I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 215 - 148: Opening the Door to a New World
Han Xuan’er pondered over the news she had heard earlier and curiously asked, "What is the position of Wind Discipline in the Ministry of Personnel?"
"The position of Wind Discipline is under the Ministry of Personnel, but it holds the power of supervision over the Six Ministries, rectifying officials to ensure proper governance," Rong Miaoyan replied.
Han Xuan’er’s eyes lit up, "Doesn’t that mean it holds great power? Your Highness, you will be the first female official in Dayan."
"Though the power is great, my identity is special. Right now, I cannot command respect, nor do I know where to begin. I can only hope Minister Han won’t make things difficult for a young woman like me."
"Don’t worry, my father won’t."
"Let’s hope so, after all..." After all, she had to seize power from Han Ande, and how much she could seize was the Emperor’s test for her.
Miaoyan gazed at Gu Lan and softly said, "Gu Lan, I’ve just entered the court to become an official and can’t help you yet. You’re not going to compromise and marry Lu Feifei, are you?"
Gu Lan nodded and gently explained, "The news of my father’s victory might reach the Capital City in about half a month."
"So that’s how it is." Miaoyan breathed a sigh of relief.
The news of Weizhou’s defeat was false; Dingyuan Marquis’s victory was true.
At that time, when Marquis Gu seeks credit and rewards, no one can compel Gu Lan to marry Lu Feifei.
So this was the hidden card of Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.
Gu Lan looked at her expression and raised an eyebrow, "You don’t seem surprised at all."
Miaoyan blushed and explained, "When Qin Zhenghu went to Weizhou, I felt something was wrong. What was he doing there as a vice director of the Ministry of Industry, and with the Grain Official too? At the time, I guessed the Northern Territory was about to go to war. Qin Zhenghu is familiar with waterways, so he was sent there. It seems Weizhou was indeed a bait, Qiangrong Chanyu bit it and couldn’t spit it out. Perhaps Weizhou is already an empty city."
This keen political perception...
She looked at the lively and excited daughter of the Minister of Personnel and thought, do you know your father is about to lose his job?
Not until Rong Miaoyan had packed her things from the Imperial Family Academy and left, did Rong Heng speak indifferently, "You don’t need to worry about her, Zhou Xing will help her, and Han Ande is not a sinister, power-hungry man. Once he sees the Emperor intends to support Rong Miaoyan, he will yield power to her."
Gu Lan’s eyes narrowed, then he said with deeper meaning, "Oh, some people appear solitary on the surface but have so many hidden tricks behind the scenes, huh, sly man?"
"I..." Rong Heng’s breath hitched as he looked up at Gu Lan in a daze.
"Don’t keep a stern face every day. I’m the one forced to get married, not you." Gu Lan said as he stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth.
His fingertip lightly brushed over Rong Heng’s lips. He instinctively opened his mouth to bite it, his heartbeat slowing for a moment.
"What flavor is this?" The taste in his mouth brought Rong Heng back to his senses, knitting his brows.
"Lemon, sour? I custom-ordered it at a candy store."
"Lemon... sour, it can be used medicinally, but no one has ever made candy from it." Rong Heng murmured as his features crumpled up from the sourness, but then he opened his hand seriously in front of Gu Lan.
Gu Lan gave him a few more pieces, "Though it’s sour, it’s delicious, right?"
"I... I’m just using it for medicinal purposes."
Gu Lan: For medicinal use, you need the lemon itself, not lemon candy.
Nevermind, she couldn’t be bothered to expose the proud young man.
Rong Heng tilted his head slightly, clutching the candy beans in his palm, and said seemingly casually, "Zhou Xing was previously known as Lord Xing, you knew this already, I was not hiding it from you."
He would not allow Rong Miaoyan to sow discord between him and Gu Lan.
Gu Lan recalled that when they learned of Duoji’s death, it was that Lord Xing who reported it.
At that time, the Minister of Justice was indeed present, escorting Duoji with Lu Bingxin, who would have thought he was Rong Heng’s person.
"Is Brother Hang explaining to me?"
"Just making casual conversation."
"Zhou Xing, last name Zhou, right? Why call him Lord Xing?"
"He manages the Ministry of Justice."
"..."
These code names are as perfunctory as the likes of Xiao Jiu, Hei, and Erhei.
Nobody heard their conversation, but everyone saw Gu Lan feeding Rong Heng candy.
Gu Lan suddenly felt a gaze constantly watching her. She sharply looked up and saw Yan Qing in a corner, eyes gleaming while writing furiously.
"Yan Qing, what are you doing?" Gu Lan asked aloud.
Yan Qing quickly closed the book in his hand, his already pale face turning even stiffer, shaking his head and stammering, "N-no, nothing."
This child’s illness came and went in episodes. Gu Lan felt reluctant to ask.
Seeing he was unwilling to speak, she didn’t press further, but Rong Heng memorized this matter once more.
Late at night, Rong Heng arrived at Rong Mu’s residence to treat Yan Qing’s illness.
Yan Qing’s illness was a congenital weakness, but under his care these past days, his health had mostly recovered.
Rong Mu knew the mysterious masked man treating his grandson was the Ghost Doctor of the world but didn’t know the Ghost Doctor was Rong Heng himself.
Rong Heng conducted his diagnosis with only Yan Qing present. Yan Qing had already guessed Rong Heng’s identity beforehand but hadn’t told Rong Mu.
After Yan Qing finished his daily dose of medicine under Rong Heng’s watch, Rong Heng removed his mask and extended his hand to him.
"Uncle Wu, why did you take off your mask?"
"Hand it over." Rong Heng said icily.
"Hand over what? The medical fee?" Yan Qing asked confusedly.
Rong Heng locked eyes with him, emitting a fearsome aura, and coldly demanded, "Hand over what you wrote during the day."
"N-no way..." Yan Qing was startled and hurriedly refused in a whisper.
Rong Heng fixed him with a gaze, "I’ve poisoned you. Without the antidote within one incense stick’s time, you’ll bleed from your seven orifices and die."
Yan Qing was shocked, his eyes widening as his voice tinged with tears. The young lad, just thirteen or fourteen, felt wronged, "Uncle Wu, I’m your nephew."
"Half-nephew," Rong Heng stated indifferently.
Yan Qing’s vision darkened as he tearfully retrieved two thick booklets from the bottom layer of his desk.
"These...these are it—"
He hadn’t finished speaking before Rong Heng snatched them and turned to leave.
"Wait, the antidote, Uncle Wu." Yan Qing called out urgently, sobbing and coughing, looking especially pitiful.
Rong Heng’s voice was calm as still water, "Don’t scare yourself for no reason. Why would I poison my own nephew?"
"..."
Yan Qing watched Rong Heng’s figure vanish in the blink of an eye, tears streaming down his face.
"Uncle Wu, who taught you to be so bad?"
Rong Heng quickly returned to Xiaoxiang Palace with the two books and stared at the "Buddhist Scripture" inscription on the cover, lost in thought.
Would a Buddhist Scripture indicate it’s a Buddhist Scripture on the cover? So this must not be a Buddhist Scripture.
Young Yan Qing, reading such dubious books unnoticed by Rong Mu, could only be managed by him.
Rong Heng picked up a book, opened the first page, and suddenly froze...
This is... "Marquis and Young Master," authored by Sea and River are Clear.
Does Yan Qing think that by changing his author’s alias, I wouldn’t recognize him?
So this kid wasn’t reading books, he was writing them!?
Rong Heng’s temple throbbed as he suppressed his emotions to continue reading. The more he read, the more the marquis in the book resembled Gu Lan, while the young master’s...
The long night stretched on as Fifth Young Master Rong opened the door to a new world.
