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

Xi Yue did not disappoint Gu Yao's expectations. After regaining his senses, he began to act according to plan, handing Gu Yao over to Qing Zhu and still picking up his sword to guard Emperor Xuan.

Gu Yao was in unbearable pain and his soul left his body, returning to his sea of ​​consciousness.

Let him stay dizzy; it's not his business afterward anyway, and he doesn't want to face other people's strange looks.

Especially Emperor Xuan's.

Snatching the melon seeds from the system, Gu Yao watched with great interest as the male protagonist slaughtered his way through the battlefield.

Xi Yao failed to kill Xi Yue; the sword still hangs over his head.

He was now in a bind, and had no choice but to go all the way and kill Emperor Xuan.

Emperor Xuan is nearing the end of his life. If Xi Yue exposes him, then he will be out of the running for the throne.

Gu Yao and 0529 watched the show while eating melon seeds. Xi Yao thought he had everything under control and that the palace was now in his hands.

Having failed to kill Xi Yue, he could only tear off this last layer of skin.

Little did he know that the commander of the Imperial Guards he had bribed was someone who had attacked Yue, and someone who had saved his life.

Xi Yao smashed a cup as a signal, and the Imperial Guards rushed over.

Hearing that standard villainous speech, Gu Yao, who was so shocked by the blatant distortion of the truth, dropped his melon seeds.

"Your Majesty is old and has been injured by the rebel Prince An, which has caused your old illness to relapse. Your son respectfully requests Your Majesty to pass away peacefully."

"Little Ninth, the Second Prince has committed half of the ten heinous crimes: treason, rebellion, evil deeds, disrespect, and filial impiety. If he doesn't die, who will? Look at Emperor Xuan, he's so angry he can barely breathe."

0529 stared at the melon seeds in Gu Yao's hand, looking aggrieved, and pursed her lips without saying a word.

This was given to him by 66...

He decided to break off all contact with his host for ten minutes.

Gu Yao was so engrossed in the play that he stopped eating his melon seeds.

As expected, the commander of the Imperial Guard standing behind Xi Yao demonstrated what a double agent is on the spot, stabbing Xi Yao to death from behind with a swift and decisive strike to the heart.

Xi Yao's smug expression was still frozen on his face when he collapsed and died.

A barely perceptible hint of vengeful pleasure flashed across Xi Yue's composed face.

They could capture Xi Yao alive, but why leave future troubles when they could solve the problem once and for all?

Besides, Xi Yue and Xi Yao are enemies, so he won't give him any more chances. Who knows if Emperor Xuan, who is nearing the end of his life, will take pity on him and keep him.

Xi Yue dared not gamble, nor would he gamble.

"Your subject, Chen Yang, commander of the Imperial Guards, has arrived late to rescue Your Majesty. I beg Your Majesty to punish me."

The wound on Emperor Xuan's shoulder had been simply bandaged.

He gave Chen Yang a deep look, then glanced at Xi Yue, who was hanging his head to the side, and also glanced at Gu Yao, who was lying unconscious to the side, his eyes filled with loneliness.

He sighed, propped himself up, and slowly walked outside.

"Quan De, convey my decree: Prince Ye has been executed on the spot for treason. The Second Prince and his family have been demoted to commoners. Out of pity for their orphaned children and widows, they are permitted to reside in their former residence. Prince An, who is of noble character and distinguished conduct, has a long history of great ambitions and is known for his filial piety, is hereby appointed as Crown Prince and will assume the responsibility of overseeing the country."

Quan De helped Emperor Xuan to his feet. This emperor, who had spent half his life on the battlefield, seemed to have his spine broken. His back looked so hunched as he slowly walked away, accompanied only by an old eunuch. The noisy crowd around him seemed irrelevant to him, and he was filled with loneliness.

Gu Yao sighed softly and sat alone for a while.

0529 I feel like Gu Yao is acting strangely right now.

Gu Yao, how should I put it, is just too lonely.

Like a kite, unable to find its own string in this world, it can only drift along, never finding its way back.

There was no one holding the line.

But 0529 didn't know how to comfort him.

It's just a system, and a system with the worst performance.

Gu Yao didn't remain dejected for long before recovering and returning to his usual self.

He handed the unfinished sunflower seeds back to the system, patted its smooth head, and flew back into his body.

0529 pressed on the spot where Gu Yao had just touched, and the entire system curled up into a ball, the code gradually becoming messy.

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Gu Yao had no interest in dealing with the autistic system. Back in his body, waves of pain swept over him, making his face turn pale and contort in agony.

As Xi Yue strode in, he saw Gu Yao struggling to sit up and quickly stepped forward to support him, afraid that Gu Yao would tear open his wound.

Gu Yao looked at Xi Yue's gloomy face and forced a reassuring smile.

"Your Highness, it's alright."

Xi Yue turned Gu Yao over so that he could lean against the soft pillow to avoid pressing on his wound.

Hearing Gu Yao's words, she couldn't help but feel angry. She said sarcastically, "Yes, it doesn't matter. If that dagger had been an inch off, you would have gone straight to see your ancestors."

Xi Yue's harsh tone stung Gu Yao's heart, making his eyes sting.

He didn't want to say much, turning his head away and leaving only the back of his head for Xi Yue to see.

Xi Yue was so angry at Gu Yao's attitude of doing whatever he wanted and refusing to communicate that he laughed.

Recalling Gu Yao's pale face and barely breathing appearance in his arms today, Xi Yue felt a tightness in his chest and was even more furious at his lack of care for his own body, so he said some hurtful words.

"Gu Le'an, do you know you almost died today? Don't you know your own body? Why are you so eager to die?"

Gu Yao was taken aback upon hearing this, his nose stung with tears, and he felt even more aggrieved.

Struggling to sit up, Gu Yao turned to look at Xi Yue, his voice filled with sorrow, "What does Your Highness want me to do? Watch the Prince die? I know I cannot do that. Besides, the situation was critical at the time, and I didn't have time to think much. Does Your Highness think I'm meddling?"

Gu Yao's eyes were filled with tears, shining with a stubborn light, as if he did not want the tears to fall.

But even as tears gathered, one still fell, such a light drop, sliding across her face and gently landing on the brocade quilt, yet burning her heart with a panic.

Xi Yue knew he was in the wrong, and he didn't know what was wrong with him either. He was trying to coax Gu Yao.

Gu Yao also felt ashamed. He was a grown man, not a girl, and he cried after being told a few things. He raised his hand, wiped his face haphazardly, and buried himself back in the pillow.

The movements aggravated his wounds, and fine beads of sweat appeared on Gu Yao's forehead. He bit his lip, enduring the pain and not letting out a muffled groan of agony.

He didn't want Xi Yue to worry.

It hurt much more than this before.

He can endure it.

But why does it hurt so much this time?

Gu Yao paused for a moment, trying to keep his voice steady, before speaking softly, "Your Highness, please leave. This humble subject wishes to rest."

Xi Yue reached out his hand, then withdrew it. He opened his mouth, hesitated several times as if to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

"Then Minister Gu, please get some rest."

Upon hearing the words "Minister Gu," Gu Yao felt an even greater pain in his heart.

That's such an unfamiliar way to address someone.

Is it worth it?

Gu Yao also had doubts.

But there's no turning back now.