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

Chapter 448 - 320: Something’s Off_3

Gu Lan could only cooperate and pretend to be spiritually drained, closing her eyes and spacing out. Initially, she could still feel the slight pain brought by the Heart-devouring Incense. Now, she needed to smell the scent to perform, as the incense had completely lost its effect on her.

In the middle, Rong Jing even amusingly asked her to guess where they were. Upon discovering that Gu Lan had already guessed it was the Imperial Court, he angrily flicked his sleeves and left.

"He gets angry too easily, feels like he could go mad anytime." Gu Lan recalled Rong Jing’s icy, pale face, unable to help but think.

She tilted her head, her gaze falling on the dilapidated wooden door, memories drifting back to the night two days ago.

The day before yesterday, Gu Lan suddenly found herself bored and tried to knock on the door in the middle of the night.

The sound of the hand warmer hitting the hardwood was exceptionally clear at midnight, with wood splinters flying. Gu Lan even felt that half the Imperial Palace echoed with the "thud, thud, thud, crack, crack, crack" sound.

After a cup of tea’s time, her tool of crime, that copper hand warmer, was confiscated by the suddenly appearing Inner Supervision.

The people monitoring her considered her martial arts, first using a Heart-devouring Incense, then a tube of knockout incense. Gu Lan pretended to faint, counting each batch’s arrival speed.

——The guards stationed outside the courtyard were only four, all sound asleep, slowly arriving after hearing the noise.

But outside the perimeter, every incense stick time, a team of twenty to thirty imperial guards would patrol past. These people don’t rest day or night. Once they’re alarmed, the imperial guards near the Imperial Court would immediately appear.

Then there were several eunuchs from the Inner Supervision hidden in the dark, led by one of the four red-robed eunuchs who brought her into the palace and had taken liberties with Meiduo.

Gu Lan knew that his name was pronounced "Zhongliang," but didn’t know the exact characters, the Commander in Inner Supervision parallel in rank with Lin He.

Aside from them, she hadn’t seen any other familiar faces.

Though Lin He was one of the commanders of the Inner Supervision, secretly planted in the palace by Crow Building, he was usually busy, making it difficult for Gu Lan to see him.

Moreover, she had already given the Crow Order to Meiduo, and Rong Jing had secretly imprisoned her in the Imperial Court, possibly keeping it from Zhang Fengcai.

And that night, Zhongliang, who came to find Gu Lan daring to knock on the door, glared at her with eyes ablaze and raised the knife in his hand.

The next moment, upon learning Gu Lan was banging on the door, Rong Jing rushed to the Imperial Court late at night.

"Gu Lan, what are you trying to do?" The man seemed just awakened, his face pale, peach blossom eyes overshadowed and cold, full of angry morning temper.

"Let me out!"

Gu Lan’s tone was low, as if on the brink of collapse, separated by wooden panels, Rong Jing couldn’t see her bright eyes.

He sneered coldly, but ultimately only instructed the guards that Gu Lan would miss breakfast that day... lunch and dinner remained unchanged.

After that night’s commotion, she didn’t believe Lin He hadn’t heard the noise. He could probably guess she was being held here, waiting to see if Rong Jing would realize and move her elsewhere.

Rong Jing was in no rush, Gu Lan knew why he wasn’t.

Back when Marquis Gu eradicated the Royal Court, such a big event, it took half a month for the victory news to reach the Capital City. Separated by mountains and waters, Rong Jing was waiting for news of trouble at the Marquis Mansion to reach Marquis Gu’s ears, and then observe his reaction.

Thus, Gu Lan’s solitary, regular days were fulfilled in such a manner. She sat half-eyed, bored, gazing at the dust in a daze.

Today... felt a bit off.

She couldn’t quite pinpoint what was off, biting into a candied fruit, her mood somewhat low.

From the sun’s peak to the moon’s spill, Gu Lan maintained virtually the same position on her bed the whole time, motionless, without drinking a drop of water on the table.

Night deepened, the room enveloped in silence. Gu Lan sat up with no intention of lighting a lamp.

Silver moonlight, like solidified water, reflected off her pale and transparent face.

The night air was cold; it was winter, and Rong Jing hadn’t prepared any charcoal for her.

Gu Lan twitched her lips, finally realizing where the uneasy feeling stemmed from.

She pulled off her belt, relieving herself from the bind, an ache from her abdomen causing her brows to furrow involuntarily.

——Her menstrual cycle had begun.

Oddly enough, it was usually around this time each month, but her schedule was perpetually irregular. Gu Lan never paid much attention, not expecting...

Gu Lan scratched at the door, wanting to yell at Rong Jing, tell him,

just kill her instead.

Gu Lan took a deep breath, her expression extremely unpleasant.

She now had two choices: one, tear a piece of her clothing as a makeshift "blood stopper," the other, directly call the guards outside the yard and confess her identity.

At this point, a faint sound came from outside the door.