I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!

Chapter 413 - 314: Rong Jing’s Breakdown (Part 3)

Zhang Fengcai lowered his head, startled by Song Zhi’s words, with more fear than surprise in his eyes.

He had long known that Rong Heng was not as simple as he seemed on the surface, but since Rong Heng had hold over the affair with Zhang Ruoshui, he could only turn a blind eye.

But Song Zhi was different. Song Zhi had no weaknesses to exploit, and the only thing he cared about was the Emperor. As long as he believed something might harm the Emperor, he would speak out without hesitation.

"Why does it have to be now..." Rong Jing murmured, lowering his head, staring blankly at the bright yellow Holy Decree in front of him. Every freshly written word seemed like a monster formed from blood, grinning at him, mocking his naivety.

Song Zhi furrowed his brows, a feeling of unease suddenly rising within him.

Something seemed off about His Majesty’s condition.

Before he could speak further, Rong Jing’s crimson lips suddenly curved into a gentle arc.

His smile was beautiful, like a full tree of peach blossoms blooming to the limit, his voice calm, even touched with a bit of delight:

"Wu really surprised me, but with this, I feel more assured about him. I was truly afraid that he had no ambition at all, and that once I’m dead, he’d be immediately devoured by those covetous courtiers."

Song Zhi gazed at Rong Jing’s smiling face, momentarily lost, and as his gaze lowered, he saw the Holy Decree on the desk before Rong Jing, suddenly realizing.

It seemed he had returned at the wrong time; the Emperor was about to confer a title upon Rong Heng.

He clenched his hand into a fist, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

The Emperor, for some reason, had suddenly developed this compulsion to confer a title upon Rong Heng. This notion, under some inexplicable stimulus, quickly became an obsession in his heart. Thus, just now, the Emperor deliberately exonerated Rong Heng to fulfill this obsession, trying to convince himself.

However, Rong Heng had bought off more than just Zhou Xing...

Under the possibility that Rong Heng might plot to usurp the throne and harm Rong Jing, Song Zhi decided to reveal everything.

A flash of sorrow crossed his eyes, yet his voice was cold and emotionless:

"I had secretly sent someone to Yinzhou earlier, and it was only yesterday that I received news. The Deputy General of the southern border army, Su Yi, is a former member of the Pingnan Army, loyal to the Xiao Family. Prince Rui had once combined the former Pingnan Army into a camp under Su Yi’s command. Over the years, Su Yi has maintained secret contacts with Prince Xiang, and moreover..."

He paused, looking at Rong Jing’s usual demeanor, yet his own heart was sinking deeper and deeper.

Even so, does Your Majesty still intend to confer a title upon Rong Heng?

Song Zhi continued, "Moreover, I have a suspicion that Prince Xiang is not in Yinzhou but returned to the Capital City when Gu Lan made his way there."

With Song Zhi’s words, Rong Jing’s breathing became rapid, the smile at his lips dissipating like smoke, the forced joy collapsing inch by inch.

"You suspect? Why suspect?"

After a long while, Rong Jing looked at Song Zhi, reluctantly asking the seven words.

Perhaps it’s still possible that this is just Song Zhi’s suspicion, that Wu merely developed some ambition, yet remains under his control.

Song Zhi lowered his eyes, avoiding Rong Jing’s gaze, a touch of reluctance crossing his eyes:

"I passed through Mu City when returning to the Capital and inquired of a Guard Captain named Wu Shao, learning that Gu Lan had an Hidden Guard named Zishan protecting him. Wu Shao claims this person is close to Gu Lan, but I’m not certain—"

Just as he uttered the name "Zishan," Rong Jing’s flushed cheeks suddenly turned as pale as paper.

Something in his heart,

extinguished all at once.

Rong Jing’s eyes turned entirely into a surging blood red, and he abruptly raised his head, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Your Majesty!"

Song Zhi’s pupils trembled, in a moment of panic he rushed forward to support Rong Jing, only to be harshly pushed away by him.

"Get out!" Rong Jing roared.

Song Zhi’s arm hung in the air, dropping helplessly.

Zhang Fengcai hurriedly crawled up, enduring his fear and said, "This servant will immediately call for the Imperial Physician—"

"No need." Rong Jing stopped him, casually wiping the blood at the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse.

Neither Song Zhi nor Zhang Fengcai dared to move, and after a long while, they heard Rong Jing’s voice, as if a ghostly sound from hell, repeating the name Song Zhi had spoken:

"Zichan... Haha, Zichan."

So, Rong Heng had indeed been hiding beside Gu Lan all along.

The warm memories he used to keep in his heart, in an instant, shattered like a cobweb, with endless darkness dragging him into a bottomless abyss, devouring him completely.

"Your Majesty, please instruct me on what I should do, or allow me to summon the Imperial Physician." Song Zhi couldn’t help but say, looking at the bloodstained lips of Rong Jing, suddenly regretting revealing all of this, an almost uncontainable heartache in his eyes.

"I want to kill them." Rong Jing’s eyes widened, holding his head with both hands, screaming like a madman.

"I want to kill them!!!"

In the vast hall, his hysterical roars echoed, lingering tirelessly.