I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 392 - 305: Madman

Rong Jing casually picked up a handkerchief from the side and wiped off a few blood drops from the back of his hand, his eyes full of disdain.

He was furious to the extreme, but what mattered to him was not Zhang Fengcai’s secret collusion with the Second Prince, but that everyone thought they were clever, believing they discerned his intention to depose the Crown Prince and install the Second Prince. Thus, they pushed Rong Qichun to a dead-end.

Even Zhang Fengcai, one of those he trusted most, dared to speculate on the Emperor’s mind and add fuel to the fire.

Evidently, in a few days, he was about to find an excuse to depose the Crown Prince, but Rong Qijun was so eager to drive his brother insane? It seemed that in his heart, he already regarded the position of Crown Prince as his own prize!

Did he really think that without Rong Qichun, it would certainly be him?

Rong Jing liked to manipulate others’ hearts within his palm, relished controlling everything about others, and detested nothing more than fools acting smart and defying his will... If Rong Qijun really thought his plot could succeed, then he would, instead, go against his wishes.

At this thought, Rong Jing’s eyes turned bloodshot, and he roared:

"Get out and draft an edict, depose Rong Qichun from the position of Crown Prince, degrade him to a commoner, and expel him from the Eastern Palace! And bring Rong Qijun to me—"

Upon hearing the words "Rong Qijun," Song Zhi finally acted, his voice hoarse: "Please reconsider, Your Majesty!" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

He knew that once Rong Jing went mad, he would stop at nothing, but he didn’t want Rong Jing to make a wrong decision and then feel regret, so even if caught in Rong Jing’s wrath, he had to speak out to stop it.

Song Zhi’s pitch-black, pure eyes were like clear water, and for a moment, they miraculously extinguished the anger in Rong Jing’s heart.

Perhaps out of courtesy for Song Zhi’s blindness, Rong Jing calmed down.

Oh yes, if he deposed Rong Qijun as well, he’d have no more sons to play with.

For an instant, many faces flashed through Rong Jing’s mind—Rong Heng, Rong Yunhao, Yan Qing... If he killed Rong Qijun over this matter, would these people who thought they had a chance at ascending rebel against him?

Wu wouldn’t, perhaps Rong Yunhao wouldn’t either, but there would always be those unwilling to remain in obscurity, stirring up trouble... Rong Jing was plunged into thought.

"Your Majesty, that servant is..." Zhang Fengcai saw Rong Jing’s words break off and inquired cautiously.

He no longer dared to act on his own, nor did he dare believe the nonsense that without the Crown Prince, the Second Prince automatically followed.

Because at that very moment, Zhang Fengcai even felt that even if both princes were deposed or died, there wouldn’t be any ripple in His Majesty’s heart.

From a young age, His Majesty had been taught by Empress Dowager Su that this Imperial Palace was a place of deceit and survival of the fittest. If you’re not smart enough, dying simply means you’re not as capable; hence, His Majesty had always despised those two princes as being foolish.

A terrifying thought arose in Zhang Fengcai’s heart—His Majesty seemed like a hidden madman.

If the world thought the Emperor would choose the Second Prince after deposing the Crown Prince, merely out of sheer contrariness, he could disregard the bigger picture and easily eliminate the Second Prince as well, throwing everyone into chaos.

Such a person, what else could he be but a madman?

However, due to Song Zhi’s interruption, Rong Jing had calmed down.

His gaze once again swept over Song Zhi’s eyes wrapped in the white cloth, and he thought indeed... Sanliang lost an eye to protect Rong Qijun, if he killed him in return, wouldn’t that eye be blinded in vain?

Rong Jing steadied himself, the corners of his crimson lips gradually curled into the usual gentle smile, and he lightly said:

"I just remembered, the Empress Dowager hadn’t yet reached Qingliang Temple before Rong Qichun harmed her. Since he treated his imperial grandmother like this, let him replace her to pray for Dayan at Qingliang Temple... As for Rong Qijun, let him confine himself for a year and reflect on the Crown Prince’s previous experiences. He should enjoy that."

He thought of a more amusing method: when Rong Qijun thought the position of Crown Prince belonged to him for sure, he would deliberately refrain from conferring it for a year, two years, ten years, perhaps even until his own death, letting Rong Qijun live in constant fear and anxiety, suffering endlessly.

"Yes... this servant obeys the edict."

Zhang Fengcai responded, suppressing his fear, his whole body stained with fresh blood if not for martial arts, he would have long passed out.

Zhang Fengcai struggled to stand, but momentarily lost balance, staggering and falling to his knees.

At this moment, Rong Jing’s cold, low growl once again echoed above him, like a devil’s voice from hell:

"Keep a close watch on him, if he dares sneak half a step out of the Prince Mansion, kill him for me."

"Yes."

Zhang Fengcai trembled as he crawled up, picking up the icy arm on the ground, staggered, step by step, out of Qianyuan Hall.

The afternoon sunlight fell on him, yet he felt no warmth.

After bowing too many times, Zhang Fengcai’s vision turned dark.

"Godfather, godfather, your arm—"

The little eunuch waiting respectfully outside quickly stepped forward to support Zhang Fengcai. The little eunuch had already been scared to death upon hearing Rong Jing’s voice from inside, and didn’t expect Zhang Fengcai to come out like this.

"What’s, what’s going on, godfather." The little eunuch’s voice sounded as if he had seen a ghost, carrying a hint of sobbing.

"Silence," Zhang Fengcai croaked hoarsely. His clothes were already soaked with cold sweat and fresh blood, and his whole body emitted a bone-chilling coldness. "Help me to the side hall, call Imperial Doctor Wang from the Imperial Hospital, and order someone to clean up the bloodstains inside the hall."

"Right away, sir," the little eunuch responded in a panic, then his expression changed as he looked off into the distance, "I’ve just seen the Princess."

The Princess?

Zhang Fengcai’s steps halted as he struggled to lift his head.

Rong Miaoyan happened to arrive, and upon seeing Zhang Fengcai covered in blood, she couldn’t help but stop in her tracks.

The maiden’s black hair clustered like clouds, a phoenix hairpin loosely binding it. Her eyes resembled autumn waters, her skin like congealed fat, and her red lips bore a faint smile. Draped in a vermilion official robe, she exuded an aura that made the little eunuch want to kneel in subservience.

Zhang Fengcai’s eyes suddenly darkened. He stared at Miaoyan’s red official robe, a surge of hatred rising in his heart.

Was she here to mock him? This red attire, was it to celebrate him having an arm chopped by His Majesty, thus expanding her power in the Inner Supervision?

If it were half a year ago, Zhang Fengcai might not have thought this way. But over the past six months, Princess Ning’an’s power both in the court and public had grown ever larger. Even the Inner Supervision, which he once controlled single-handedly, had seen some of its personnel given over to her. Princess Ning’an had become a thorn in his side, making it hard for him to sleep and eat in peace.

"What happened to Eunuch Zhang?" Rong Miaoyan asked in surprise.

Zhang Fengcai’s expression was stiff, yet he still forced a pale smile: "Your servant pays respects to the Princess. It is this servant who displeased His Majesty and willingly accepted punishment... Are you here to see His Majesty? He is inside the hall."

Rong Miaoyan raised her eyebrows: "Is that so? Then I trouble Eunuch Zhang to announce my presence to the Emperor."

Zhang Fengcai: "..."

He had intended for the Emperor, in his anger, to involve Princess Ning’an unwittingly, but who would have thought Rong Miaoyan would have him announce her presence, oblivious to the fact that his arm had been chopped off and he might die from excessive bleeding!

However, no matter how much hatred churned in Zhang Fengcai’s heart, he dared not voice his thoughts.

Just as he was about to announce Rong Miaoyan’s presence, the door of Qianyuan Hall opened from the inside, and Song Zhi stepped out, his expression as usual—stern and indifferent.

Zhang Fengcai breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon seeing Rong Miaoyan, Song Zhi’s demeanor remained aloof, and he respectfully saluted: "I greet Princess Ning’an."

Miaoyan looked at his eye wrapped in white cloth, and for a brief moment, her mind wandered. Her face revealed a serene smile, and she said:

"Miaoyan thanks Commander Song for protecting Brother Jingqi yesterday. By the way, I sent a ginseng to the Commander Mansion; it’s just a token of my appreciation. I hope the Commander will accept it."

She was genuinely grateful to Song Zhi for protecting Xie Yun in a critical moment. As for the Second Prince, sorry, she wasn’t familiar with him.

Song Zhi did not refuse, the coldness between his brows dissipating slightly: "I thank Your Highness, but..."

He hesitated for two seconds, glanced back at the door, and still whispered a reminder: "It’s just that His Majesty is in a bad mood right now, you’d better not go in."

Rong Miaoyan’s red lips curved slightly: "I just have a trivial matter to discuss with the Father Emperor. Since the Father Emperor still has matters to handle, I’ll come back later. Miaoyan thanks Commander Song for the information."

Song Zhi nodded slightly, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Seeing that the show was over, Zhang Fengcai could only resentfully be supported by the little eunuch to the side hall to draft an edict.

The autumn wind was slightly cool, lifting Miaoyan’s fiery red skirt and her ink-black hair.

She stood at the entrance of Qianyuan Hall for a while, her gaze grew increasingly complex, and a faint murmur was buried in the wind.

"Father Emperor, Ning’an was just here to remind you... that I am still here, please do not forget."