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

The Young Master Gu chuckled seductively, "I was wrong."

Miaoyan gasped. She finally understood that before, Gu Lan had been a gentleman, gentle and restrained towards her. But now that she let herself be free...this woman was truly too presumptuous!

"Hiss—that’s really not... a suitable place. I, Rong Miaoyan, always keep my word. I will definitely try my best to rescue you, and when you’re out, you must confess everything honestly to me." Miaoyan tried to maintain a serious demeanor.

"Alright."

From Gu Lan’s perspective, Princess Ning’an, who was holding her waist and refusing to let go, was pouting at her, elegantly blushing, her thick eyelashes quivering, making her even more charming and enticing.

Gu Lan found herself surprisingly unopposed to Miaoyan’s intimate embrace. She caressed Miaoyan’s soft black hair, resisting the urge to move her waist and scare her silly.

If she moved now,

Miaoyan might actually kill her.

"Indeed, the princess is beautiful, kind-hearted, and benevolent. I am eternally grateful to Your Highness for your great kindness."

"Stop being so glib. If you have the guts, make a lifelong commitment."

"It’s not impossible..."

Miaoyan reluctantly held back her tears, placing a hand on the edge of the bed, suddenly realizing how cold and hard it felt.

It was early winter; Gu Lan was on her period and was trapped in such a cold place. How could her body endure it...

Seeing Miaoyan’s expression, Gu Lan knew what she was thinking. She quickly patted her on the back as if soothing a child, "I am highly skilled in martial arts, remember? I can use my inner strength to ward off the cold."

Miaoyan bit her red lips, her eyes slightly narrowing, as she remembered something, giving a bitter smile and her eyes filled with disappointment:

"How could the Emperor treat you like this? How can he do such things to an innocent person..... Gu Lan, he truly wants to force a rebellion out of you and Uncle Wu. I didn’t even realize when my father turned into such a person. No, he’s no longer my father; he’s just a man seated on the throne."

Gu Lan squinted her eyes. Miaoyan’s abnormal behavior made her realize that something she was unaware of had happened in the last few days, and it was related to Rong Jing.

She held Miaoyan’s soft, boneless hand, feeling the coldness in the girl’s palm.

"I’ve been detained without any news these days. If you’re willing, you can tell me about the current situation in the court. If not, it’s alright." Gu Lan’s tone was calm; she would never force Miaoyan.

"Okay." Miaoyan responded in a daze, nodding without hesitation.

Just as she was about to speak, Gu Lan suddenly raised her index and middle fingers to her lips, stopping her:

"Miaoyan, now... it’s Rong Jing pushing me. Are you really determined to tell me all these things?"

Rong Jing is forcing her and Rong Heng; they have become outright enemies. Would Miaoyan really stand against Rong Jing? This was the implication Gu Lan did not voice.

Miaoyan seemed not to hear her words, pulled down Gu Lan’s fingers, and began recounting in a trembling voice:

"The head of the imperial guard, Song Zhi, has surrounded the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion for fifteen days now, today being the sixteenth. The Minister of Rites, Gu Chengye, claimed illness and has not attended court, along with the Assistant Minister of Rites, Gu Changting, who also remains at home. Prime Minister Lu Bingxin repeatedly petitioned the Emperor to withdraw the imperial guard from the mansion.

Five days ago, many citizens in the capital knelt outside Xuanwu Gate, pleading for Prince Xiang and the Marquis Mansion, but the Emperor obstinately refused to listen and instead... executed the two elderly leaders.

As for others in court, there are those pleading for the Marquis Mansion but hardly anyone speaks for Prince Xiang. Han Ande and Fan Hongyan are stabilizing the court, while Prince Xiang and Dingyuan Marquis haven’t shown any movement, except for Prince Xiang submitting a memorandum about Wei Junzhuo of Wei Country’s strangeness fifteen days ago. Three days ago, Old Madam Gu led the household soldiers to confront the imperial guards, demanding to see you, but to no avail."

Miaoyan, initially speaking with a hint of sob in her tone, gradually became calm. By the end, her eyes were once again flickering with tears, cold and sorrowful, with a trace of painful hatred.

"The news from the Marquis Mansion has only just reached the Southern Border, and it seems Wei Junzhuo is indeed planning to raise an army again and that’s why he suddenly rushed back." Gu Lan said.

Miaoyan’s expression shifted: "Wei Junzhuo is raising an army? Then Rong Heng..."

Gu Lan reassured her: "I trust he knows how to prioritize, and you should have faith in the soldiers at Dayan’s border."

Everything was almost as she expected, except for Lu Bingxin speaking up for the Gu Family, and Rong Jing... actually killed innocent civilians.

A dark gleam flashed in Gu Lan’s eyes.