I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 89 - 73: Three Things That Must Be Said, Parts 2 and 3

Chapter 89: Chapter 73: Three Things That Must Be Said, Parts 2 and 3

Fortunately, Consort Qian did not stop him from leaving. With a few agile leaps, Wei Chengyuan disappeared into the night.

Consort Qian gazed into the thick night, her brow slightly furrowed, and immediately called a trusted aide over, instructing, "Follow Yuan. I just want to know where he’s been going these days."

"Yes!"

Then, she summoned her personal maid Zisu, her voice carrying a murderous intent, "Have someone quietly eliminate that Guard Wang. He knows too much."

Once everything returned to silence, a trace of desolation flashed in Qian Ruohua’s eyes.

"Yuan, in fact, I have already seen through that code, but you have forgotten me."

The desolation gradually turned to resolve, and she spoke each word deliberately, "Then you’ll never want to know who you are."

*

The night passed, and as Gu Lan walked into the Imperial Family, she immediately heard Han Xuan’er gossiping.

Ever since Gu Lan saved her during the flood, Han Xuan’er hadn’t targeted her anymore. However, her mouth was still very talkative, making Gu Lan feel that she was like Dayan’s mobile encyclopedia of gossip.

"Have you heard? A little eunuch from Xiaoxiang Palace died last night!"

"They say he died horribly, one fatal stab, dead with a sigh."

"I heard he was dismembered!"

"Wasn’t it a thousand cuts?"

Gu Lan was stunned, suddenly turning to look at Rong Heng, tears almost welling up: "Jiu died?"

Rong Baoyi, hearing Han Xuan’er’s words, was also shocked, eyes wide, looking at Rong Heng instinctively, waiting for his answer.

That day during the flood, it was Jiu, the little eunuch from Xiaoxiang Palace, who saved her and even covered her with dry clothes; she had always remembered that.

Unexpectedly... fate is unpredictable.

Rong Heng rolled his eyes, his voice indifferent, "Do I look like someone whose Jiu has died?"

That’s good then! Rong Baoyi slowly exhaled a sigh of relief.

Gu Lan raised her eyebrows, a flash of surprise in her eyes, "It was Little Fu who died, then that’s fine."

In Xiaoxiang Palace, there were only two eunuchs; since it wasn’t Jiu who died, it could only be the one watching them, Little Fu. She had long been annoyed by Little Fu and wondered which hero had helped her get rid of the problem.

Only then did she notice that Rong Heng was wearing the new clothes she had given him today.

It seemed her taste was great, and the fit was perfect.

The moon-white long robe embroidered with faint bamboo patterns was spotless, paired with the jade band on his forehead, the young man sat upright in the morning light, with black hair and black eyes, as ethereal as jade.

Gu Lan’s heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

How could Brother Hang be so good-looking?

She steadied herself and said, "In that case, Brother Hang, give Jiu a set of the clothes I gave you. He almost ’died,’ so pitiful."

Rong Heng’s dark eyes were indifferent, his tone slightly cold, "If you want to give, Young Master Gu can give it yourself."

He only had three sets of clothes in total, and Gu Lan wanted to give some to Jiu? Might as well not give it to him at all!

Alright then, Gu Lan helplessly agreed with a hum. It wasn’t her discriminating; if Jiu wanted to blame someone, let him blame his poor Highness.

At lunch, Xie Yun, as expected, called Young Master Gu out again.

This time, it was to ask about yesterday’s topic.

Having already prepared, Gu Lan answered fluently, and then received a new stack of questions and an afternoon of knowledge lectures.

Xie Yun’s teaching was simple and easy to understand, gentle and light, but to Gu Lan, it was like the endlessly flowing river, with an excellent hypnotic effect.

Afterward, she benefited greatly, her literary quality greatly improved, though possibly at the cost of half a year’s lifespan.

Gu Lan: Dogs or Xie Yun are dogs!

By evening, Young Master Gu sighed, once again carrying the questions, and went with Zijin to Xiaoxiang Palace.

This time, she didn’t bring clothes but two furnaces of charcoal.

Although it would still be some time before winter, Xiaoxiang Palace was indeed vast and cold. After Gu Lan mentioned to Madam Zhou that Xiefang Palace was cold, Dingyuan Marquis Mansion sent over a cart of charcoal the next day.

Gu Lan was copying articles, while Jiu and Zijin lit the copper wire stoves beside her, and the cold, empty palace immediately became warm.

Jiu looked at the charcoal stove, rubbing his hands, and said, "So warm, this charcoal doesn’t even produce smoke. Young Master Gu, you truly are beautiful and kind-hearted."

Rong Heng looked up from his book and glanced over, "It’s silver frost charcoal. Dingyuan Marquis Mansion is truly... wealthy."

Gu Lan wasn’t familiar with ancient charcoal types and casually asked, "What’s up with silver frost charcoal?"

Zijin explained, "One tael of silver frost for one tael of gold, though there is exaggeration, but just this small stove of silver frost charcoal can burn for an entire day and night."

Saying this, she glanced at Jiu, "Aren’t you a little eunuch raised in the palace? How do you not know about silver frost charcoal?"