I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 37: Bagging Someone

Gu Lan asked, "Why is it okay to provoke the Crown Prince, but not Princess Ning’an?"

"His Highness the Crown Prince is the child of the late Consort De and was raised by the Empress, whereas Princess Ning’an is the Empress’s only biological child. Young Master, remember this."

Concubine Yi emphasized earnestly, fearing Gu Lan might tease the princess.

Indeed, there were rampant rumors about her nephew’s dashing and flirtatious nature and keeping eighteen beauties in the backyard; she had no choice but to repeatedly remind him.

Seeing Gu Lan’s strange expression, Concubine Yi’s heart skipped a beat.

This nephew, does he really want to lay hands on the princess?

Though it’s true he’s handsome and matches well with the princess in appearance, yet his reputation... has turned from being flirtatious and reckless to being involved in brawls!

At this thought, she quickly said:

"Young Master, be careful, yesterday’s incident with the Second Prince at the Imperial Family has already spread throughout the palace!"

Gu Lan clenched his fingers and said, "Eliminating harm for the people, no need to say more."

"..." Concubine Yi held her forehead.

However, Gu Lan was right; beating up the Second Prince was indeed eliminating harm for the people.

That Second Prince had been arrogant from a young age, behaving lawlessly under the Noble Consort’s indulgence and the status of a prince, and he even harassed her palace’s Chief Palace Maid a while ago, making everyone in the palace eager to avoid him.

"I heard the Second Prince screamed all night at the Imperial Hospital, so during this time, you must be careful of Qian Ruohua’s revenge.

For now, Qian Ruohua won’t dare to make a move against you, due to your status, but it doesn’t mean she won’t have any other actions. Last night, she even sent someone to assassinate Rong Heng; everyone in the palace knows about it, yet no one dares to speak out..."

Returning to Xiefang Palace, Gu Lan had Concubine Yi’s words in her mind.

She crouched small on a chair, becoming more agitated the more she thought about it, almost crushing the thing in her hand.

Consort Qian actually dared to attempt an assassination on Rong Heng in the Imperial Palace—

No wonder Rong Heng was even more cold and gloomy today, and there was a more intense smell of blood lingering around him.

Gu Lan was somewhat annoyed that Brother Hang was injured, and she hadn’t noticed. How could she act like such a brother?

She prided herself on being loyal; everyone praised her, but Rong Heng surely wouldn’t think so now.

Zijin couldn’t hold back any longer. She tugged at Gu Lan’s sleeve, her pretty little face flushed red, and whispered a reminder: "Young Master, don’t be angry, your lifeline is about to be crushed."

Gu Lan looked down and saw the item Madam Zhou had sent her, almost snapped by herself. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Annoyed, she clenched her fist and said, "I feel this thing doesn’t reflect my valor and bravery. Can I get a replacement?"

Zijin widened her eyes in shock, seeing her master holding that bizarrely shaped object, not knowing what material it was made from, and lightly flicked it with her fingertip.

Gu Lan’s eyes drooped, her face not blushing at all.

No denying, her mother was incredibly resourceful.

The fake Adam’s apple from before was made of something unknown, rivaling black technology from her past missions where she disguised as a man;

A few days ago, she mentioned she was missing something. Now, after being in the palace for some time, worried about being discovered, and it hadn’t been three days before Mr. Custom Order sent it over.

A silk-made, soft yet sturdy belt convenient to wear, elastic on the outside, probably with a core of softwood inside, Gu Lan felt it a bit small, but suitable for her current age.

She put on the "belt," patted her chest, and said matter-of-factly: "Oh well, I’m weak, small will do."

Zijin: ...It’s a good thing she’s blind and can’t see!

Gu Lan whispered in her ear: "Zijin, do you want to feel it, it feels really nice."

Zijin: ...It’s a good thing she’s deaf and can’t hear!

Gu Lan finished dressing, then, under Zijin’s skeptical gaze, flipped several nimble somersaults.

Very sturdy!

Zijin shook her head, her expression dazed and questioning life as she walked away.

Gu Lan put on her night attire, donned a mask, and equipped herself with various tools and weapons.

Just as she was about to exit through the window, she thought for a moment, tucked a stack of steamed buns Zijin had left her for a midnight snack into her chest, and headed straight for Xiaoxiang Palace.

Halfway there, Gu Lan got lost again—

But this time, it was fine; she knew Consort Qian’s Zhongcui Palace was next to Xiaoxiang Palace, and from the name Zhongcui Palace, it was evident it was the brightest palace in the Imperial Palace at night.

In the middle of the night, Zhongcui Palace was lit with warm and bright lights, casting a splendid reflection on the cyan glazed tiles.

Gu Lan glanced at Xiaoxiang Palace, which was shrouded in darkness next door, hesitated for just a second, and then circled around Zhongcui Palace.

In the next moment, she had already nimbly climbed onto the walls of Zhongcui Palace. She discovered that Consort Qian kept a dog in the courtyard.

It was a fluffy ball of pure white fur, lazily lounging in a delicate kennel in the center of the courtyard, leashed. Just then, a Palace Maid had walked out from Consort Qian’s bedroom, and the fluffy ball barked twice cleverly.

After the time of a cup of tea, Gu Lan was swaggering into Consort Qian’s bedroom—

In the courtyard, the fluffy ball finished eating two specially-treated dumplings and was snoring away.

Inside the hall, Qian Ruohua had just finished her bath, sending her personal maid out.

She casually draped a thin layer of inner clothing and walked out of the washroom barefoot, her body’s curves visible, and sat down beside the dressing table next to the bed.

The copper mirror reflected a stunningly alluring face. Qian Ruohua, pitying herself, touched it and murmured, "The Emperor hasn’t stepped into the harem for half a month. No matter how much I groom and dress up, what’s the use."

Gu Lan, masked, stood a few yards behind her, footsteps unrestrained, looking around the facilities of Zhongcui Palace.

For some reason, tonight almost all of Consort Qian’s palace attendants were absent; only two sleepy little eunuchs guarded the outer hall, even her personal Chief Palace Maid had left.

She hadn’t expected that her impulsive infiltration into Zhongcui Palace tonight would go so smoothly.

— She originally just wanted to bring Brother Hang a bun for a late-night snack.

Gu Lan took a liking to the Osmanthus Cake on the desk, the preserved tea, and a bronze lotus lamp placed in the corner.

What puzzled her was that although Consort Qian had already seen her through the reflection in the copper mirror and heard her footsteps, she remained calm, neither calling out nor turning her head.

It left Gu Lan somewhat at a loss on how to proceed.

"Ah Yuan, you’re always like this. Can’t you at least say something to me?"

Consort Qian’s voice carried a hint of pleading, her beautiful eyes filled with distress and gentleness.

Gu Lan’s eyes suddenly went wide.

She seemed to have inadvertently stumbled upon something extraordinary.

Qian Ruohua, seeing the masked man behind her still ignoring her, couldn’t help but turn her head—

In an instant, she was bagged by Gu Lan.

Gu Lan moved quickly, immediately sealing Consort Qian’s mute acupoint, cutting off her ear-piercing scream in her throat.

Without waiting for Consort Qian to react, she pulled the bag over her head, wrapped it around once, and tied a dead knot.

Then, Young Master Gu grabbed Consort Qian’s slender waist, flipped her, and lifted her by her two feet, turning her upside down.

"Crash—"

"Clang—"

"Bang—!"

Consort Qian’s head struck the ground, as if her whole body was about to shatter into pieces.

Having beaten her son yesterday and now beating the mother today, Gu Lan felt it was enough, wiping the sweat from her forehead, delivering a karate chop that knocked Consort Qian unconscious before tossing her to the floor. Considering that Consort Qian was, after all, a woman, she hadn’t used as much force as she did against the Second Prince.

Since Rong Heng couldn’t see how she fought, a casual beating would do.

Brother Hang would surely be touched if he knew.

If he didn’t know, she’d just tell him herself.

After a long while, Gu Lan felt a bit tired from the beating. Seeing no commotion outside, she leisurely stood up.

She walked into the washroom and began washing her hands with clean water.

Initially intending to wash casually, she remembered holding Consort Qian by the ankles, which made her feel awful, so she started washing diligently.

Rubbing until her fair hands turned red, exposing only a pair of watery eyes, full of gloom.

As she washed, a shadow descended from above.

Gu Lan paused, seeing the shadow dressed in black, masked, identical to her attire, most crucially holding a tray of dumplings.

Were these dumplings some sort of secret code!?

The masked man revealed a pair of cold, sharp eyes, his pupils a light brown, like translucent dark golden amber.

Upon seeing the unconscious Consort Qian on the floor, his eyes widened, then turned to Gu Lan, who was rubbing her fingers, meeting his gaze awkwardly.

The masked man looked at Gu Lan for a long time, his black eyes bewildered and surprised.

Gu Lan couldn’t help but speak to break the awkwardness, "Uh... Maybe you two should continue? I’ll go?"