I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 377 - 293: May Good People Live in Peace

"I haven’t been looking at you because I’m pondering whether I truly like men or women," Rong Heng said.

Gu Lan’s expression changed, recalling previous scenarios, and his cheeks couldn’t help but flush: "Rong Heng, are you seriously... bent? No, when you were applying medicine on me earlier, you weren’t about to swallow, right?"

Rong Heng’s eyes deepened, as if remembering the recent scene.

Snow-white, delicate waist and curves, the brutal, bright red wound, and her forehead beaded with sweat...

"I didn’t swallow," Rong Heng said calmly, only the tips of his ears were tinged with a flush.

"Whatever you say," Gu Lan decided not to dwell on the issue; what concerned her was whether she’d truly bent someone, "So, have you figured it out?"

"I have," Rong Heng nodded, looking at her seriously, "What I like is you, regardless of gender."

Even though she deceived him and tricked him, watching her confidently, yet nervously explain, Rong Heng’s heart felt like it was lightly scratched by cat paws; he wanted to tease her, yet felt a soft spot for her.

"That’s good, that’s good," Gu Lan breathed a sigh of relief, her red lips curling up.

In the next moment, Rong Heng narrowed his eyes: "Gu Lan, don’t you think this matter will just blow over?"

Gu Lan blinked: "What else do you want, you want me to chase wifey to the crematory? I’m just a kind and pitiful girl, I didn’t do it on purpose."

"Wife?"

Though Rong Heng didn’t understand what ’crematory’ meant, he could guess somewhat by Gu Lan’s expression. He stared into her eyes, the corners of his lips rising, smiling in a way that made Gu Lan’s eyelids twitch.

"Husband!"

Although Gu Lan didn’t know how to deal with Rong Heng at this moment, she promptly admitted defeat due to her smart intuition.

Rong Heng’s face softened slightly: "I was just thinking, is this the biggest secret you have?"

As he spoke, he had already decided that when they returned, he’d buy ten books, a hundred books, no—five hundred books—which Gu Lan, who detests reading, wouldn’t be able to finish before sleeping, to make up for the pain he endured staying up reading numerous little storybooks.

Gu Lan said: "The biggest thing about me is my waist—" The biggest secret on her, of course, is her belt and her identity from within the book...

"Shut up!" Now that he thought about it, how could Gu Lan as a girl, manage to speak so many outrageous comments with a straight face? She even liked Nian Xia... Thinking of Nian Xia, Rong Heng’s gaze deepened further.

Did Nian Xia already know her identity too?

Rong Heng steadied his mind, took out a dagger to cleanse it, then split the grilled fish in two, removing the hard bones, and used Longquan to pierce and hand it to her: "You can eat it now."

Gu Lan eagerly took it, praising while eating: "Who would have thought Brother Hang has this skill too."

Her eyes brightened, shaped like crescents, with a radiant smile, not even the moonlight could detract from her charm.

Rong Heng’s Adam’s apple moved slightly up and down, involuntarily reached out, and pulled her hair tie loose.

In an instant, her dark hair fell like a waterfall behind her, with the corners of her eyes besmeared in light moonlight, appearing like a clear yet misty ink painting. Her red lips exuded a captivating curve, representing an androgynous beauty, hard to look away from.

Gu Lan raised her eyes to look at him: "Just letting my hair down can tell? I’m curious, how does letting down hair distinguish male from female, even if hairstyles differ, it’s still unscientific... So, when cross-dressing as a man, one must be fully equipped just in case."

What nonsense was she talking about, Rong Heng didn’t pay attention, his throat felt dry, his eyes somber and dim asked: "If you are a woman, at seventeen, you should have come of age."

Gu Lan suddenly realized what Rong Heng was implying, her face flushed with anger: "Buzz off! I’m still a child!"

Rong Heng pressed his lips together, finding he cared less about Gu Lan cross-dressing to fool him, but regretted not realizing sooner she was female.

After finishing the grilled fish, Gu Lan struggled for a while before tying her hair back up, cutely said: "Brother Zichan, let’s go back, it’s dark, I’m scared."

Rong Heng’s ears were red with embarrassment yet he picked up the waist belt that had been washed and dried, handing it to her: "Put it on, quiet, speak properly."

Gu Lan took it: "Alright, wait a minute."

Under Rong Heng’s baffled gaze, she ducked behind a tree: "You want to watch me take off my pants?"

Rong Heng lowered his eyes, silently turned his head, his deep voice containing a hint of curiosity: "...Isn’t it heavy?"

Gu Lan poked her head out from behind the tree, looked at Rong Heng’s back, and cheerfully said: "But it’s big."

For the sake of being big, Young Master Gu could bear its heaviness.

Rong Heng: "..."

He suddenly recalled things he had said, even thoughts where if Gu Lan truly wanted, he might let her be on top once or twice... How absurd that idea was then, how much his head hurts now.

Behind the tree, since the satin fixing the belt was broken, Gu Lan toiled for a while but couldn’t get it on.

"Forget it, I’ll make a new one once we return," Gu Lan put the belt into her small bundle, "During this time, don’t say I’m small!"

Rong Heng’s ears blushed again, gloomily nodded: "Mm."

His demeanor still seemed like youthful shyness and steadiness, but Gu Lan suddenly felt, Brother Hang was not quite the same as before.

After tidying up, they prepared to head back.

Passing the old tree from earlier, Sai Guang’s body was still lying beneath it, Rong Heng’s gaze chilled, gripping the long sword: "Was the person who shot the arrows him?"

Gu Lan promptly responded: "Yes, but he’s already dead, let him rest in peace."

Rong Heng swung his sword downwards, but it sank into the earth, stirring it with inner strength.

Moments later, he dug out a deep pit and buried Sai Guang in it, erecting a crude stone monument at the grave, quickly carving a few words onto it.

Gu Lan had thought he would dismember Sai Guang’s body, yet unexpectedly, he allowed him to be laid to rest.

Curiously, she looked at the stone tablet, seeing the words - ’May a good person have a peaceful life.’

"..." Not to fault the male protagonist, he was the pioneer in killing while wounding the heart.

Finished with these tasks, Rong Heng returned the Longquan Treasure Sword to Gu Lan.

"Without him shooting your belt off, none of today’s events would have happened, in some sense, he’s a good person."

Gu Lan meticulously cleaned the mud off the sword, placed it into its scabbard, regrettably saying: "You’re right, but did you consider how Longquan feels? It’s meant to cut vegetables, not dig graves; how should I use it to cut veggies after this?"

Rong Heng said: "That’s not what you said when killing."

Longquan: ...

Having hurried out of the forest back to Mu City, a new problem arose.

— They only had one horse.

Ultimately, the injured Young Master Gu had to sit in the back, casually wrapping his arms around Rong Heng’s firm and resilient waist, burying his head against Rong Heng’s back.

She did not randomly move, and even due to the faint breath from Rong Heng, became drowsy.

Rong Heng recalled something else, his ears red the entire journey, like he had a fever.

"So, is Su Xinyu still alive?"

Rong Heng thought for a moment, replied: "Little Xu’s arrows were poisoned."

"That was what I told Sai Guang, knowing the Empress Dowager was doomed, he embraced death," Gu Lan said.

Rong Heng calmly stated: "Su Xinyu is not dead yet. However, she’s severely poisoned, to preserve her life, I can only use a counter-poison, administering another toxin to her."