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

She was a woman, so of course she knew what that was.

Although Rong Miaoyan did not hear Meiduo’s words, Cheng Yu, beside her, had quickly relayed Meiduo’s description to her in the brief moment before entering the door.

Moreover, when Gu Lan saw her, she didn’t offer any explanation.

Rong Miaoyan’s intelligence and mind made her understand everything in an instant.

"Gu Lan," Rong Miaoyan called Gu Lan’s name.

Her eyes shimmered with a watery glow, and the tear mole at the corner of her eye accentuated her bright allure, while her long lashes trembled uncontrollably, her dark eyes like a tranquil lake.

"You are a woman."

Her voice was low, with a slightly magnetic huskiness, yet she repeated, word for word:

"You are a woman."

Both times, they were affirmative sentences.

Gu Lan knew that she didn’t need to explain anything; Rong Miaoyan had already... understood.

However, she still took a step forward, nodded, and admitted, "Yes, Miaoyan, I am a woman, I deceived you."

Rong Miaoyan stumbled for a moment, but thankfully Cheng Yu reacted quickly and caught her.

He worriedly supported the Princess, glancing at Gu Lan as if unintentionally, his gaze complex.

Miaoyan leaned on Cheng Yu’s arm for support, biting her lower lip hard, staring dazedly at Gu Lan, her gaze gradually becoming vacant.

The flickering orange lanterns illuminated the young girl’s handsome and graceful face, her eyes deep and clear, yet carrying a soft guilt, always looking so alluring.

Scenes from the past unfurled before Rong Miaoyan’s eyes.

There was the image of the young girl calmly persisting in saving someone during a storm;

when she gently gazed at herself, saying that if it were Miaoyan, she would believe her;

and the times they playfully teased each other, eating snacks in Maoqin Hall, and the moment when the young girl handed her a sugar figure, they even made dumplings together to celebrate Baoyi’s promotion... not yet two years, but it felt like they had known each other for a lifetime.

Rong Miaoyan lifted a snow-white, slender soft hand, looking silently at the fine lines in her palm, she somehow felt that without Gu Lan, there would be no her as she was now.

It was Gu Lan who made her realize that as a woman, besides living a life of loneliness in the deep palace, or becoming a pawn of the Imperial Family, marrying someone she didn’t love, there was another way to live, because Gu Lan, as the direct descendant of Dingyuan Marquis, dared to defy her predetermined fate;

she walked ahead, like a light that would never extinguish, guiding her to strive to become the legendary princess others spoke of.

It was also that young girl who saved her mother, accompanying her when she was most lonely and helpless, while she soaked her shoulder with tears.

Gu Lan would seriously instruct Zisu to take care of her after she got drunk...

The seemingly arrogant and unruly Young Master Gu, when treating girls, always showed undisguised favoritism.

It turns out, she was a woman just like herself; she thought she had become extraordinary, different from ordinary women, but didn’t realize that someone had long walked far ahead of her.

Rong Miaoyan bit her lip so hard it almost bled, and Gu Lan gently said, "Be gentle, if your lips break it won’t look good."

Rong Miaoyan’s eyes stung, and a tear escaped her eye.

She released her lips, lifted her sleeve, and haphazardly wiped her tears.

Gu Lan didn’t have a clean handkerchief for Miaoyan, so she silently looked at Cheng Yu.

Cheng Yu understood instantly and quickly offered a silk handkerchief to Miaoyan.

The exchange of glances between them was fully seen by the tearful Rong Miaoyan.

She felt even more like crying; she really disliked Gu Lan, but she disliked herself even more... because despite Gu Lan having deceived her, why did she still like her so much?

Thinking this way, Rong Heng and she were not in that kind of relationship, but truly... Gu Lan liked men because she herself was a woman.

Rong Miaoyan thought, perhaps later Gu Lan grew to like Wu, but even so, she would still stand unhesitatingly on her and Baoyi’s side, partial to girls.

Before her eyes, Gu Lan on that chestnut horse called "Hong", clad in white, pointed her sword at the disrespectful Rong Qichun, with a gentle smile aimed her way.

That young girl, how wonderful she was.

Gu Lan was a woman, but it didn’t change the fact that she was still the kindest person Rong Miaoyan had ever met.

Oh yes, that horse Hong was a mare, was Gu Lan hinting at something then!