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

Seeing Gu Yao's pale face, Wanyan Jue was just about to get up.

Suddenly, a figure swept past the low table, stepped onto Gu Yao's back, and yanked the reins, instantly stopping the raging horse.

Then, protecting the person in his arms, he forcefully dragged the maddened horse around the paddock twice.

He then led the man off the horse, turned to look at the still-raging steed, his eyes narrowed, and with a leap, kicked the horse, knocking it unconscious.

"Click."

That crisp sound was the sound of the shoe sole hitting the bone.

It makes people's scalp numb.

These things happened in an instant. By the time the people at the table reacted, the reddish-brown horse had already collapsed in the middle of the paddock.

The people of the Great Xuan Dynasty reacted with remarkable speed, clasping their hands in praise.

One of the Xiling envoys was furious and slammed his fist on the table, shouting, "Who goes there to interfere with the betting agreement!"

Xi Yue sneered, suppressing his anger, his eyes bloodshot, and glared at the Xiling envoy who had spoken.

"Is your rule to drug wild horses and drive them mad? Is your rule to force a sick and weak person to their death?"

"Since you've resorted to tricks, why should my Great Xuan follow the rules? Rules are for those who listen to follow!"

Xi Yue's questioning voice was firm and resounding.

Not only did he ask, but he also pulled out an arrow from the side and plunged it directly into the neck of the wild horse.

Blood spurted out, staining Xi Yue's handsome face red.

The handsome young man appeared like a demon with a cold, murderous aura.

His eyes swept over the Xiling delegation with undisguised murderous intent, leaving no doubt that the next arrow would pierce one of their throats.

The whole place fell into silence.

Xi Yue bent down and picked up Gu Yao, his movements were incredibly gentle.

Emperor Xuan watched the farce unfold quietly. When he saw Xi Yue pick up Gu Yao, his eyes flickered slightly, but he said nothing.

Gu Yao's face was thus displayed before everyone, covered in messy bloodstains, which looked particularly eerie against the pale background.

Her already sickly face was now even more pale and translucent, making her jade-like features even more pitiful.

Gu Yao was not fully conscious. He felt a dull pain in his chest and coughed up a mouthful of blood, which dripped from the corner of his lips to the ground.

In the silent hunting ground, only the sound of the wind and the dripping of blood could be heard.

"Tick, tick."

Unstoppable blood splattered onto the ground from Gu Yao's pale lips.

It struck a chord in the hearts of everyone present.

The stark contrast between the desolate white and the poignant red is striking.

Emperor Xuan, seeing Gu Yao's miserable state, hurriedly issued orders.

"Quickly, the imperial physician must treat Minister Gu."

At Emperor Xuan's command, everyone sprang into action.

With a stern face, Xi Yue carried the person and quickly walked into the tent, gently placing the person on the couch, afraid that Gu Yao would hurt him even a little bit more.

The imperial physician stepped forward and administered an acupuncture needle, which stopped the bleeding.

Only then did he place his hand on Gu Yao's wrist.

The imperial physician rose and reported back to Emperor Xuan.

"Minister Gu was born with a weak constitution and had previously suffered an injury, which must have required a long period of recuperation. However, his body is difficult to heal, and he was never fully recovered. Today, this injury has aggravated his old wound, and he will likely need to recuperate for a long time again. He must be even more careful in the future, otherwise, it may affect his lifespan..."

Upon hearing that his lifespan was limited, Xi Yue's heart skipped a beat.

Wanyan Jue overheard the diagnosis from the sidelines and felt even more guilty.

He pursed his lips, stepped forward, bowed and said, "Today is Xiling's fault. Xiling will deliver the promised eight hundred warhorses in full, and will also send rare medicinal herbs to Minister Gu as an apology."

The envoy from Xiling originally wanted to make a few sarcastic remarks about the poor health of the civil officials of Daxuan and to regain the upper hand from the previous incident.

But when he saw his own prince step forward to apologize, he felt a lump in his throat.

It's neither good nor bad, it's really uncomfortable.

Emperor Xuan was unwilling to affect the diplomatic relations between the two countries. On the surface, Wanyan Jue had already given him enough face, so he could not make a fuss about it.

Xi Yue dampened a handkerchief and gently wiped the bloodstains off Gu Yao's face.

Wanyan Jue could only watch, clenching his fists tightly in his sleeve.

It was too painful to look at, so Wanyan Jue simply stopped looking. Now, if he wanted to completely let the matter go, he needed to be given a way out.

With a wave of his hand, a man was brought up, his face bruised and swollen; he was the stable boy.

"It's not my fault! I only discovered later that the horses' feed contained herbs that would drive them mad!" The man kowtowed repeatedly in a panic.

Wanyan Jue bowed and said in a low voice, "This matter was our oversight. Once Minister Gu recovers, we will definitely bring gifts to apologize in person."

Emperor Xuan smiled gently as he descended the steps and waved his hand.

"We also bear some responsibility for this oversight, so the Third Prince need not take it too seriously."

Emperor Xuan raised his hand and summoned the Imperial Guards.

"Guards, this servant has neglected his duty. Drag him away and beat him to death."

A single sentence can decide a person's life or death.

An ordinary person thus became a victim of the power struggle between the two sides.

The servant was dragged out of the tent by the guards, wailing in pain. Everyone kept their eyes down, not daring to utter a sound.

Wanyan Jue smiled gently and did not comment on the matter.

Both sides pretended to take responsibility, and for a moment the atmosphere was somewhat harmonious.

Xi Yue watched coldly, finding the false joy of this room filled with spring-like warmth utterly nauseating.

But he wouldn't be foolish enough to provoke Emperor Xuan at this time.

Seeing Gu Yao's pale face, Xi Yue's eyes darkened.

Anger and rage swirled in his heart, making Xi Yue's face extremely pale.

Emperor Xuan seemed to have just remembered Xi Yue. Today, the Great Xuan Dynasty gained face and surpassed Xi Ling, and Xi Yue deserves great credit for this.

Even Emperor Xuan, who usually disliked attacking Yue, became more amiable.

This son doesn't usually show off his talents, but his martial arts and horsemanship are quite good.

Moreover, it seems he has some personal relationship with Gu Yao, so he wouldn't mind giving him a hand.

"Yue'er, you've saved someone today, what reward would you like?"

When Xi Yue heard Emperor Xuan address her affectionately, she felt no emotion whatsoever.

On the surface, however, he put on a joyful expression and bowed his head, saying, "Your subject has nothing to ask for. If possible, please let Imperial Physician Zhang take care of Vice Minister Gu. He is the greatest contributor today."

Emperor Xuan did not take offense at Xi Yue's use of the word "meritorious official".

Hearing Xi Yue's excuses, he admired him even more.

Wanyan Jue was focused on Gu Yao and paid little attention to Xi Yue's words. The Xiling envoy behind him turned ashen-faced after hearing Xi Yue's words.

Gu Yao is a meritorious official; isn't he just subtly undermining them?

Emperor Xuan and Xi Yue once again displayed their fatherly love and filial piety, which pleased Emperor Xuan greatly. With a wave of his hand, he arranged for Xi Yue to return to the Ministry of Personnel, leaving no room for argument.

Compared to before, his official rank was even raised.

Since Xi Yue's sword has not rusted in the corner, but has become even sharper, Emperor Xuan would not mind promoting Xi Yue and using this sharp blade to target those with ulterior motives.

Xi Yue accepted the favor with trepidation, feeling the various gazes around him. Since his goal had been achieved, he decided to "retire gracefully."

He carefully dampened a handkerchief and continued to wipe the cold sweat from Gu Yao's face caused by the pain.

He seemed oblivious to the undercurrents around him.

Emperor Xuan looked at it and was very satisfied.

Know when to advance and when to retreat, and don't ask for too much.

"Minister Gu is seriously injured and needs to rest. Since Yue'er is here to take care of him, everyone else should leave. Minister Gu must be worried, so there's no need for him to return to the table."

The crowd surrounded Emperor Xuan as they marched out of the tent in a grand procession.

Even if Wanyan Jue wanted to stay, he was still the Third Prince of Xiling, and he had no choice but to attend the banquet.

He turned back and took one last deep look at the person on the bed before reluctantly turning away.

Now, only Prime Minister Gu and Xi Yue are in the tent.

Gu Jizhou observed Xi Yue without making a sound.

Xi Yue continued doing his own thing, seemingly oblivious to Prime Minister Gu's scrutiny.

He wanted to say something, but hesitated.

After much hesitation, he ultimately remained silent.

He wouldn't easily interfere with Gu Yao's actions.

When you do something, you must learn to take responsibility for the consequences.

Since you've chosen this path, you can't regret it.

Moreover, this was the person Gu Yao had been longing for.

Years ago, when I found out that my son liked a man, I had already vented my anger and frustration.

He knows his own child's personality well; to put it nicely, he's persistent; to put it bluntly, he's stubborn.

Once he's made up his mind about someone, no one can dissuade him from doing what he's decided.

Gu Jizhou could only console himself that many literati nowadays also have homosexual tendencies, which is also a kind of romanticism.

Watching Xi Yue, a prince, personally and meticulously care for his son, Gu Jizhou sighed.

I hope my son's judgment is right.

He was first the prime minister of the Great Xuan Dynasty, and only then was he Gu Yao's father.

This was an important banquet for diplomatic relations between the two countries, and even if he wanted to stay, he had no choice but to attend.

Gu Jizhou gave Xi Yue a deep look, then turned and left.