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

Chapter 430 - 321: Admission (Part 3)

A few days later, Rong Jing finally announced to the public the news that the Third Prince had died from sudden illness due to overwhelming grief over the former Emperor’s passing.

Although Rong Jing just said that Rong Jue should hold Su Zhixue accountable for his death, he and Rong Jue’s death are definitely not unrelated!

"I did so much, but I spared Rong Heng... I only wanted him to obey! But with you around, he can never be obedient. Gu Lan, do you think if Rong Heng saw the person he loved bowing at my feet, maybe this time, he would comply."

Rong Jing murmured as if talking in his sleep.

He walked up to Gu Lan, and the three dark shadows behind him also stepped forward, protectively flanking him.

Gu Lan lowered her head once again, ignoring Rong Jing’s madness.

Next... can Rong Jing say a few words less, or has he been Emperor for so long without someone to confide in that he turned me into his tree hollow to rant?

There are so many ways to torment people, yet he chose the Heart-devouring Incense, fast-tracking the progress bar to the end—

Nothing hurts more than this, so other torture methods can’t be used for now.

"But now it seems, both you and Rong Heng are untamable, wild beings, but that’s fine, because I enjoy challenges,"

Rong Jing didn’t care whether Gu Lan responded or not. He squatted down, his slender fingers gently lifting Gu Lan’s chin, his breath cold, softly whispering:

"Wu dislikes women, yet I never thought he became... does he like your face?"

This was the first time since learning of Rong Heng’s betrayal that Rong Jing called back the name "Wu".

"Whatever you think, it’s whatever. Since you don’t dare to disfigure your face, then there’s no need to make threats," Gu Lan said painfully.

Rong Jing hoped to use himself to threaten Rong Heng and the Marquis Gu, under this premise, many things he couldn’t do.

"You—" Rong Jing gasped for breath, thinking he was already furious with Gu Lan, but Gu Lan always had a way to take it a step further.

"I told you about Su Xinyu’s matter, now you can tell me the reason."

Gu Lan blinked, completely oblivious to how infuriating her tone was, or perhaps she didn’t care if her words further enraged him.

She wanted to know why he was sure about the relationship between Rong Heng and herself.

Gu Lan had a pair of clear black and white eyes, clean and sharp, as if nothing could ever make her feel confused or lost.

Even now, though her forehead throbbed with veins, face pale from pain, her delicate and pretty features twisted, Rong Jing was still bewitched by her eyes.

Those eyes,

he seemed to have seen them somewhere before.

Rong Jing raised his hand, and a dark figure placed the prepared seductive incense tube into his hand. He opened it and placed it close to Gu Lan’s nose, then stepped back.

"Told you so much, saying a couple more words wouldn’t hurt..."

The man before Gu Lan started to blur.

The thin line around her waist still emitted a scent that kept her conscious. Gu Lan bit through her tongue, swallowing the blood but her gaze grew hazy.

She heard Rong Jing’s final words and willingly relaxed her mind, closing her eyes.

"Because, Zichan."

"Zichan?" Gu Lan murmured, "What’s so strange about that..."

All who heard this name would only think her guard’s name was Zishan.

"He must truly love you to tell you this unknown character," Rong Jing finally said.

Gu Lan’s lips curled, falling into darkness.

So that’s how it is...

Rong Jing concluded that the masked guard by her side was Rong Heng, confident of Rong Heng’s feelings for her because he secretly learned Rong Heng’s style name, never publicized.

Rong Heng had said before, she was the only one in the world who knew the former Emperor’s Fifth Prince Rong Heng’s style name, Zichan.

He wouldn’t lie to her.

Which means he was unaware that Rong Jing knew this.

Chan, aside from its Buddhist meaning, read as "shan," representing worshipping heaven, offering sacrifices, Fengchan...

The former Emperor never publicly announced this style name, perhaps never got the chance, or maybe he knew what it truly symbolized and the great upheaval it would bring to Crown Prince Rong Jing.

Just this reason... and not because Miaoyan or someone leaked or betrayed her, that’s good.

Having confirmed this, Gu Lan felt at ease, peacefully drifting to sleep.

"The Heart-devouring Incense didn’t make you plead for mercy, still, Rong Heng likes this?"

Rong Jing discarded the seductive incense tube, turned to shut the incense burner’s top outlet, looking at the unconscious Gu Lan lying on the ground, his dark narrow eyes filled with complexity.

"If that day, I hadn’t heard those two words, would everything be different?"