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

Cheng Yu’s eyes darkened: "Your Highness—"

He couldn’t control his thoughts; he even knew the earth-shattering secret that Young Master Gu was a woman, and the Princess’s ambition for that position. He had even been forced to listen when he wanted to leave, so why tell him to go now? What secret could he possibly not hear?

He had already let loose, might as well destroy it all; couldn’t they just let him listen and then silence him all at once? His curiosity, if not satisfied, would keep him awake at night!

Moreover, Young Master Gu was highly skilled in martial arts; what if she intended harm to the Princess?

Cheng Yu’s footsteps didn’t move, his eyes were fixed on Miaoyan, with an emerald green like a forest swirling in his dark eyes.

"Go out." Rong Miaoyan’s voice was calm, her authority innate, with not a hint of hesitation.

Cheng Yu was a little eunuch whose life she inadvertently saved a few years ago. Later, when she began governing the Inner Supervision, Cheng Yu, who was both good-looking and skilled in martial arts, and utterly loyal to her, became her capable eunuch underling.

Miaoyan vaguely sensed Cheng Yu’s admiration for her, but she wasn’t Rong Baoyi, and Cheng Yu wasn’t the reckless Jiu, so she always ignored his feelings, merely treating him as a confidant.

Cheng Yu faced Miaoyan’s cold gaze, opened his mouth, but said nothing more, silently retreating, and even closed the door for the two of them.

At the last moment the door closed, Gu Lan gave him a slight nod, indicating she wouldn’t harm Miaoyan.

This little eunuch truly cared greatly about Miaoyan’s safety.

But what she was about to say to Miaoyan was something even more confidential than revealing Miaoyan’s ambition.

Rong Miaoyan’s heart tightened because she simply couldn’t imagine what could make Gu Lan’s expression so grave.

"Gu Lan, whatever you need to tell me, just say it directly. Don’t worry about the consequences," Rong Miaoyan said solemnly.

Rather than living happily in a lie, she preferred to know the harsh truth, even if it was painful.

A flicker of heartache flashed quickly in Gu Lan’s eyes; it was precisely because she knew Miaoyan was such a person that she chose to tell her this matter.

"What I need to tell you is that Rong Jing, he isn’t the former Emperor’s bloodline, but the child of Empress Dowager Su and Xie Yun’s father, Xie Xu."

Qing Yue’s slightly cool voice was clear and articulate, reaching Rong Miaoyan’s ears unmistakably.

The silent expression on Rong Miaoyan’s face instantly became void.

Gu Lan,

must be joking.

She understood every word spoken, but why couldn’t she comprehend them when strung together?

Rong Jing, Xie Xu, Empress Dowager Su...

How is this possible!?

Yet, there is indeed a great possibility!

Rong Miaoyan’s reason already told her that Gu Lan wouldn’t lie to her; what she said was true.

But her emotions, for the moment, couldn’t accept such a reality!

Rong Jing, her father, the Emperor she once revered... was not of Imperial Family blood.

"So," every word Miaoyan uttered felt like boiling oil poured on her heart, painful and numbing, "I am not a Princess of Yan."

Xie Xu, who was Xie Yun’s father, died in the unjust case of the Xie Family over a decade ago, and Empress Dowager Su always sought eunuchs as Xie Xu’s stand-ins; she had heard about this long ago.

But she never imagined Xie Xu and Empress Dowager Su—

If so, did the former Emperor know? If he did, the former Emperor’s death, the Xiao Family’s downfall, the Holy Decree, and the final edict, which among them was true? How much more vile acts had the Emperor committed that would make her nauseated?

If the Emperor wasn’t of the former Emperor’s bloodline, then wasn’t she fundamentally not a Rong, not a member of the Rong Family?

Rong Miaoyan felt her life had turned into a joke.

Gu Lan stepped forward and tightly embraced her, supporting her from collapsing:

"Don’t be afraid, Miaoyan, there’s still me, the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, and Rong Heng. None of us want or will allow Dayan to fall into crisis and chaos. I just didn’t want to hide it from you, but this matter might remain an eternal secret."

Miaoyan wept like a downpour.

She cried for a long time, her tears soaking Young Master Gu’s shoulder, just like before.

Until Cheng Yu hesitantly came back in: "Your Highness, it’s late, we should leave—"

For some reason, tonight the patrolling imperial guard did not appear, Zhong Liang and the Inner Supervision people were absent, those four guards had already been bribed by him; everything was foolproof, yet Cheng Yu’s heart felt inexplicably uneasy.