I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 34: No Regrets

No one minds receiving food from beauties.

Just as she was about to take the crystal cake from Rong Miaoyan’s hand, Rong Heng surprised her by picking up a portion of braised meat noodles with his chopsticks.

Proactively,

He ate it!

Gu Lan immediately left Miaoyan and stared intently at Rong Heng:

"How is it? Is it good? But the noodles might not taste great now that they’ve clumped together. Never mind, next time I’ll bring you something else, Brother Hang. What do you want to eat? What do you like? Is there anything you don’t eat?"

A barrage of questions from Gu Lan.

Rong Heng met her gaze, his expression indifferent, but he filled a bowl for himself with the already clumped noodles:

"Acceptable."

His voice was as cold as ever.

—If his cheeks weren’t puffed up from eating, his words might be more convincing.

Gu Lan nodded repeatedly, also tried a bite herself, and then exclaimed, "As expected of my family’s Zijin’s cooking—still so delicious even when cold."

"Clatter—!"

Rong Heng suddenly put down his bowl, his expression turning grim once more.

What does this Zijin do every day besides cooking or embroidering? Doesn’t she have her own affairs?

Gu Lan looked at him puzzled: What’s wrong with this person again?

She turned her head towards Rong Miaoyan, and Princess Ning’an, who had been left aside by the two of them for a long time, still patiently didn’t leave.

"Thank you, Princess." Gu Lan took the crystal cake.

Rong Miaoyan gave a serene smile, gentle and ethereal: "No need for formalities, Young Master."

Rong Heng caught a glimpse of Gu Lan savoring the crystal cake and felt inexplicably more stifled in his chest.

Miaoyan’s mission to deliver the crystal cake was a success. On her way back to her seat, she pumped her small fist as if cheering herself on.

First step to getting closer to Young Master Gu, she surely can do it!

Rong Baoyi happened to see Miaoyan’s expression and raised an eyebrow in surprise.

She felt that Gu Lan was merciless one moment, then surprised that Rong Miaoyan was interested in Gu Lan the next, and sometimes she felt that Young Master Gu and Rong Heng’s relationship was quite...

No, how could she have such a thought! Quickly suppress it!

*

Late at night, at Xiaoxiang Palace.

Rong Heng’s eyes snapped open in the darkness.

A sound of something cutting through the air came, and a cold light shot through the window, aiming directly at him!

He instinctively reached for the pillow, trying to dodge, but a grey shadow caught his eye, forcing him to stop his movement.

"Thunk—"

The arrow pierced flesh, and Rong Heng let out a scream, which was very abrupt in the silence of the Imperial Palace, startling several night birds in the locust tree outside the hall.

He clutched his waist and abdomen, rolled off the bed, his voice full of panic: "Assassins!"

Jiu, half-asleep in the side hall, opened his eyes in horror, rushed out the door, and saw the sky filled with arrows, overpowering the bright moonlight in the sky—

Those were countless arrows directed at Rong Heng!

Rong Heng, enduring the pain, looked up at the sky full of arrows. His handsome face was touched by a layer of cold white moonlight, making him appear even colder, and his dark eyes showed no sign of emotion.

With the howling sound of the arrows, the gusts of wind they brought almost lifted his hair, when suddenly a grey shadow appeared.

The grey shadow moved as fast as a cat, parrying the arrows with a swinging blade in just a few moves.

Only one arrow, perhaps intentionally or unintentionally allowed by the grey shadow, slipped through, slicing off a strand of Rong Heng’s black hair and leaving a shallow blood mark on his cheek.

A command to retreat echoed in the night, and Rong Heng had already judged that about a dozen people retreated over the walls of Xiaoxiang Palace.

This was the Imperial Palace—dozens of assassins came with bows and arrows intending murder, yet not a single guard appeared.

Jiu, still in shock, lit the lamps, supporting Rong Heng to bandage his wounds: "Your Highness, Your Highness, let me go fetch the Imperial Physician for you at once."

"This servant was late, I beg Fifth Young Master’s forgiveness." The grey figure that had just stopped the arrows knelt down, voice high and thin, like that of an eunuch.

Rong Heng looked down at the arrow in his abdomen, grasped its feather end, and pulled it out sharply, causing blood to gush from the wound.

He did not make a sound, his already pale face only growing paler.

Jiu asked, "Who are you?"

"This servant is Zhang Fu, sent by Eunuch Zhang to protect Fifth Young Master. You can call me Little Fu."

Kneeling on the ground was a young man dressed in the grey uniform of a low-ranking eunuch, his face pale and clean-shaven, with a rather delicate appearance, thin and tall like a bamboo pole, his eyes gleaming with wit.

Rong Heng could tell at a glance that Zhang Fu was from the Inner Supervision.

"Good, good..." Rong Heng pressed against his wound, discreetly pressing an acupoint to stop the bleeding, speaking in a grateful tone, "Thank you, Little Fu, for saving me tonight."

Jiu picked up one of the scattered arrows from the ground and examined it carefully, saying, "Your Highness, this looks like an arrow from the palace, but the accuracy of this arrow—"

Rong Heng suddenly interrupted him: "Can you tell from the accuracy of this arrow?"

Jiu paused, quickly lowered his head: "No, this servant was just thinking these arrows are quite accurate. To think someone would attempt such an act within the palace, truly audacious..."

Despite the commotion, there was no disturbance within the palace; even though Rong Heng had shouted about assassins, no one came to check.

The vast Xiaoxiang Palace, as if forgotten by others.

Jiu pleaded: "Little Fu, the Young Master is injured, and I need to take care of him, can you help by fetching an Imperial Physician?"

Zhang Fu got up, shrugged helplessly, and said, "It’s late, and the Imperial Hospital’s bunch of inept physicians won’t care about the Young Master. Going would be in vain. I’ll take my leave first."

Jiu laughed coldly in his heart.

Rong Heng squinted his eyes, called out to Zhang Fu: "Little Fu, your surname is Zhang. What is your relationship with Zhang Fengcai?"

"Eunuch Zhang is my godfather. I took his surname," Zhang Fu added with a hint of pride in his voice.

Once everything returned to silence, Jiu helped Rong Heng back to his sleeping chamber, quickly fetched some medicinal powder and poured it over the wound: "Luckily, the arrow didn’t pierce deeply, truly a blessing, heaven blessed."

"That’s right, thanks to Little Fu, for saving someone as defenseless as me."

Blood stained Rong Heng’s long fingers. It seemed he could not feel pain, his expression cold, speaking in a detached manner.

Silence stretched between them. After a long time, Jiu noticed the intruder outside had left, nodded slightly.

His voice lowered to a whisper, "The accuracy was poor, and strength insufficient. Your Highness, why did you have to bear that arrow?"

"Trouble from the day, someone came to collect the debt by night. Besides—" Rong Heng said lightly, "With Zhang Fu here, I will not be in mortal peril."

Rong Heng continued to speak lightly, already having deduced who wanted him dead.

Poor accuracy and strength, palace arrows—coming and going as freely as they did... it had to be some of the ’neighbors’ around Xiaoxiang Palace.

Jiu said, "This Zhang Fu is a newly assigned spy."

"You only realized now? Your insight is lacking," Rong Heng took the gauze and swiftly bandaged his wound, skilled and efficient.

"...Your Highness shouldn’t have acted during the day."

"It was impulsive."

Thinking of what happened during the day, Jiu said again, "However, Young Master Gu did help you vent some frustration."

In the dim light, Jiu did not see the fleeting smile on his master’s lips.

"Your Highness, may I presumptuously ask why you ended up fighting with Rong Qijun?"

The former Highness, who would advise him not to act rashly, today couldn’t hold back and fought Rong Qijun.

Rong Heng raised his eyes at him: "If you know it’s presumptuous, don’t ask."

Jiu: ...

After Jiu left, Rong Heng closed his eyes, nestling back into his bed.

In the darkness, his hand slowly reached under his pillow.

Until he found a small paper package, containing a hard candy.

Rong Heng carefully confirmed it, then fell asleep peacefully.

Impulsive, but he did not regret it.

The arrow didn’t hurt at all, and even in his dreams, there was the sweet taste of peaches.