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

Rong Miaoyan immediately jumped a few feet away: "Pah pah pah, Gu Lan, you’re disgusting!"

"Mm, so please don’t cry anymore," Young Master Gu said gently, making a heart shape with his hands. "Your Highness’s tears have broken my heart."

Rong Miaoyan: "Hearing that makes me feel even more disgusted."

"Oh, how could it be?" Young Master Gu threw her a flirtatious wink.

"..."

"After you saw Cheng Yu last night, you guessed I would come today. Gu Lan, you’re just taking advantage of my concern for you, aren’t you!"

After a while, Rong Miaoyan calmed down and realized why Gu Lan wasn’t surprised to see her at all.

She sat on the chair with resentment, her voice full of shame and anger, and the more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt.

Gu Lan really had her wrapped around his little finger! It infuriated her to no end!

Gu Lan’s smile was gentle and soothing as he nodded, then sat pitifully at the corner of the bed: "I knew if Miaoyan found me, she wouldn’t bear to let me suffer even a moment."

Indeed, she had guessed yesterday that Miaoyan would come to the Imperial Court today. Cheng Yu had been transferred here three days ago, and his appearance last night indicated Miaoyan had confirmed Gu Lan’s location. Knowing her, she would definitely come to find him immediately.

Rong Miaoyan clenched her teeth, her cheeks flushed like ripe, pink peaches, yet she was helpless against Gu Lan. She could only retort sarcastically:

"Suffering? You look perfectly fine, quite lively even, considering you haven’t bathed in a while."

"Now that you’re here, I’m not suffering anymore." Young Master Gu was internally cringing at his own words, but outwardly remained calm.

Rong Miaoyan put on a stern face and finally took a closer look around, and what she saw left her momentarily stunned.

——A drafty window, a room without a brazier, cold dry rations on the table, a broken teapot... and a slender young figure sitting with hands on knees, appearing obedient yet pale, lips lacking color—a young woman, not a young man.

She truly had suffered a lot.

Rong Miaoyan bit her lip, the delicate skin yielding a faint taste of blood.

She couldn’t help but clutch her cloak tighter, then regained her composure a moment later, coldly removing the warm cloak and tossing it onto Young Master Gu’s face.

"Put something on."

The fragrance and warmth from the cloak enveloped Gu Lan’s head.

"Pft—what a way to phrase it, as if something happened between us." Gu Lan peered out from the cloak, blinking warmly at her with a charming smile.

Rong Miaoyan was momentarily dazed; she refused to admit that knowing Gu Lan was a woman made her think she was even more attractive!

In the past, she would never casually throw her clothing to a man—even if that man were Gu Lan... but Gu Lan was now a woman—could she perhaps do even more?

With that thought, Miaoyan’s serene eyes deepened, their expression growing excited.

Gu Lan appeared willing to let her do as she pleased. Miaoyan, face stern, set the heater she brought onto the table with a loud "clunk."

Cheng Yu quickly handed over the heater he was holding: "Princess, it’s chilly at night, please take care."

"I’m so furious, I’m not cold at all!"

Rong Miaoyan stood up, gave Gu Lan a mischievous smile.

She moved gracefully to Gu Lan’s side, sat down without hesitation, and then... patted the firm chest of Young Master Gu.

Gu Lan: "..."

Fine, she was in the wrong, Miaoyan could do whatever she wanted.

"Uh... shall I go outside for a bit?" Cheng Yu turned away, his fair face flushing deep red.

Even if they were both women, and he was a eunuch, the scene was somewhat shocking for him.

Miaoyan said, "The four outside have all been bribed by me, where would you go—"

She paused, eyebrows knit with confusion: "Gu Lan... where’s your chest?"

Gu Lan: "?"

She twitched her lips, gently holding Miaoyan’s wandering hand: "Don’t make trouble."

Miaoyan blushed and struggled, mumbling: "I’ve long wanted to do this, hmph, now I can openly betray Rong Heng..."

"Princess, your thoughts are quite dangerous, but... I must say, it’s very thrilling, very tempting." Young Master Gu pondered the scenario, feeling nearly swayed.

Cheng Yu stumbled, feeling like a dog peacefully walking the street, suddenly kicked from behind.

After a while, with Gu Lan’s pure, bright gaze locked onto her, Miaoyan shifted from aimless roaming to hugging Gu Lan’s waist and pouted: "Don’t look at me like that, you deceived me, why act so pitifully..."