heng turned into a bolt of lightning, pinning him to the ground.

Even the eunuchs beside him didn’t react, and no one expected that Rong Heng, who had never fought back, actually lunged forward!

One punch,

two punches,

three punches!

Rong Heng didn’t use inner strength, every punch landed directly on flesh, only the dull thud of flesh against fist, and Rong Qijun’s shrill screams could be heard.

He felt great relief in his heart.

Endure what?

Just beat him up!

"Save this Prince, ahhhh it hurts— hurry, save me!" Rong Qijun screamed miserably.

Soon, Rong Heng was pulled away by the rushing eunuchs.

He couldn’t reveal his martial skills, being pinned to the ground by several people working together, arms twisted back, his cheek scraped against the hard ground, and his pale skin was cut by sharp stones.

"Rong... Rong Heng, how dare you, how dare you..." Rong Qijun wobbled to his feet, one eye already swollen black and blue, completely disheveled, "Hold him down, this Prince will ride him like a horse today, then I’m going to chop him up, chop him up to feed the dogs!"

With eunuch Sanbao’s help, he hobbled over to Rong Heng, yelling hysterically, aiming a foot at Rong Heng’s hand, about to stomp down.

Rong Heng squinted, looked up at Rong Qijun’s face, blood trickled from his forehead, dyeing the view before him red, the darkness in his eyes had returned to its usual desolation.

He thought, he acted impulsively.

The satisfaction over,

all for a few worthless candies of that kid,

end up like this,

it didn’t seem worth it.

"Shit!"

Gu Lan had just sneaked back to Xiefang Palace to get a meal, and as soon as she returned, she saw this scene.

She was shattered, dropping the food container, without thinking, she grabbed any hard object and threw it.

"Crack—"

The jade pendant shattered, and so did Rong Qijun’s kneecap.

This time, Gu Lan didn’t hold back, only realizing she had grabbed an invaluable jade pendant from her waist.

"Ah—!"

Rong Qijun felt an excruciating pain in his knee, then a pig-slaughtering scream burst out.

Before anyone could react, Gu Lan had already pounced on him like a hungry tiger, directly mounting Rong Qijun, landing a punch on his face.

She paused for a moment with the last punch, the whip of her fist stirring Rong Qijun’s hair.

She hadn’t even hit yet, why was this guy already swollen like a pig’s head?

Rong Heng waved at her with difficulty:

"Don’t look, I hit him."

This meant he was asking her to finish it quickly?

Gu Lan nodded, the next moment, she aimed at Rong Qijun’s other eye and struck.

"Got it, Brother Hang!"