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

Gu Yao had a dream in which he had a gentle mother, a learned father, and the Gu and Fan families. They were all happily waving at him with smiles.

He ran toward them, trying to hug them.

But in an instant, everyone's smiling faces shattered, like a broken mirror, twisted and sharp.

Sharp shards cut his finger, and the blood flowing from his fingertip stained the smooth mirror surface, reflecting a poignant red.

In every piece of broken pieces, he saw every tragedy.

There were Gu Yao and Gu Le'an.

He saw his parents shield him with their bodies during the car accident, warm blood flowing down his cheeks and back, soaking his white shirt.

He knew that it was his shackles, his hatred, and his enmity.

He saw the entire Gu family, numbering over a hundred, being slaughtered on the spot by the Imperial Guards, their blood flowing everywhere and staining the bluestone steps red.

From the second wife's grandmother to the third wife's infant, who was only a hundred days old, no one was spared.

Blood flowed everywhere, and corpses littered the ground.

He witnessed Gu Le'an's death by poison, his body twisted with resentment in the dark, damp dungeon.

And then there's the Fan family—some died, some were injured, and even his sweet little cousin, who used to follow him around calling him "cousin," was kidnapped by a bully and tortured to death.

The filthy bed was covered in the girl's blood, and she was barely of marriageable age.

That was Gu Le'an's hatred.

Every fragment is a tragedy.

……

Gu Yao witnessed everything, but couldn't stop it no matter what he did.

"do not want!"

Gu Yao was startled awake by the scene in his dream. His heart was still pounding, and a sense of powerless despair filled the room. Gu Yao raised his hand to his chest, his breathing rapid.

Gu Yao raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, then looked up, letting his tears slide onto the brocade quilt, leaving deep and shallow stains.

He knew this was the original owner's emotion, a tragic scene he had witnessed firsthand as an observer.

The Gu family has been upright and honest for a century, and all generations of Gu family descendants have taken it upon themselves to help the world and bring peace to the country.

A family of upright officials and virtuous conduct for centuries was destroyed in an instant due to the emperor's suspicion, and even suffered posthumous shame.

The Fan family has been a scholarly family for a century, producing many great Confucian scholars and teachers who helped the world. They only sought to protect themselves and never participated in factional struggles.

Even among the descendants of the Fan family, very few served as officials in the imperial court.

However, they were implicated.

A once prestigious family, now ruined and destroyed.

How can you not hate it?

Gu Yao felt that only now did he understand all the original owner's despair. He had lived an upright life, but because he loved the wrong person, he implicated his family.

Do you regret it?

I think so.

Gu Yao took a moment to calm down and suppress his surging emotions.

Gu Yao felt that he was still too gentle, and he thought of another possibility.

Why can't he be Gu Le'an?

Gu Le'an's revenge should be taken by the dead Gu Le'an himself, shouldn't it?

Gu Yao raised his hand to cover his face, his eyes filled with an inscrutable expression, and a mad smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

0529 hugged herself tightly, curled up in a corner, shivering, took out her communicator, and tremblingly dialed 66 for comfort.

He found Gu Yao's crazy and outrageous behavior to be terrifying.

Qingzhu helped Gu Yao dress in his court robes, her eyes full of smiles. "Young Master looks so handsome in the Prime Minister's robes. He'll surely charm countless young ladies when he goes out."

Qingzhu's smile froze; she had forgotten that her young master didn't like women.

Gu Yao looked at himself in the bronze mirror, slightly lost in thought, seemingly unaware of Qingzhu's slip of the tongue. He turned to him and smiled, "You're good at flattering me."

Holding the jade tablet, Gu Yao's expression turned solemn as he looked at his slender, fair fingers and curled them slightly inward.

There are less than three years left...

Xi Yue felt that something was wrong with his young prime minister. He was fine yesterday, so why was he so distant today?

Throughout the entire morning court session, he did not make eye contact with himself even once, demonstrating the utmost self-discipline and adherence to propriety.

The person who used to secretly glance at me has now become so indifferent.

There were many people and distractions during the morning court session, so Xi Yue couldn't say much.

After the court session, he kept the man behind and dismissed everyone else. He sat on the high dragon throne, looking down at the meek and submissive Gu Yao, and felt that he could see through him even more.

With a gentle smile, Xi Yue slowly walked down the steps to Gu Yao and asked softly, "What's wrong with Le'an today?"

Gu Yao clenched his fists tightly. Hearing the familiar voice that would echo in his ears even in the dead of night, hatred surged in his heart, but he remained expressionless on the surface.

He thought he would be able to control his emotions if he saw this person again.

After all, in this life, they were only ruler and subject, and would only ever be ruler and subject.

His eyes stung, and his body trembled slightly. He wanted to ask why.

Why kill his entire Gu family?

Since you made a promise to always believe in him, why did you break your promise?

The Gu family of over a hundred isn't enough, so why drag the Fan family into it?

He wanted to ask, in the dead of night, when you sit on that throne built of countless innocent bones, can you sit with a clear conscience?

But now Gu Yao can't say anything; the hatred that has been brewing in his heart for years has become an incurable sore.

It penetrated to the bone, and pierced my heart.

Xi Yue sensed that something was wrong with his prime minister; he didn't look up at him, and his body was trembling.

He thought he had some kind of illness, and reached out to pull the person into his arms.

But as soon as he reached out, Gu Yao suddenly stepped back and slapped his hand away as if he were avoiding some kind of monstrous flood.

Looking up at him, her eyes were filled with fear and... hatred.

Although it was just a glance before Gu Yao lowered his head, Xi Yue was certain he couldn't have been mistaken.

He felt that Gu Yao was acting very strangely today.

Gu Yao knew that his behavior just now was wrong, but he just couldn't control himself.

In her past life, Xi Yue was the same. In the dark and damp dungeon, she gently touched him, but the next moment she didn't hesitate to lash him with a whip.

It hurts so much...

As a result, Gu Yao developed a post-traumatic stress disorder from any contact with Xi Yue.

Barely suppressing the surging emotions within him, Gu Yao dared not raise his head, afraid of revealing his feelings.

We cannot stay any longer today.

Gu Yao knelt down with his head down, his voice hoarse as if he was suppressing a thousand thoughts.

"Your Majesty, I have harmed Your Majesty's health; I deserve to die a thousand deaths."

After speaking, Gu Yao didn't look at Xi Yue, maintaining his bowing and kneeling posture.

Xi Yue stared blankly at his hand that Gu Yao had slapped away, frozen in mid-air, looking pitiful and pathetic, his eyes filled with an unfathomable expression.

Upon hearing Gu Yao's words, he slightly curved his lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and he subtly withdrew his hand into his sleeve.

"It's alright. In that case, Minister Gu should go back to the manor to rest today. Minister Gu is a pillar of our Great Xuan, so you must take good care of your health."

Upon hearing Xi Yue's reply, Gu Yao expressed his gratitude and got up to leave.

Their steps were hurried and disorderly as they left.

Xi Yue stared at Gu Yao's departing figure for a long time, looking at the empty hall, before finally speaking.

"Yingyi, follow Le'an and see why he is behaving so strangely today."

A figure hidden in the shadows clasped his hands in a fist salute and silently departed.