I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 63 - 61: Stunned (Part 2)

Why did you fall again?

This time she hadn’t set any traps.

Gu Lan jumped down, removed her blood-stained gloves, and even washed them in the rain before putting them back into her bosom.

These gloves are quite useful, easy to carry, and finely crafted, impervious to forged steel blades and bullets; simply a must-have weapon for murder, arson, and travel.

Yuan fell at the spot where the low gate of the Marquis Mansion’s back garden is, she picked up an umbrella, opened it, and walked up to Yuan.

In the span of a few steps, the turmoil in Gu Lan’s body slowly calmed down; the cold autumn rain extinguished the bloodlust in her eyes.

She moved to the unconscious Yuan, extended her foot, and kicked him.

No response.

She kicked again, but still got no response.

Weren’t they engaged in a friendly martial exchange between men? Why did he suddenly pass out?

Gu Lan recalled Yuan’s strange behavior during their fight and wondered if he was practicing some evil technique and had gone astray.

She hesitated for two seconds, squatted down beside him, and reached out to brush aside the wet, scattered hair from his forehead.

The man lying in the rain, his eyes tightly closed, sweat covering his head, lips thin and pressed together like a knife edge, unaffected by the rain splashing on his face.

His face was resolute and solemn, that very day during the porridge distribution, he was the brother of the little girl named Wei Lan.

Back then, Wei Lan called him "Brother Yuan," it seems the young lady was unclear, probably meant Brother Yuan.

Consort Qian’s lover?

Brother of a little refugee?

A guard with military experience?

A sandbag from the heavens with strong inner strength but unable to use it?

Gu Lan liked the last title.

She sealed Yuan’s acupoints and fed him a knockout drug, effortlessly carrying him back to her room.

Before returning to Step Lotus Hall, Gu Lan took a peek in the side room and saw You’er, Zijin, and several other maids, seemingly drugged, sleeping neatly on their respective beds, safe and sound.

Meanwhile, her room was awash with blood.

Including Yuan, there were seven assassins in total, leaving four corpses, one trying to escape with a broken leg, and one unconscious.

Gu Lan furrowed her brows, ignoring the corpses, and first sealed the mute acupoint of the masked man with a broken leg, then found a rope to tie the two living ones to the beam in the center of the room.

As for Yuan, he wouldn’t wake up anytime soon; she even feared he might not wake up ever again, blaming her for it.

Gu Lan didn’t even lift the mask of the assassin, and with a cold expression, looked at the man with a broken leg, performing procedures as she asked, "Speak, who sent you?"

The man with a broken leg spat, stiffened his neck, saying nothing, appearing very dignified.

Gu Lan slightly frowned, picked up a dagger from the ground, and plunged it down to wake the unconscious man, asking word for word:

"Speak, who sent you."

This person endured the pain, glaring angrily at Gu Lan: "Waste Young Master Gu, everyone wants to kill him! Kill me, I won’t tell you anything!"

Gu Lan: ...Curious, why would he want her to kill him.

For a moment, she didn’t understand why this person would use an honorific while insulting her.

Her hand shook, the knife slipped, slicing across the person’s throat.

Blood sprayed out at once, Gu Lan hurriedly jumped to dodge, but still, blood spots flew onto her clean hem.

She turned her head, looked at the man with a broken leg expressionlessly.

The black hair dripped with water on a face of elegant quietness, appearing slightly pale, eyes cold and indifferent, yet particularly terrifying.

Hadn’t she just fulfilled this person’s wish to be killed by her, why did the man with the broken leg look at her so fearfully?

Gu Lan forced herself to ignore the bloodstains on her hem, patiently, yet perfunctorily asked again: "Speak or not? Or I’ll send you to join him."

"..." The man with a broken leg widened his eyes, frantically nodding and shaking and struggling, as if suddenly going crazy.

She watched him for a while, suddenly realizing, she forgot to unlock his mute acupoint...

"Sorry, you can speak now." Gu Lan awkwardly unlocked the acupoint.

The man with a broken leg swallowed saliva, looking at her with terror.

Why does he feel Young Master Gu would rather kill him with a knife than interrogate him to find out who ordered him?

"I..."

"Make it brief, less nonsense." Gu Lan impatiently urged.

"I’ll speak, I’ll speak, it was Young Master Qian Zhao who sent us! He, he is Second Prince’s cousin, because you beat up the Second Prince at the Imperial Family the other day, he wants to vent his anger for the Noble Consort and Second Prince! We, seven in total! Nowadays, all here."