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

Miaoyan involuntarily gripped Gu Lan’s hand, trying to draw some warmth from her:

"In times of national crisis, the soldiers fight and die for Dayan, yet the Emperor who resides in the Brocade Hall is actually harming loyal ministers and generals, maintaining the stability of the court and his own imperial position."

As an Emperor, killing innocent civilians was the reason why Miaoyan was completely disappointed with Rong Jing, this Emperor.

Gu Lan’s eyes deepened: "The civilians... they’re no longer dying, are they?"

"No, the people are scared now and no longer dare to kneel. Now everyone is waiting for the Emperor to ’find’ evidence of rebellion by the Marquis Mansion or Prince Xiang, waiting for the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion to become like the former Pingnan Marquis Mansion."

Miaoyan couldn’t help but emphasize certain words because she knew Rong Jing had no evidence. He simply wanted Gu Lan and Rong Heng to die of false accusations.

Ten years ago, when the Pingnan Marquis Mansion was convicted, she was still an ignorant child, only knowing to hate with everyone else the Pingnan Marquis Xiao Jing for his incompetence and collusion with the enemy leading to Yan’s defeat in Yinzhou, to hate the Xiao Family, and to hate Rong Heng, who was also just a child.

Now, she had witnessed firsthand what Rong Jing was doing — Rong Miaoyan couldn’t help but begin to suspect whether the Pingnan Marquis Mansion, like the current Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, was also wronged!?

Tears shimmered in Rong Miaoyan’s eyes as she spoke. As these events replayed in her mind, she became more and more certain of her suspicions.

Innocent killings, wrongful accusations against loyal ministers, disregarding the people... it was her father, and the former Emperor.

Miaoyan thought she couldn’t accept such a result, yet unexpectedly, after uttering these words, she actually felt a sense of relief.

Because deep down, she had long anticipated all of this.

The gentle and talented father she had imagined in her childhood was always just an illusion. Her father had ruined her mother’s life, and in his heart, she was merely an obedient and slightly more useful pawn; she had realized all these on the day she stepped into the Qianyuan Hall.

He was not a good father, nor a good husband, and now, not fit to be a wise ruler!

Rong Miaoyan and Gu Lan locked eyes, the silver frost-like moonlight and orange lamplight interweaving and dancing on the young girl’s gentle face, as she said:

"Gu Lan, I stand by you, not just because we are friends, but because the Emperor has already lost the people’s hearts and his sanity."

Five days ago, she had personally witnessed the miserable state of those two elders executed outside the Xuanwu Gate.

Rong Miaoyan’s nails dug into her palms, her breath becoming more rapid, her eyes a deep black, void of any light.

Since ancient times, cunning hares die and dogs are cooked for food — it has been quite common, but even cooking them requires a reason. The Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, with its century-long heritage and so many descendants who died for Dayan, even if their merits overshadowed the Emperor’s, and even if the court and officials were wary of them, they had no intentions of rebellion, at least not now;

And Rong Heng, though a Prince of Xiang, was a lone figure without offspring, so why would he rebel?

"The Emperor had no valid reason to move against you; I know his sudden actions might relate to your... personal affair with Rong Heng, but his reason doesn’t hold water to me! He is mad, wanting to eliminate all who do not submit to him for his own selfish gains, and this is not for Dayan, he has never thought about the soldiers and people of Dayan."

Rong Miaoyan with eyes filled with grievance and anger, her voice was strong and powerful.

Rong Jing is unworthy of being the Emperor of Dayan,

While she wishes to be a qualified Princess of Dayan.

Gu Lan, gazing at her, couldn’t hold back her own thoughts, blurting out: "What if it were you?"

"Wha-what?" Miaoyan was slightly stunned.

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened.

"If you were the Emperor, with the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion overshadowing the ruler, and Prince Xiang potentially harboring wild ambitions, what would you do?"

Gu Lan repeated.

Her words were like a fragmented spark igniting everything, suddenly setting ablaze a prairie fire within Rong Miaoyan’s heart.

The young maiden’s delicate and bright face turned abruptly pale, those already cold hands unconsciously contracted, pinching Gu Lan’s hands to an azure white color.

If it were anyone else asking her this question, she would surely kill that person.

But now, the one asking was Gu Lan.

She had never thought that a matter she had kept deep within, something almost impossible but carrying utmost temptation, would be brought forth by Gu Lan.

Baoyi was a woman, and Gu Lan too was a woman; they could become generals, lead troops into battle, uphold the state, so does it mean... she could also bear those responsibilities?

Rong Miaoyan couldn’t help but start contemplating Gu Lan’s words, her mind briefly blanked before forcefully stirring back into motion, her throat drying, making speech difficult.

Numerous thoughts surged into her mind, with various recollections rushing forth before her eyes.

Rong Miaoyan recalled a long time ago, the scene when she first stepped out of her palace of sixteen years, after assuming office.

She wore a veil, strolling leisurely through the streets of the Yan Capital.

The bustling people, vendors shouting for sales, the bustling crowd — what a wonderful Yan Country it was.

She would devote her entire life, in pursuit of such a... peaceful era.