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

Zhong Liang was even more convinced that Gu Lan posed no threat; otherwise, why was there no sign of resistance from her?

"Why, why?"

Gu Lan’s expression was indifferent. When she didn’t smile, there was an ascetic aloofness about her. Her exquisite and beautiful features, matched with the slightly upturned corners of her eyes, and her slightly narrowed, clear eyes, thoroughly aroused the greed in Zhong Liang’s heart.

Zhong Liang’s breathing became irregular, as he watched his finger pad about to touch Gu Lan’s cheek.

"Because he’s afraid of death, he wants to use you to test me, to see if I still have the ability to kill him, and conveniently, send me a human head."

"What?"

Gu Lan asked, "Do you think I can kill you?"

Zhong Liang was internally shocked, and before he could retreat, Gu Lan had already reached out her right hand, her fingers climbing lightning-fast onto his neck.

"Ah—!"

Zhong Liang recovered, his terrified cry stuck in his throat as he lost his ability to respond in the suffocating pain.

Gu Lan clenched his throat tightly, her slender, fair fingers contracting inch by inch. There was a tooth-aching sound of cracking.

Zhong Liang rolled his eyes back, struggling like a fish out of water on the brink of death, his vision blurring.

His martial arts skills were originally not high, and being too close to Gu Lan, he could only pull at her arm, frantically channeling his inner strength to try to break free from her grip.

All of this happened in just a few breaths of time. The two eunuchs snapped back to reality and hurriedly attempted to save Zhong Liang.

"Stop!"

"Let go of the commander, Gu Lan, stop now!"

One drew a sword, the other pulled out a flying knife, but only the two palace attendants remained motionless. In Gu Lan’s eyes, there was a slight flicker of emotion in their indifferent black eyes.

Gu Lan thought of something, the killing intent in her eyes intensified as she lightly questioned, "Do you dare to defy the Emperor’s orders?"

The two eunuchs’ expressions changed; they recalled that before sending them, the Emperor indeed instructed them not to harm Gu Lan—just to deliver clothes and orders.

Zhong Liang sought this outcome out of his lust for beauty.

"Help—help me—"

Zhong Liang struggled desperately, while Gu Lan whispered in his ear:

"Do you know? From the very first moment I saw you, I wanted to kill you."

Upon saying this, she suddenly exerted herself, and just as Zhong Liang used all his strength to break free from her grasp, Gu Lan quickly bent down and took the flying knife he frequently used from his sleeve.

A cold light flashed.

"Pfft—"

The sharp, thin blade sliced through its master’s throat.

Blood gushed out, the two eunuchs stared in shock at the scene, their bodies petrified.

The palace attendant death warriors beside him remained composed, with only a deeply hidden sense of satisfaction flashing across their eyes.

The eunuch’s red robe was stained a deep black; Gu Lan released her hand, her eyes full of disgust. After catching the emotion of the two palace attendants, her heart trembled slightly.

She discarded the flying knife, looking at her blood-stained hands, struggling to suppress the impulse to go berserk.

Showing such an expression to Meiduo, who knows how many people have been harmed, dying is really too easy for this old eunuch.

With a thud, Zhong Liang’s body fell to the ground, his broken throat emitting fractured, indistinct sounds, eyes wide open as he breathed his last.

"You were the one who insisted I get up to receive the imperial edict," Gu Lan said.

She raised her head, a few drops of blood splattered on her cold, white face, combined with her indifferent, emotionless deep black eyes, exuding a bone-chilling fear.

Gu Lan walked into a washroom on one side, washing the blood from her hands and face indifferently, her gaze without the slightest ripple.

Rong Jing wouldn’t know what kind of person Zhong Liang was? Sending him to deliver the order was basically giving her a head; this was Rong Jing’s "sincerity" in wanting her to cooperate.

Only now did the palace guards hear the commotion and rush in, and Gu Lan glanced over, indeed seeing Zhang Fengcai hurriedly arriving.

The two eunuchs dutifully recounted what had just happened; seeing Zhong Liang’s eyes wide open in death, Zhang Fengcai’s pupils shrank slightly, but without too much shock, he signaled his men to take the body out.

He steadied his spirit and spoke to Gu Lan, who was still washing her hands:

"Gu...Young Master, you’ve killed the person, vented your anger, if your clothes are dirty, then wear what His Majesty prepared for you. You are a smart person; as long as you behave, His Majesty won’t make things difficult for you at court tomorrow."

Gu Lan walked up to Zhang Fengcai and retorted, "If I don’t behave, Rong Jing can’t do anything to me, right?"

Zhang Fengcai: "You’re joking. You are in the Imperial Palace now, not in the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, and the Marquis Mansion is still surrounded by the imperial guards..."

"Let them continue surrounding it; I thank him for heavily protecting the Mansion’s safety," Gu Lan said. "If he dares to act now, I would respect him as a tyrant willing to risk universal condemnation to replay the chaos of the Pingnan Marquis of yesteryears."

The thing Gu Lan was most grateful for was that her father was not Xiao Jing, the Pingnan Marquis.