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

Chapter 435 - 323: Young Master Gu’s Routine Life (Part 2)

She seems to know where this place is.

Fortunately, the cloak Gu Lan wore was not thin, and with her martial arts skills, she could still endure this temperature.

But she didn’t know how long Rong Jing planned to keep her trapped.

Gu Lan rubbed her eyes as she walked to the door, trying to push the wooden door with force. From the crack, it was clear the door was locked. The iron lock was heavy, the wooden boards were thick, and even if she could break them, it would take time and surely make noise, alerting the guard outside.

The window of this room was even more impossible to open from the inside. Gu Lan pushed hard, and the window paper and wooden frame shattered, revealing a layer of crisscrossed wooden bars, fastened solidly.

Through the interwoven gaps between the bars, Gu Lan glimpsed the pitch-black night and the courtyard bathed in bright moonlight.

It was a shabby, narrow courtyard, and she was locked inside the room at its center.

She perked up her ears and listened carefully. After a long while, she was sure there was no one outside the room, but there were guards posted at the courtyard entrance, and patrols outside the courtyard.

Gu Lan glanced at the flickering lantern and simply extinguished it, plunging the room into darkness.

Faint glimmers of light from the moon and stars seeped in through the wooden cracks. Listening closely, a nightingale’s cheerful chirping was quite melodious.

She lay on the cold, hard bed, one arm bent as a pillow behind her head, the other reaching out to catch a strand of moonlight in her palm.

In the chilly autumn night, a cool breeze carried fallen leaves across the courtyard’s stone steps, with an angled moon illuminating the serene night.

Gu Lan caught the familiar scent she liked, one that belonged to Rong Heng.

In the days before she met Rong Heng, how many nights had that young man lain similarly on this cold, hard bed, lulled to sleep by the night breeze and moonlight?

The teapot and cups were things Rong Heng once used, the bed’s worn but clean thin mattress, in the air, a faint scent of medicine lingered.

This place was the Imperial Court.

A gathering place for guilty members of the Imperial Family and the lowest-ranked Palace Attendants.

This was the room Rong Heng had once lived in.

Gu Lan couldn’t be sure what Rong Jing intended, but locking her in the Imperial Court was indeed unexpected.

Had he gone mad again, showing great compassion by letting her see things that reminded her of Rong Heng to ease her longing for him?

Gu Lan couldn’t figure out what Rong Jing wanted to do, but with the faint presence of Rong Heng’s scent, she quickly drifted into a dream. Though the bed was hard, she had a delightful dream throughout the night.

By the time she awoke the next day, daylight had brightened the room, and the warm autumn sun streamed through the gaps in the wooden bars, enveloping the entire room in warmth.

Gu Lan stretched leisurely, peering out through the gaps.

The dilapidated courtyard, covered in parasol leaves, was empty of people, but her extraordinary vision allowed her to spot the hem of a guard’s clothing at the door.

She counted the fallen leaves, and when the whole day passed, she used the last bit of clear water in the teapot to moisten her throat.

Did Rong Jing intend to starve her to death? No, he wouldn’t let her die.

If he intended to tame her like prey, he should confine her in a closed space without sunlight, inducing claustrophobia. At worst, it should be a dungeon.

What did this count as?

Gu Lan shook her head, lazily watching the moonlight filtering through the cracks, her expression still relaxed.

This was a place where Rong Heng had stayed, so she wasn’t scared at all.

The only thing she was dissatisfied with was that when Rong Heng moved, he was too thorough... She even suspected the chamber pot in the bathroom was something Rong Jing graciously prepared for her—because that pot was new, so new that Brother Hang would surely have taken it to Xiaoxiang Palace and wouldn’t have left it in the Imperial Court.

Suddenly, Gu Lan felt an unusual silence around her.

The next moment, her expression changed. She rolled off the bed swiftly, stifling a cry of pain.

The familiar scent of Heart-devouring Incense wafted into the room through the gaps in all directions, bringing excruciating pain.

She was so tired,

some people acted as if they were in agony and lively, rolling around all day without eating.

"Rong Jing," Gu Lan raised her head, looking toward the faintly visible figure in the golden dragon robe outside the door. Her temples throbbed with blue veins as she roared hysterically, "If you have the guts, just kill me... or did you ever do this to Rong Heng!?"

Her eyes, hidden in the dimness, were unusually calm, yet deep inside, they harbored a profound intent to kill.

She could withstand Heart-devouring Incense because she had received corresponding training, but what about Rong Heng? If Rong Jing had done the same to him, then she no longer wished to seek any truth. She only wanted to kill Rong Jing...