I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 142 - 97: Fart_3

Young Master Gu’s heart skipped a beat.

Under the dim light, Rong Heng stared at Gu Lan’s fair and swollen ankle, his eyes becoming even more profound.

Thin ankle, thin waist, not tall, not even leg hair, Gu Lan indeed seemed like a woman.

"Pff—"

A strange muffled sound came from somewhere.

Rong Heng frowned and looked at Gu Lan, "What are you doing?"

Gu Lan coughed, looking calm, "Farting, can’t Brother Hang tell? Should I do it again for you?"

Rong Heng: ...

He withdrew his earlier guess.

This person not only looked ready to fart again but seemed to want to catch it for him to smell.

Gu Lan said, "It’s too cold here, can’t a person fart? Or does Brother Hang never fart?"

"Shut up," Rong Heng said through gritted teeth, in a low voice.

Gu Lan: "Let me prepare—hiss!"

Rong Heng had already exerted force on his hand during her "preparation," and with a "crack" sound, Gu Lan’s dislocated joint was back in place.

Gu Lan trembled all over in pain but bit her lip and didn’t make a sound.

Rong Heng pinched the mooncake hidden in his sleeve, pondering whether to find an opportunity to give it to Gu Lan.

"It doesn’t seem to hurt anymore—" Gu Lan moved her ankle, but before she finished speaking, she suddenly frowned.

She instinctively looked at Rong Heng, her eyes strange: "Brother Hang, did you hear...something?"

Rong Heng’s expression was stern, word by word: "I didn’t fart."

Gu Lan twitched the corner of her mouth, lowering her voice a few notches: "No...it’s from inside the side hall."

Rong Heng’s expression stiffened for two seconds. Seeing that Gu Lan’s expression didn’t seem fake, he started listening carefully.

Moments later, both of their faces showed some hesitation.

Gu Lan pointed to the light beside Rong Heng, and Rong Heng immediately blew out the palace lamp.

In the silent darkness, the voices of the man and woman suddenly became evident.

The voices came from the deepest part of the side hall. Gu Lan quietly took a few steps forward, and Rong Heng frowned and followed.

He had already recognized the male voice as Rong Jing.

However, it was his first time seeing Gu Lan’s skills.

Young Master Gu’s means of stealth in the dark was much more practiced than when he climbed walls, as if he often engaged in sneaky deeds.

Rong Heng sighed, truly wondering how the grand and open style of the Gu Family Spear taught him such insidious and cunning stealth tactics. Surely, the Gu Family wouldn’t need their Young Master to assassinate others.

The two noiselessly circled to the innermost part of the side hall, to see under the unpredictable light, a bed with curtains drawn around it, from which came the voices of a man and a woman.

The next moment, Gu Lan heard the Emperor’s deep and alluring voice say: Wenyuan.

Gu Lan’s eyes paused.

Moments later, Gu Lan and Rong Heng snuck out of the side hall and found a pavilion to sit under.

No wonder there wasn’t a single palace attendant here; the Emperor here doing this and that with the Empress’ chief palace maid, naturally no one would be on duty. Even if someone indeed found out, who would dare say anything.

She remembered that not long after the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet started, the Emperor left, and Empress Su specifically had her maid Wenyuan see him off.

"If I didn’t hear wrong, just now, one was the Emperor, the other was Wenyuan beside the Empress, right?" Gu Lan said in a low voice.

Rong Heng responded, and Gu Lan added, "Although it was hard to see clearly through the bed curtains, they most definitely weren’t just chatting under the covers. Empress Su and Rong Miaoyan almost lost their lives, and yet...your brother still has the mood for this?"

Unhappy, she furrowed her brows, took out one of the Unity Knots granted to her by Empress Su, and looked at it.

She had just saved Rong Miaoyan and Empress Su, clearly liked both beauties, yet unexpectedly encountered such a world-class scoundrel.

Though it’s an era where he could have multiple wives and concubines, and Rong Jing is an Emperor, his wife and daughter had nearly been splashed with acid, yet he pulled his wife’s maid—

Seeing Gu Lan’s angry look, Rong Heng spoke, "Wenyuan is a maid Empress brought from her boudoir when entering the palace."

"Then... is it possible the Empress sent her maid out to vie for affection?"