Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

I am Qin Chen, an ordinary modern person with a bit of cleverness.

It wasn't exactly unremarkable, after all, I time-traveled.

I transmigrated into the body of someone in the Great Xuan Dynasty who shared the same name as me.

He was an illegitimate child.

Oh, and Mother is dead.

It's like the tragic buff has been stacked up to the maximum.

I only had some travel money on me, which was for me to go to the capital to seek refuge with my unreliable father.

What can we do?

I can only accept my fate and make the best of it.

When did my fate change?

He probably relieved himself in the reeds and ended up running into someone being chased.

I witnessed a life-or-death separation.

Then, feeling a pang of pity, he carried the unconscious person out.

It was this casual act of saving me that changed my fate.

I learned that he was Xiyue, the sixth prince of the current dynasty.

This name sounds familiar... isn't he the male protagonist of the novel I read before?

You can cling to someone's coattails.

So I became Xi Yue's savior, even though I didn't really help much.

After all, I had just carried the person out when Xi Yue's men arrived.

But I still became an advisor to the Yue army.

As someone who knows the entire plot of the novel, I truly feel like God who holds the script.

But when those deep, probing eyes fell upon me, I truly understood what it meant to feel like I was being pricked by thorns.

I almost gave in to that extremely oppressive gaze.

I held back.

He didn't tell Xi Yue who the person he longed for was.

Actually, I know, because the person he longs for is the other protagonist of this novel.

This is a melodramatic story titled "I found a substitute for my white moonlight, and after torturing her both physically and emotionally, I discovered that the substitute was actually my white moonlight herself, and then I went through a wife-chasing hell."

I wanted to be someone important, and looking at Xi Yue's handsome face, I chose a path that seemed right at the time.

I induced Xi Yue to use Gu Yao.

As expected, they embarked on a path of physical and emotional abuse, and the Gu family collapsed.

All I need to do at this moment is add fuel to the fire, and I can completely kick Gu Yao out of the game.

But I don't know where the problem is?

That day, Gu Yao and others waited outside the door. I presented the Edict of Grace, which was not in the plot. Xi Yue's eyes narrowed, and his gaze towards me was filled with obvious inquiry and disgust.

My heart was pounding. Now that Prince Jing and Prince Yu have stationed troops in Longxi and southern Jiangxi and are establishing their own independent regimes, the Edict of Grace should be a policy that Yue desperately needs.

Why is he not responding?

The emperor opposite me had a gloomy face and didn't say anything, only telling me to go back.

Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger.

I don't know what went wrong, but I wisely chose to back down.

I put down the chess piece, bowed, and left.

Before pushing open the palace door, I put on a smile, pretending to be smug and triumphant.

He then launched into a sarcastic remark at the Prime Minister in front of him, who was dressed in white and seemed to be forever untouched by worldly dust.

That perpetually aloof and distant face is truly annoying to look at.

I can't match his quick wit.

But now their relationship is beyond repair.

After all, his family was the prime minister's only weakness.

In the story, even when Xi Yue was furious, he only threatened Gu Yao with the Gu family members and didn't dare to actually take action.

If he finds out that his elder brother was killed by the person above him, is there any chance for them?

I turned and left.

The next day, I heard that the prime minister had knelt in the rain for two hours and then fell ill and never recovered.

Those three consecutive days of high fever almost killed him, but he survived thanks to the large amount of precious medicinal herbs that kept him alive.

I was somewhat disappointed, but not too disappointed.

Because I have a backup plan.

I want to tell the truth about Gu Cheng's death to Prime Minister Gu, who has just returned from the brink of death.

This time, he probably wasn't so lucky.

So what if he crawled back from the brink of death? I'll kick him back.

But the Prime Minister's residence was guarded like an iron barrel.

I can't get in.

I have a feeling that something is wrong; things are starting to get out of control.

As expected, Xi Yue ordered the execution of the entire Gu family, and Gu Yao also appeared to be dead.

But how could Gu Yao die so easily?

Xi Yue herself couldn't see his feelings clearly, but he could see them very clearly.

He couldn't bear to see Gu Yao die.

The most likely explanation is that Gu Yao was imprisoned in the palace by him.

This is no longer part of the plot; I know I should be more careful.

We're just waiting for the right opportunity.

And the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is the perfect opportunity for this.

I left my seat and found Gu Yao.

He sat alone in the pavilion drinking, as if he were waiting for someone.

With no one around, it was the perfect place for a private conversation.

This looks like a trap.

But this is the only chance.

So, I went up.

Tell him bluntly that his elder brother was killed on orders from Xiyue.

Gu Yao smiled slightly, as if he already knew about this, and kindly pointed me in the right direction to leave.

Looking at the smiling young man in front of me, I felt that he was unfathomable, and a chill ran down my spine.

So, I left.

To be precise, I ran away.

That very night, it was heard that Gu Yao's old illness had relapsed, and he had once again narrowly escaped death.

This time, I felt no joy, only panic.

But the next few days were still peaceful.

Later, Gu Yao died.

At first, I was quite happy, thinking that no one could stop me anymore.

But later, I was sentenced to death.

Be caught off guard.

I was unwilling to accept this and wanted to defend myself.

I should have been someone superior to others.

When Xi Yue arrived at the prison, the bright yellow color of the prison cell was really out of place with the lifeless atmosphere.

He looked at me with a cold gaze.

"I know it was you who told Le'an Gu Cheng the truth about his death. It was someone planted in the palace by Prince Yu who told Le'an Gu Cheng that the rest of the Gu family were dead. Besides, you're not from here, are you?"

Looking at the emperor before me, I once again felt that familiar sense of oppression.

And finally, I understood the meaning behind that prime minister's smile.

It turns out they had fallen into a trap themselves.

Wasn't the emperor before us also a victim of Prime Minister Gu's schemes?

I looked at the person in front of me with hatred on their face and smiled.

This helped Prime Minister Gu complete the final step.

He confessed to the crime.

Let Xi Yue remain a fool forever.

Watching the bright yellow hem of the garment disappear around the corner.

In the end, I lost this game.

But who actually won?

Looking at the only sliver of light in the dimly lit cell, I suddenly began to miss the modern world.

At least, it was a society where everyone was equal.

But there are no "what ifs," and tomorrow will be my sentence.