I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 272 - 198: Slice Research

Yuan Lang suddenly stood up, but before he could steady himself, he felt a wave of weakness in his limbs and collapsed back into the chair.

"There’s something wrong with this tea," he clenched his fist, looking in shock at the face-changing Yuan Lu in front of him, "Prince Kang, what are you doing?"

He had clearly seen Yuan Lu drink the tea before he did, so how could there be a problem?

Yuan Lang pressed his head, feeling a sharp pain in his mind, and the people before him became somewhat blurred.

Suddenly, he noticed that although Yuan Lu was smirking at him, he was just as powerless, slumped in the chair.

Only then did Yuan Lang realize that Yuan Lu had probably drugged himself to eliminate his suspicion.

"This Yan Country brothel has given both me and the Crown Prince the Soft Muscle Powder. There’s nothing I can do but watch as the Crown Prince is harmed by the Yan people," Yuan Lu said exaggeratedly, "Who would have thought that the Yan people would be so treacherous, disregarding the alliance between the two countries, and secretly assassinating our Great Wei’s Crown Prince."

"You’re trying to... frame the Yan people," Yuan Lang said in a low voice.

"The Crown Prince’s wisdom seems to be a bit late."

Yuan Lu smiled, his pair of elongated glassy eyes directly staring into Yuan Lang’s, as if there was some special magic that made Yuan Lang gradually abandon his resistance, allowing the effects of the Soft Muscle Powder to completely take over his body.

This is Witchcraft, Yuan Lang closed his eyes, but it was already ineffective.

"This is Soft Muscle Powder, it doesn’t have any other effects, other than making Your Highness a spineless nobody within a two-hour period. By that time, others will only know you were chopped to death with random knives, not knowing you couldn’t resist at all."

Yuan Lang wanted to clench his fist, but he couldn’t even accomplish such a simple action.

From the moment he walked into this room, Yuan Lu’s every move, glance, and word had been laced with suggestions of Witchcraft, making him unknowingly trust him, relax his guard, and drink that cup of tea.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, even if he saw Yuan Lu drink the tea, he wouldn’t touch it. Who knew if Yuan Lu had taken an antidote in advance?

He only heard Yuan Lu slowly say:

"The Crown Prince in Yan Country, thinking of Great Wei, bearing humiliation with fortitude, but didn’t expect to be ruthlessly killed by a brothel prostitute just because of one unauthorized outing from the palace. How arrogant are the Yan people, how insidious is Yan Country... Our Great Wei will use the full strength of the nation to avenge the Crown Prince!"

"What... do you mean... Father wants to use my death to wage war against Yan Country?" Yuan Lang could hardly believe his eyes as he opened them wide.

"Why, why? That’s not right, Father won’t abandon me... Mother has only me as her son, could it be something happened to her?"

Yuan Lu shook his head sorrowfully, still staring intently at Yuan Lang’s eyes, saying: "Crown Prince, you can rest in peace."

"Prince Kang, Yuan Lu... you, you are my own uncle!" Yuan Lang growled unwillingly, but couldn’t even move a finger.

He looked at Yuan Lu’s face, which shared some resemblance to both the Emperor and himself, and suddenly remembered a certain royal secret.

Though termed a secret, it was actually widely circulated in Yan Country, but within Wei Country, discussing this scandal was prohibited.

The Great Wei’s Emperor Taizhong, two hundred years ago, was just the highly influential State Preceptor of Wei Country, who used Witchcraft and elixirs to control the then Emperor of Wei and usurped the throne as a minister...

Over two hundred years passed, he forgot that the Yuan Imperial Family was actually skilled in using drugs and Witchcraft.

Father could also perform simple Witchcraft. Yuan Lang even once suspected that the Great General was so loyal to Father perhaps because he was under the Yuan Imperial Family’s Witchcraft, which also explained why Father trusted the Great General so much.

But now thinking about these things was pointless.

Yuan Lu looked at Yuan Lang, limp on the chair, saying: "I am Your Highness’s Imperial Uncle, but I am also the uncle of all the princes."

Yuan Lang’s gaze sharpened, and his voice was hoarse as he asked: "The second... or the fourth, could it be the Fifth Prince? What benefits did they offer you?"

At that moment, a cough was heard from behind the screen where Yuan Lu stood.

Yuan Lang knew that hiding behind the screen were the so-called "Yan Country assassins" Yuan Lu referred to, who would soon come out and kill him with random knives.

Yuan Lu shook his head, not explaining further, saying: "Come, kill His Highness..."

In the next moment, two figures dressed in black appeared from behind the screen.

One was masked, and the other wore a silver mask, with the masked one carrying a dark long sword.

Upon seeing these two, Yuan Lang’s pupils contracted, as if suddenly breaking free from the Witchcraft’s control, and he lifted his neck, asking puzzledly: "Are these the Yan Country assassins you arranged for me?"

"Why, Your Highness is not satisfied?"

Yuan Lang nodded with the last of his strength:

"Quite satisfied, they indeed are from Yan Country."

Yuan Lu didn’t care about the meaning behind his words, he even didn’t turn his head, instructing, "What are you waiting for, do it now!"

In the next instant, Gu Lan struck Yuan Lu’s neck with a palm:

"Okay."

Yuan Lu didn’t have time to make any sound before his body slid softly to the ground.

Because of the effects of the Soft Muscle Powder, Yuan Lang was already dazedly closing his eyes.

The last thing he saw was Gu Lan removing the mask, revealing a bright smile, while Rong Heng beside her nonchalantly took off the mask, seemingly really intending to kill him.

His heart,

suddenly calmed down.

Even though he wasn’t familiar with these two people, seeing them at the brink of life and death, he knew he was saved.

Yuan Lu could never have dreamed that ever since Gu Lan received news of the pregnant Concubine Qi from Wei Country, she had been monitoring him, then watching as Yuan Lu set the rendezvous with Yuan Lang at Magpie Workshop—

What a coincidence.

As the owner of Magpie Workshop, Rong Heng and Gu Lan had already entered the room ahead of time, dealing with Yuan Lu’s men originally placed behind the screen.

Until Yuan Lang came, during that time, the two had been waiting behind the screen, not knowing when this uncle and nephew pair would finally finish exchanging harsh words.

Especially when hearing Yuan Lang questioning whether it was the Fifth Prince of Wei Country who had bought him, Gu Lan almost couldn’t hold back her laughter.

Hmm, Great Wei also has a little Fifth.

After a while, Yuan Lang opened his eyes, finding himself lying on an unfamiliar bed.

Beside the bed were Gu Lan and Rong Heng, whom he saw before fainting, arguing over something.

"It’s actually just a simple hypnosis, combined with Soft Muscle Powder to put him to sleep."

"The Great Wei’s Emperor Taizhong started with Witchcraft, just now Yuan Lu indeed used Witchcraft."

"Then Witchcraft is simply hypnosis. If you say it’s Gu Technique, where’s the insect? Does Yuan Lang have bugs on him, really?"

Gu Lan thought to herself, she was in a historical power struggle novel, not a fantasy cultivation novel. Being able to wall-climb and kill invisibly was enough, having potions like Heart Closing Pill was already a great bug, there wouldn’t be any absurdly unscientific occurrences.

Rong Heng, frowning, with the persistence of a doctor inquisitive to the end: "I think it’s Gu, should I cut him open and slice him to study where the Gu is..."

"Cough, cough, cough—!" Yuan Lang immediately opened his eyes and started coughing.

Rong Heng calmly stepped forward, as if the person who wanted to cut Yuan Lang open to study was not himself, and said indifferently: "The effects of the Soft Muscle Powder have been neutralized, rest a bit more, and you should recover."

"Th-thank you both for saving my life..." Yuan Lang said with difficulty, his eyes still showing a lingering fright.

He struggled to support his thin body with his arms, his naturally gentle and elegant face appearing even paler, though his thin lips were pressed into a rosy red, with a watery glow in his glassy eyes, making Gu Lan feel sorry for him.

She handed Yuan Lang a cup of water, offering a word of comfort: "It was just a small effort."

Rong Heng took out a knife: "Still, dissect."

Yuan Lang: "..."