I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 40: Shameless

The news of an assassination attempt at Zhongcui Palace, where Consort Qian was severely injured, spread throughout the Imperial Palace by the next day.

"So, was the assassin caught?" Rong Yunhao curiously asked Gu Lan while casually munching on the almond crisp on Gu Lan’s table.

Gu Lan, lying on the table, massaged her sore wrist from beating people too much, while slapping away Rong Yunhao’s chubby hand stealing food, shook her head: "I don’t know, maybe they didn’t catch anyone. Otherwise, why is there still no news?"

They definitely caught him. Her strike should have incapacitated the masked man for a short time. However, after catching him, Consort Qian must have suppressed the whole incident.

"If you keep eating, your morning run will be in vain. One bite of almond crisp, one lap around Xiefang Palace," Gu Lan lazily said.

She couldn’t stand the little prince’s constant whining and rolling about, so she dragged him into practicing martial arts and horse stance in the morning for the past couple of days.

However, since the young prince is still too young, she just has him run two laps around Xiefang Palace every day to lose weight, lay a good foundation, and then practice martial arts.

Rong Yunhao, with his cheeks puffed out, touched his soft little tummy after hearing this and put down the almond crisp.

"I’ll be a great hero roaming the martial world in the future, surely having endless almond crisps to eat! For now, for now, I won’t eat it, Brother Lan, you eat."

Gu Lan disdainfully stared at the half-eaten almond crisp, crumbs everywhere, but her voice was earnest: "Hero Rong, clean this up, and while you’re at it, sweep the floor."

Rong Yunhao, cheerful to be called a hero by Gu Lan, went to sweep the floor happily.

Gu Lan curled her lips.

Finally, she doesn’t have to sweep the floor. Isn’t a younger brother meant to be ordered around for chores?

"The Second Prince is still lying in Xiefang Palace, and now the Noble Consort has been attacked again. I’m really scared," Han Xuan’er angrily said from the side.

She glanced at Gu Lan, attempting to shift the blame, making others suspicious of Gu Lan.

This girl usually followed Rong Miaoyan around, but after seeing her beat Rong Qijun a few days ago, her gaze became unusual.

Gu Lan already sensed Han Xuan’er’s hostility toward her and couldn’t understand why a good girl, so young, could fall for someone like Rong Qijun.

"Attacked? I see it as a boon for the people," Rong Miaoyan gloated; she didn’t have a good impression of Consort Qian.

"Justice served!" Rong Baoyi echoed.

Gu Lan said, "Hmm, the person who did this must be highly skilled in martial arts, with extraordinary prowess."

Miaoyan added, "They must be a noble and courageous hidden swordsman."

Gu Lan nodded approvingly: "The Princess is absolutely right."

Han Xuan’er couldn’t help but say, "Young Master, you praise the assassin. Could it be that the person who attempted to assassinate the Noble Consort last night was you?"

Congratulations on guessing correctly, but there are no rewards.

Gu Lan, with clear bright eyes, curved her red lips at Han Xuan’er, her voice languid and provocative:

"How does the County Princess know where I went? Could it be you sneaked to Xiefang Palace last night to watch me sleep? Or did you go to watch the Noble Consort sleep?

So, do you like me?"

Han Xuan’er’s face flushed red with shame and anger, and she shut her mouth.

Gu Lan’s smile was slow and light on her lips, but her gaze was cold.

She couldn’t resist turning around, and unexpectedly, Rong Heng was also looking at her.

Their gazes met in mid-air, and Gu Lan gave him a "you know it" look.

Rong Heng originally didn’t want to pay attention to her, but, in the morning, he couldn’t resist and ate the Osmanthus Cake Gu Lan brought.

So, Rong Heng had to return her a "shameless" expression.

By lunchtime, Gu Lan naturally sat face-to-face with Rong Heng, holding two portions of the meal, familiar food, familiar cutlery, familiar sulky male lead.

A stick of incense later, Rong Heng, having eaten nearly the entire squirrel fish himself, fell into deep silence.

Last night, he even issued a Crow Order, why didn’t he take the opportunity to ask for some money for food!

Now, he still had to eat charity food.

Gu Lan had no idea of Rong Heng’s thoughts, only feeling that the male lead finally quieted down to have a meal without much chatter—it seemed he wasn’t hungry enough before.

After finishing lunch, she pulled out a damp silk handkerchief, seriously wiping off the little grease from her fingers.

Rong Heng’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, thoroughly convinced—Gu Lan indeed has a stack of handkerchiefs!

His gaze darkened, recalling the fragrant smell on Gu Lan when covering her mouth last night, no wonder such an effeminate person.

Thinking about carefully keeping the two embroidered handkerchiefs at his bedside, Rong Heng really wanted to tear them apart when he returned to the palace.

Gu Lan carefully finished wiping her hands, pulled out a few candy-coated beans, placed them on Rong Heng’s desk, tossed one into her mouth, then hugged her arms, lying on Rong Heng’s desk.

It’s really hard attending classes; she’s been confused by the classic Chinese of Yan Country these past two days, worked hard to beat up two people last night, and watched the young prince run laps this morning... She’s also very tired!

Just as she closed her eyes, smelling the faint medicinal fragrance on Rong Heng, she lightly fell asleep.

Rong Heng looked at the boy in front of him who instantly fell asleep with closed eyes, dumbfounded, his dark eyes filled with undeniable astonishment.

How could Gu Lan fall asleep instantly?

In the public setting of the Imperial Family, Gu Lan lightly dozed off on his desk.

Does he not have his own desk!

Rong Heng took a deep breath, picked up the candy beans, and began eating them one by one. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

This time it was an orange-yellow tangerine candy, still crunchy, making a somewhat noisy "crack" sound when chewed. Rong Heng suddenly didn’t want to chew it to pieces and let the tangerine’s sweet-sour flavor spread in his mouth.

This flavor was one he had never tasted before. Rong Heng saved two candies, intending to let Jiu try them.

A few seconds later, he just ate them himself.

Why give them to Jiu? I’ll do it next time.

Rong Heng lowered his head slightly, glancing at Gu Lan’s side face as she slept.

The person lay sideways on her arm, her black hair falling across her face, revealing only the quivering long lashes, the petite upturned nose, and the slightly bulging white cheeks, resembling a tender white rabbit.

And she even slept with candy in her mouth, not worrying about choking—

Rong Heng suddenly realized what he was thinking and found Gu Lan inexplicably... cute?

In her dream, Gu Lan smacked her lips, the silky hair covering her eyes, sleeping more soundly.

Rong Heng felt a faint urge to reach out and stroke Gu Lan’s hair because it looked incredibly smooth.

He lowered his gaze, suddenly pondering that if he really had a brother like Gu Lan, perhaps it wouldn’t be an unforgivable thing.

He was the late Emperor’s youngest prince, twenty years younger than his eldest brother Rong Shuo, even several years younger than his fourth prince brother, who died early, and the same age as juniors like Rong Qichun and Rong Qijun...

Rong Heng had never experienced the feeling of being an older brother.

Should he give it a try?

Just as he thought this, the teacher entered the hall to continue the class. Seeing Gu Lan asleep, he abruptly patted the desk.

Gu Lan awoke with a start, his first move to pat his face, checking for drool on the table.

The entire series of actions were smooth and practiced naturally.

Rong Heng sneaked a roll of his eyes, thinking that if this really were his brother, he shouldn’t be this foolish.