I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 46: Rescue

Gu Lan looked deeply at Yuan Lang for a moment, then pulled off the already loose headband.

Slick hair flipped back, she tied it up with a hairband, revealing a smooth, fair forehead.

She rolled up her sleeves and jumped back into the water.

Yuan Lang is lying to her; how could Rong Heng be dying? He is the male lead! How would the story continue if he drowned?

Old General Chen indeed couldn’t swim. Thinking this, Gu Lan’s figure quickly disappeared into the rain.

Yuan Lang watched as Gu Lan left, standing in place for a while.

"Lang’er, are you alright?"

Cao Chen climbed up and asked with concern.

He looked at the young man before him, both men, yet Yuan Lang carried a fragile nobility that evoked pity and a desire to destroy.

Perhaps it was because of Yuan Lang’s identity as the Crown Prince of the Wei Country.

Once a lofty prince, now a hostage to a country, degraded into the mud, like a replica of the criminal Rong Heng.

However, Rong Heng was too cold and dull, while Yuan Lang was someone who understood timing and acted accordingly.

Upon hearing "Lang’er," Yuan Lang’s stomach cramped in disgust.

He could feel the sticky stare behind him, clenched his fists, turned his head, but restrained the surging emotions within to smile slightly at Cao Chen: "Thank you for your concern, Young Master Cao. I can swim; it’s not a big problem. I’m going to rescue someone now!"

Without waiting for Cao Chen to react, Yuan Lang dove into the water.

Heading in the direction opposite to where Gu Lan went.

Though the Wei Country couldn’t match Yan Country in land battles, it had abundant rainfall and interwoven rivers within its territory, resulting in a formidable Navy among several countries.

As the Crown Prince of Wei, Yuan Lang learned to swim from a young age and possessed excellent swimming skills.

He knew that Gu Lan cared about Rong Heng’s life or death.

And he wanted to avoid Gu Lan and rescue Princess Ning’an Rong Miaoyan, or rescue the Princely Heir of Prince Rui, then rid himself of this degrading situation!

He wanted to climb step by step until one day he returned to the Wei Country to inherit the throne and make those who had humiliated him pay!

Yuan Lang tirelessly moved his arms, his mind filled only with thoughts of revenge.

If he didn’t keep thinking about these things, he feared he would cry.

How could he cry, the kind of gaze from Cao Chen, he was already accustomed to it... Since deciding to let go of that ridiculous dignity, he told himself never to cry again.

If even hatred was lost, Yuan Lang didn’t know what meaning his perseverance and sacrifice held.

Until he crashed into a firm, sweltering embrace.

Even with torrential rain and turbid waters, he could smell the unique ambergris scent from the man—it was the Emperor of Dayan!

Rong Jing stared at the lean youth before him, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed.

Due to the flood, the Emperor had already stepped out of the palanquin.

The terrain was slightly higher here, yet the water had submerged his waist.

Previously reviewing memos, after eating pastries sent by Noble Consort Qian, the rain suddenly began in the Capital City.

He initially intended to visit the Astronomical Observatory and ordered the Palace Attendant to evacuate, but due to physical discomfort, he returned to the inner palace.

This restless woman, Qian Ruohua, dared to openly drug him like this.

"Your... Your Majesty? Yuan Lang greets Your Majesty..." Yuan Lang’s lips had been frozen purple, and his pale eyes seemed like dusty amber, appearing increasingly weak.

"Crown Prince of Wei... How come you are here?" The Emperor’s eerie yet handsome face carried a strange flush, his voice hoarse and dark.

Facing the Emperor’s unusually fervent gaze, Yuan Lang felt sudden unease.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw himself swimming to the entrance of Zhongcui Palace, where further in lay the bedchamber of Noble Consort Qian—

And the Emperor was clearly not in a normal state, vastly different from his usual appearance in court.

"I—" Yuan Lang wanted to say something, but suddenly felt sharp pain at the back of his neck and collapsed into the Emperor’s embrace.

The last thing he heard was the Emperor’s raspy inquiry: "Zhang Fengcai, heard that the Crown Prince of Wei was once the Wei Emperor’s most treasured prince..."

"No matter how treasured, now they are sent to our Dayan."

...

"Our Dayan, will it end soon!"

Following Yuan Lang’s instructions, Gu Lan swam for a long time, encountering many Palace Attendants who had survived the disaster, gathered in groups under green umbrellas or canopies on high ground, sharing warmth and debates.

Many were hopeless in the face of the calamity.

She finally saw someone familiar.

Rong Baoyi had collapsed, carried by Jiu.

Gu Lan immediately swam to them, helped carry Rong Baoyi into a high elevated palace nearby for shelter.

Entering, Gu Lan glanced at the lofty plaque inscribed with "Wenyuan Pavilion."

"This is where the Emperor meets with court ministers; have all the Palace Attendants fled?" Jiu said, seeing Gu Lan’s cold demeanor, couldn’t help but explain, "Young Master, are you looking for Your Highness? Everyone’s scattered; I haven’t found him either."

"I’m not looking for him," Gu Lan immediately denied, "How’s Rong Baoyi?"

Jiu shivered: "The rain is too cold, County Princess fainted when she met this servant because she couldn’t hold on any longer, but it’s nothing serious, just exhausted from hanging on a tree."

Though knowing Gu Lan was diverting the conversation, Jiu pretended not to notice.

Not looking for His Highness? Then why glance behind when seeing him first, only to glare after realizing no one was there, not like he owed him money.

Looks like Young Master Gu really cares about himself being physically weak, chasing His Highness so intently.

Jiu knew his Lord could swim, skilled in martial arts; thus, he wasn’t very worried.

He glanced at the unconscious Rong Baoyi and rushed to the highest level of Wenyuan Pavilion, where he somehow found a thin garment, untouched by water, from a cabinet.

Sighing, he reluctantly covered the shivering in sleep Rong Baoyi with the thin garment.

"Sigh... What good is being a County Princess, still facing the calamity alone, rescued only by me."

Gu Lan stood at the entrance of Wenyuan Pavilion, feeling restless.

Nightfall approached, water outside grew dirtier, deeper, temperatures dropping along with no sign of rain stopping.

If this rain lasted three days and nights, the entire Capital City would become submerged, nothing would be absolutely safe.

She was worried about Rong Yunhao! That little brat was only eight.

Rong Yunhao and Rong Baoyi had left together, Rong Heng departed earlier, now certainly everyone was scattered.

So frustrating.

As Gu Lan pondered this, suddenly she saw a figure far away, holding onto an umbrella, about to be swallowed by the water.

Was that... Rong Miaoyan?

...

"Isn’t Sister Miaoyan over there, Uncle Wu, why aren’t you saving her?"

At this moment, the young prince Gu Lan worried about was lying... on Rong Heng’s back, unharmed, asking curiously.

Earlier, although Rong Yunhao saw Rong Miaoyan, trembling with an umbrella far away, Rong Heng seemed to ignore her, carrying him and bypassing her.

He would rather rescue a little eunuch by the roadside than help Rong Miaoyan.

Rong Heng didn’t answer the young prince’s question, his expression serene like calm water, but asked: "What did you call me?"

"Uncle Wu,"

The young prince earnestly replied, one hand hooked onto Rong Heng’s neck, the other shielding Rong Heng’s forehead, attempting to block the rain.

Although blocking rain was futile, Rong Heng still paused because of this gesture.

"Who told you to call me that," Rong Heng paused, couldn’t help but ask, "Prince Rui?"

Rong Yunhao looked around, whispered in Rong Heng’s ear: "Father said you are my Fifth Uncle, Brother Lan said you’re my little uncle, so you’re my Uncle Wu——"

Rong Heng lowered his head, his thin lips lifting slightly.

At this moment, he sensed a subtle sound of water behind him.

Rong Heng glanced back and saw someone sneaking and spying—Zhang Fu.

As expected, haunting relentlessly.

Even Jiu ran to shelter Rong Baoyi, yet Zhang Fu dutifully followed him.

How could he rescue Rong Miaoyan? He was merely a powerless criminal, lacking martial arts.

Moreover, he needed to detest all women in this world.

Suddenly, a half-dead woman drifted in the water to them.