Gu Lan hasn’t killed anyone in a long ti.
So, she indulged in the thrill of slaughtering pigs.
No one could step forward to stop her. Rong Qijun initially delayed in screaming miserably, but within seconds, he was knocked out and then forcibly beaten awake by her.
Heart, jawbone, ear root, lower ribs—Gu Lan struck wherever it hurt.
As long as he wasn’t dead, she hit him fiercely.
She even found ti to think that in a few days she would custom-make so studded gloves, made of gold.
——This way, hitting people would hurt more and it fits her wealthy status.
While beating, she also talked to Rong Qijun.
Her cheerful and bright voice seed like a demonic sound in Rong Qijun’s ear:
"Do you know who Rong Heng is? He’s your fifth uncle!"
"Do you know who I am? I am your father."
The young girl didn’t care if Rong Qijun could hear, her red lips moved slightly, speaking with conviction, punctuating words with punches.
"Why aren’t you speaking?"
"Why aren’t you calling dad?"
"Why aren’t you calling him fifth uncle?"
"Don’t you know to respect elders and care for the young?"
Every punch from Gu Lan was swift and fierce but very thodical, as if performing a very important task.
Her eyes were charming and exquisite, her obsidian-like pupils bright and earnest as if washed with water, and her ruby-red silk ribbon outlined her even more sharply.
Rong Heng watched her, his eyes, cold and indifferent as water, slightly narrowed, with only a single bright glint remaining in their depths.
The fist he had been tightly clenching finally relaxed, and in his palm lay the only unbroken candy.
The candy had lted a bit, seeping out a sweet scent—peach flavored.
Rong Heng was surprised; his body was quite cold, yet now, he was sweating.
The eunuchs and palace attendants around wanted to pull Gu Lan away just as they had tried to pull Rong Heng, but Gu Lan looked up, sweeping them with a gentle glance, causing them to swallow nervously and remain still.
Earlier Rong Heng was nothing, they dared to interfere, but now the one beating others is Young Master Gu!
If he went berserk and killed soone, there would be no one to claim their bodies.
Rong Qijun, spitting blood, was more about to inhale than exhale; he desperately wanted to beg for rcy but couldn’t speak at all!
If he could speak, he would surely call dad, call fifth uncle, call anything.
However, Gu Lan had directly knocked out his teeth.
Until Rong Miaoyan and others from Maoqin Hall ca out, parted the crowd, and looked at the scene in shock, montarily at a loss for words.
Rong Miaoyan was worried that Rong Qijun might have seriously injured or killed Rong Heng, so she ca out to see, and what a scene she saw!
"God, Second Prince!" shrieked a girl in a purple dress next to Miaoyan, wanting to rush over but dared not provoke Gu Lan’s ire.
After beating Rong Qijun until he was thoroughly unconscious, Gu Lan calmly straddled him, then took a mont to lift her head, raising her fair chin, and directed a brazenly wild grin at Rong Heng.
"Brother Heng, does it feel good?"
At that mont, Rong Heng nearly lost control of his facial expression, his lips almost curling up.
Gu Lan whispered, "You think you qualify to be my horse?"
At this ti, the Imperial Physician called by Rong Qijun’s eunuch finally arrived, and the teacher and dean also hurried over.
The White-Beard Master almost fainted on the spot seeing Rong Qijun lying unconscious on the ground, life or death uncertain.
"I never expected it, Young Master Gu... turns out to have extraordinary martial skills."
A peaceful voice rose, carrying a hint of deeper aning.
The crowd completely split into two groups, previously the eunuch delivering the decree to the Marquis Mansion, Zhang Fengcai, dressed in a dark blue official robe, stepped out of the crowd.
Zhang Fengcai was the Chief Eunuch of the Emperor’s Qianyuan Hall, almost representing the emperor’s will. His appearance settled the surrounding turmoil.
Eunuch Zhang’s gaze fell onto the Second Prince lying bloodied and unconscious on the ground, then onto Gu Lan, his slit-like eyes nearly piercing through.
He prided himself on his sharp judgnt, but to think he could be so wrong one day.
He never thought the notorious Young Master in the Capital would have hidden martial skills... yet indeed as rumored, utterly lawless and uncaring.
He did know that the Second Prince, though an arrogant fool, was in good health; knocking him down unexpectedly was plausible, but beating him like this was unlikely.
This Young Master Gu, he truly was soone new after three days.
Gu Lan jumped off Rong Qijun, taking out a handkerchief from her sleeve, starting to wipe off the blood on her hands.
——None of it was hers.
It was just so disgusting, if she had known, she wouldn’t have knocked out Rong Qijun’s teeth.
Gu Lan wished she could go back right now to wash and bathe; her cleanliness compulsion couldn’t stand this blood, it made her want to vomit.
After Zhang Fengcai arrived, Rong Heng, whose expression had just relaxed, turned cold again, his dark eyes deepened further.
His peripheral vision caught the embroidered handkerchief in Gu Lan’s hand, involuntarily causing his mouth to twitch.
Would Gu Lan seriously have her maid embroider a whole stack for her?
Yet Gu Lan didn’t spare Zhang Fengcai a glance, her red lips pressed into a line. Although beating others felt great, the blood on her hands was perturbing her mood significantly.
"Eunuch Zhang, the Second Prince has no life-threatening injuries, just that...his nasal bone is broken, a molar knocked out, his spleen also injured, the wounds are quite severe." the Imperial Physician said shakily after examining.
Zhang Fengcai ordered the Imperial Physician to carry away the Second Prince, then turned around respectfully to Rong Miaoyan and others: "Everyone else may leave for now, we ask the Second Prince’s eunuch, Fifth Young Master Rong, and Young Master Gu to stay a mont."
Rong Yunhao and Rong Baoyi returned late, stunned upon seeing the scene; they had rely slipped away to fetch a al, yet now the Second Prince was nearly beaten to death by Gu Lan.
"Eunuch Zhang, Brother Lan didn’t an it, look, Rong Qijun isn’t dead after all." Rong Yunhao imdiately charged forward saying.
Zhang Fengcai:...
"Shut up!" Rong Baoyi almost covered her brother’s mouth.
"Gu Lan was alone; Rong Qijun had several little eunuchs with him. He must have bullied Brother Lan, then got counterattacked!" Rong Yunhao stated seriously after careful consideration.
"In any case, Brother Lan is this Princedom Heir’s companion, I have to protect him," Rong Yunhao seriously shouted before being pulled away by his sister, "Eunuch Zhang, you mustn’t trouble him! Or this Princedom Heir will make you regret it!"
Zhang Fengcai felt his head swell.
One is the Second Prince, another is the legitimate son of Dingyuan Marquis, plus there’s the partial-standing Prince Rui’s Heir... whom can he trouble? whom dare he trouble!
Zhang Fengcai sighed, silently stood aside, and earnestly watched Gu Lan thoroughly wipe the blood off her hands. Just as he was about to speak—Gu Lan started wiping the blood off her sleeves.
The three little eunuchs with Rong Qijun were so scared they almost vomited, shivering like leaves, narrating the incident to Zhang Fengcai.
After a long ti, Gu Lan stopped her actions, Zhang Fengcai was about to speak again, with blood-spattered Gu Little Marquis turning her head, asking Rong Heng once again:
"Brother Heng, why won’t you answer my question."
Rong Heng remained silent.
"Then answer my next question—Brother Heng, am I handso!" Gu Lan’s smile at the corners of her lips never faded.
However, Rong Heng, staring at the blood on Gu Lan’s face, with a cold expression, eyes pouring out a dense disdain, spoke through a biting chill:
"Young Master Gu, indeed loves ddling too much."
Having said that, he turned away, not looking at anyone, limping as he left.
No need to look, he knew what kind of astonished and angry expression was on the face of the charming young man behind him at this mont.
And he feared that if he didn’t turn fast enough, his inner emotions might be revealed.
His palm, gripping that piece of candy tightly.
Zhang Fengcai did not stop Rong Heng, he watched Rong Heng’s retreating back for a long mont, then turned his headache to face Gu Lan.
Unexpectedly, the Gu Little Marquis just accused by Rong Heng of ddling, not only didn’t get angry but rolled up her sleeves, more earnestly scrubbing the congealed blood scabs on her wrist.
Rong Heng despised this blood?
Just as well, she doesn’t like it either.
Pretending to be cool in front of people, she’d long seen through this brat.
Thinking of Rong Heng in the Xiaoxiang Palace, his voice gentle yet containing hidden threats reminding her to take care of her health, and then comparing it to his just coldly indifferent deanor, Gu Lan found it thrilling.
Zhang Fengcai folded his arms, bowing once more: "Young Master, do you know what you have done...you’ve beaten, none other than Dayan’s Second Prince!"
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