I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!

Chapter 427 - 320: Provocation (Part 3)

Although this body is not her past self, indeed it hurts when she encounters something she hasn’t experienced, but she can quickly adapt to everything mentally. Most importantly, Rong Jing does not dare to truly torture her to death, so he wouldn’t go all out.

"Just because I can’t kill you now doesn’t mean I can’t later," Rong Jing whispered, "when Gu Chengzhao can no longer resist deploying troops, I will use your head to consecrate the flag!"

He stared at Gu Lan, suddenly becoming interested in this young man.

Rong Jing truly wanted to know, when he sends her head to Gu Chengzhao or Rong Heng, what would their expressions be?

Gu Lan gathered pieces of a fan from the ground in her palm, curled her lips into a smile, lifted her head, and locked eyes with Rong Jing’s enchanted gaze, softly saying:

"This fan was the first gift my mother gave me. You destroyed it. Is it because you have no mother? Do you envy me because you have no father? It’s because your father is not the former Emperor but Xie Xu, who can never see the light of day, so you want to destroy Rong Heng? What did he do wrong?"

As Gu Lan spoke, her teeth bit down hard, breaking her lip, and a streak of blood seeped out, dripping onto the blue-gold floor.

Rong Jing’s initially cold, gloomy expression twisted with Gu Lan’s words, his anger staining his eyes red.

As he nearly couldn’t resist wanting to wrench off Gu Lan’s throat, he heard her last words.

Xie Xu...

That person, is Rong Jing’s deepest, most unbearable secret.

The number of people who know of this, in this world, can be counted on one hand.

How does Gu Lan know!?

The fury in his eyes receded like a tide, while his heart was a stormy sea.

For a moment, the hall became quiet, only Gu Lan’s heavy breaths could be heard.

"Pa!"

The sound of jade being crushed broke the silence, strikingly clear in the desolate hall.

Rong Jing suddenly turned his head, his cold eyes tinged with blood fell upon Zhang Fengcai, his gaze shifting down—

It was Zhang Fengcai, shocked by Gu Lan’s words, who involuntarily retreated two steps, stepping on the shattered Xiu jade fragments.

Facing Rong Jing’s murderous gaze, at that moment, Zhang Fengcai was soaked in cold sweat.

He was even more terrified than when Rong Jing had cut off his arm.

Zhang Fengcai instantly realized, Gu Lan did it deliberately!

She purposely mentioned this matter in front of him. Whether what she said was true or not, it was a secret he shouldn’t have heard!

"Young Master Gu, what nonsense are you talking about!"

At the critical moment, Zhang Fengcai regained his voice and loudly questioned.

His tone was sharp and harsh, bringing Rong back to his senses.

The man with frosted temples and who had already lost an arm, this eunuch who grew up with him would never betray him.

Rong Jing, with his last shred of reason, shouted: "Get out."

Zhang Fengcai let out a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had walked through the gates of hell.

Having regained his life, Zhang Fengcai hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, Young Master Gu is highly skilled in martial arts, you can’t be alone with her, let me stay by your side to protect you."

Rong Jing stared expressionlessly at Zhang Fengcai, stepped past him, and walked to the door of Yongming Palace’s grand hall.

As he pressed a mechanism on the wall, the door slowly opened, outside still stood the four red-robed eunuchs—they hadn’t heard anything, they looked at Rong Jing and Zhang Fengcai with respect.

Zhang Fengcai didn’t know what Rong Jing intended to do, instinctively followed him.

"Ah!"

Next moment, an odd cold scent accompanied by excruciating pain into his brain, Zhang Fengcai uncontrollably fell to the ground, letting out a miserable scream.

With a "Bang", he was already kicked outside the door by Rong Jing.

Lin He quickly helped Zhang Fengcai up, wanted to ask something, but withheld seeing the scene inside the hall.

The hall door closed again, Zhang Fengcai leaned against Lin He to stand, cold sweat pouring as he raised his head, due to the recent hit, his mind felt a stabbing pain, and his face was pallid.

"You, Your Majesty..."

Rong Jing lowered his eyes, hanging the sachet he had taken from Zhang Fengcai’s waist onto himself.

His icy, pale face peered through the soon-to-close hall door, his chilling voice fell:

"If it’s not safe, make it heavier...do you think she still has the strength to reach out to me."

Zhang Fengcai realized, the Emperor wants to make the concentration of Heart-devouring incense stronger in the hall, and when it gets thicker, even the Emperor, who became numb to this pain from childhood daily exposure, would need a sachet for relief...

Let alone Young Master Gu, who didn’t wear anything and never experienced such suffering.

In this way, he no longer need worry for the Emperor’s safety.