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

Chapter 428 - 321: Admission

With the thunderous sound of the palace door shutting, Gu Lan trembled and raised her head: "Rong Jing, are you so confident that the Heart-devouring Incense can completely incapacitate someone?"

After all, the Heart-devouring Incense only paralyzes with pain. Some people are naturally insensitive to pain, while others have strong wills and can overcome the pain to suddenly strike.

Rong Jing looked at her, picked up the incense picking tongs, and added more Heart-devouring Incense into the incense burner.

The entire hall was instantly filled with thick blue-white smoke, which even obstructed one’s vision.

Gu Lan suddenly coughed, her head drooping powerlessly, her face seemingly even paler.

Rong Jing coldly sneered and softly retorted: "Do you really think I would actually put myself at risk by staying here with you?"

As his voice fell, three figures dressed in black, with black masks stepped out from behind the enormous screen.

The three figures emanated a strong scent of blood, their breaths steady and comparable to the four red-robed eunuchs outside the hall, an expert level but unable to match Gu Lan.

They did not wear any anti-poison sachets, their eyes were blank, as if they were soulless puppets.

"Hidden Guards? You don’t even trust Zhang Fengcai, yet you let three people hear about your background." Gu Lan’s voice was hoarse, carrying a tinge of mockery.

She had just deliberately exposed Rong Jing’s non-royal bloodline in Zhang Fengcai’s presence, and Rong Jing actually tolerated it without immediately silencing Zhang Fengcai.

Only the dead can forever keep secrets.

Maybe Zhang Fengcai can survive... perhaps Rong Jing’s conscience suddenly awoke.

Rong Jing sat on the white jade seat behind the incense burner, spreading his arms arrogantly:

"More loyal than Hidden Guards are these emotionless Death Warriors... all three have been raised with the Heart-devouring Incense from a young age, long having lost any human emotions, only obedient to my orders. Their martial arts may not be as good as yours, but do you really dare to act, can you truly still move?

Gu Lan, I truly cannot kill you yet, but if you dare to harm me, you, Gu Chengye, Gu Changting, and the entire Dingyuan Marquis Mansion will not see tomorrow’s sun!"

Gu Lan’s gaze swept over the masked faces of the three, whose dull gray eyes resembled those of the broken killing machines in past organizations.

No wonder Rong Jing even drove Zhang Fengcai out but was not afraid of those three hearing about his background.

"In that case, when can you let Gu Chengye and Gu Changting return to the Marquis Mansion?"

Rong Jing’s lips curled blood-red: "Anytime, the Gu siblings are my right-hand ministers; how could I harm them?"

Gu Lan slightly smiled, her eyes still lowered, saying nothing more.

"Now that there are no outsiders here, you should tell me," Rong Jing asked word by word, "how did you learn about Xie Xu’s matter? Besides you, who else knows?"

Gu Lan lowered her eyes, her voice hoarse and deep: "I’m more interested to know how you are sure that I and Rong Heng... are homosexual."

Rong Jing’s previously calm countenance twisted hideously upon hearing Gu Lan’s last four words.

He suddenly drew the sharp sword hanging on the nearby wall, a cold flash flickered, and the blade was already placed across Gu Lan’s slender neck.

The young person before him trembled all over due to the Heart-devouring Incense, meeting the blade without him needing to move, seemingly oblivious to the pain.

The blade cut through the youth’s snow-white skin, a trickle of blood dripped along the bright sword, and it seemed just an inch more would sever her throat.

Indeed, subjected to the Heart-devouring Incense, such pain can suppress any other physical agony and make one utterly unable to control their body.

Rong Jing cast aside the sword, suddenly exhaling, and said dazedly:

"Gu Lan, you are the person in this world who knows best how to provoke me."

Gu Lan dealt a final heavy blow: "Thanks for the compliment, let me be frank then, it was Su Xinyu who, before dying, told me about Xie Xu and her, and... you and Xie Yun really look alike."

She unhesitatingly pinned it on the deceased Empress Dowager Su, someone to whom Rong Jing could no longer seek confirmation.

"Su Xinyu? So it was her... hahahaha, this is my mother... even in death, she wouldn’t let me go, dragging me down."

Rong Jing murmured her name and suddenly burst into wild laughter, the mad laughter interwoven with a sense of despairing sorrow.