I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 39: Crow Order

"To be precise, it wasn’t just a scare; it was a beating." Gu Lan flexed her wrist, a faint smile on her face.

When she smiled, she revealed a row of neat, white teeth, her eyes curved, resembling a well-behaved young boy.

Rong Heng couldn’t put into words what he felt; he hadn’t expected Gu Lan to be so bold.

This was the Imperial Palace, not the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion of the Gu Family, and Gu Lan was alone.

And it was all for him.

Rong Heng lowered his eyelids, trying hard to ignore the flutter in his heart, gripping the piece of preserved fruit tightly in his palm.

"Brother Hang, where are you hurt? Let me take a look!" Gu Lan leaned closer to him, nearly hanging onto him.

Her nose twitched, sensing a strong scent of blood on Rong Heng.

Rong Heng quickly retreated, his figure vanishing into the darkness instantly: "No need, I am a doctor."

"Doctors can’t treat themselves."

"I can."

Fine, Brother Hang was just so cold and distant, untouchable like that—

Gu Lan was used to it. She pulled out a handkerchief, unable to help rubbing her hands, regretting how she had impulsively grabbed Consort Qian’s foot.

She hadn’t expected, when she whimsically went to Zhongcui Palace to avenge Brother Hang, she would stumble upon Consort Qian meeting someone, and Consort Qian mistook her for a masked person, calling her "Yuan."

No wonder almost all the palace attendants in Zhongcui Palace had been sent away; it was Consort Qian making preparations for her meeting, which also made her infiltration particularly smooth.

She just wanted to ask one question,

Why was the meeting code a dumpling?

Suddenly, there was no sound outside, and no one came to search Xiaoxiang Palace, which was close to Zhongcui Palace. Gu Lan stood up and said, "I’ll go check."

Rong Heng was the first to stand up, walking straight out, then turning his head to give her a cold glance.

Gu Lan silently squatted down.

A while later, Rong Heng returned: "The people from Zhongcui Palace have withdrawn."

Gu Lan wiped her fingers, thinking, it must be that unfortunate masked person who got caught, and naturally, Consort Qian didn’t dare to make any more noise.

She seemed to owe that poor devil Yuan a thanks.

"Brother Hang, did you see that? Just now, the masked person’s Qinggong was really good; at this time, I need your endurance ability; otherwise, if I got caught, one punch and my life would be over."

Rong Heng pressed down the curve of his lips tightly, recalling that struggling figure in the auspicious jar: "The life over, seems to be that masked person."

"Who told him to chase me? We’re both trespassing, so why is he desperately chasing me?" Gu Lan muttered softly.

Rong Heng tugged the corner of his mouth.

Why did that person desperately chase him, did he have no clue?

Gu Lan truly didn’t have a clue, she folded the greasy paper leftover from the buns, muttering to herself: "Trying to learn from me, throwing buns like throwing stones."

Rong Heng heard Gu Lan talking to herself, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Throwing buns?"

"Zhongcui Palace had a little white dog; fortunately, I mixed the buns with a sleeping drug, otherwise, it would have definitely barked."

Rong Heng, who had just eaten the bun, pointed to himself:

"So, I’m the dog?"

So the bun wasn’t brought for him but for the dog.

"Brother Hang, let me explain; the dog was just an accident!"

The bun had been eaten, so it was too late to say anything now.

Gu Lan awkwardly touched the tip of her nose. The bun was indeed brought for Rong Heng; she just hadn’t anticipated running into a dog.

"Uh... Brother Hang, did you see the masked person’s face?"

Young Master Gu’s face was stern as he awkwardly changed the subject, realizing only after asking that there was an issue with his question.

Rong Heng: "The masked person’s face, how could I see it."

"..."

She coughed lightly, thinking, as long as she’s not embarrassed, it’s others who get embarrassed.

Suddenly, in the darkness, Rong Heng reached out and snatched the embroidered handkerchief from Gu Lan’s hand.

"You’re going to wear it out." Rong Heng said lightly, his gaze sweeping over Gu Lan’s hand.

Those fair, slender hands were excessively delicate, with distinct joints, now reddened by Gu Lan’s unconscious rubbing.

Such a pampered Young Master.

Then, he glanced at the embroidered handkerchief.

White silk, bordered with blue embroidery, crafted by the same hand as the previous handkerchief.

Oh, it was again from Young Master Gu’s close maid; he didn’t remember the maid’s name was Zijin.

Thinking of this, Rong Heng felt inexplicable irritation.

"Brother Hang, if Rong Qijun and Consort Qian dare to trouble you again in the future, we’ll reveal tonight’s events." Gu Lan withdrew her hand and spoke earnestly.

Rong Heng: "And then, everyone will know, Young Master Gu sneaked into the harem at night and beat up the Noble Consort."

Gu Lan smiled broadly, "I’ll just take it that you’re concerned about me, Brother Hang, you’re truly a good person."

She paused, and continued, "I dare to admit that I hit Consort Qian, but as for her, she absolutely wouldn’t dare to admit she’s meeting a man. Besides, even if she knows it was me, so what? I’m the son of the Dingyuan Marquis, Brother Hang rest assured, no one would dare to touch me."

As long as Marquis Gu is still in command at the border, and as long as the Gu family holds ten thousand military power in hand, even if Gu Lan tears the sky in the Capital City, the Emperor would swallow it down.

Rong Heng was slightly stunned, realizing that Gu Lan was explaining so he wouldn’t worry about him.

He wasn’t worried anyway!

"It’s just a pity I didn’t see the masked man’s face, only heard Consort Qian call him Yuan."

Gu Lan sighed, when saying the words "Yuan," her red lips gently opened and closed, silently repeating it, inexplicably finding it somewhat familiar.

It’s as if she had recited those two words countless times.

She’s sure she hasn’t seen the name in books, but doesn’t rule out that Yuan is just a one-line background character.

Rong Heng’s eyes flickered, "Yuan? How old, can you tell?"

"Definitely older than me, very tall!" Gu Lan gestured the height of the masked man.

Rong Heng leisurely looked her up and down, "If it’s a man, he’s taller than you."

Gu Lan ground her teeth: Damn, when she gets back, she’ll switch to insoles that make her taller, tomorrow she’ll be six feet tall!

Her height was indeed a bit short; who knows if over time, someone might suspect her identity.

Gu Lan pondered for a while, and said, "If Consort Qian really dares to catch me, I’ll shout at the gate of East Splendor Gate that the noble consort has a red mark on her chest."

Rong Heng widened his eyes, "?"

Gu Lan smiled, her tone playfully teasing, "Brother Hang, is there anything else you want to know? I can tell you everything I saw tonight, after all, there’s nothing tastier than dumplings—"

Consort Qian could be considered Rong Heng’s sister-in-law, right?

"Get lost."

Rong Heng spat out the words coldly, crushing the candied fruit in his hand.

Gu Lan behaved so obediently in front of him that he forgot the rumors of Young Master Gu’s scandalous reputation.

Does he still need to worry about Gu Lan?

He should be worried about Qian Ruohua.

Rong Heng’s face was dark, though in the dim light, Gu Lan couldn’t see his expression clearly.

After a while, Gu Lan asked, "Brother Hang, there will be wonton, shrimp dumplings, buns, and osmanthus cake tomorrow morning, which will you have?"

Rong Heng instinctively answered, "Osmanthus—"

"I won’t eat anything!"

Mid-sentence, he nearly bit off his tongue.

Gu Lan nodded, "Alright, osmanthus cake, I’m leaving now."

After speaking, she didn’t wait for Rong Heng to retort, she got up and picked up the lotus palace lantern to leave.

Rong Heng frowned, intending to return the handkerchief to her, but just as he touched Gu Lan’s shoulder, Gu Lan turned her head, "Brother Hang, if you get hurt in the future, let me know, I’ll teach them a lesson for you!"

He quickly withdrew his hand without answering, his deep eyes indifferent.

Gu Lan smiled at him, then blew out the palace lantern, re-tied the mask, "Goodnight."

After speaking, the figure disappeared into the night.

Rong Heng lowered his gaze, staring at the embroidered handkerchief in his hand in the dark for a long time, he then put it away, taking out a quaint and sophisticated hand crossbow from his sleeve.

After a while, Rong Heng finally calmed his heart that had been enraged by Gu Lan, raising his arm.

In the pitch-black sky, an unnoticeable black light pierced through, emitting a unique nightingale-like chirp.

Not knowing how much time passed, a small eunuch in a red robe stealthily entered from the Xiaoxiang Palace gate, kneeling on one knee before Rong Heng, "Master, what are your orders?"

"Find a hidden guard beside Qian Ruohua named ’Yuan,’ he should be her lover, find out his background and eliminate him."

Rong Heng stood with hands behind his back, his voice cold and light.

That person saw Gu Lan’s face, even if only half of it, and it was for him that Gu Lan was exposed.

The red-robed little eunuch pondered, somewhat surprised, "There’s no such name openly around Consort Qian— Master activated the Crow Order, just for me to eliminate a hidden guard? Jiu could also do this."

He had been lurking in the Imperial Palace and knew that Rong Heng was injured by Rong Qijun, and the previous night, attacked by Consort Qian’s people.

However, facing such life-threatening assassinations, Master hadn’t activated the Crow Order, yet tonight suddenly summoned him, merely to investigate and eliminate a small hidden guard.

Rong Heng remained silent, his expression calm, the red-robed little eunuch realizing he asked something inappropriate, hurriedly bowed his head, "Subordinate understands."

The little eunuch accepted the order, before leaving, he whispered as if he just remembered, "Master, when I arrived, I saw Young Master Gu from Dingyuan Marquis Mansion had knocked out Zhang Fu in the side hall and beat him up..."

Rong Heng was stunned upon hearing this.

Gu Lan, before leaving, beat up Zhang Fu again?

Could it be just because he said Zhang Fu was a dog sent by Zhang Fengcai to watch over him?

In the little eunuch’s shocked gaze, he couldn’t help but smile wryly, curling his lips.

The little eunuch’s pupils quivered with shock, how could Master’s smile seem more and more indulgent...

This is unbelievable!