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

When Gu Yao saw that person again, his state of mind was different.

Looking at Xi Yue sitting on the couch by the window, he knew that what Qin Chang had said was true. The unfinished game from earlier was still on the low table.

Gu Yao's eyes stung with tears. He didn't know how they had gotten to this point. He had helped Xi Yue before, but now Xi Yue was asking him to spare his parents and relatives.

Suppressing his surging emotions, Gu Yao gritted his teeth and knelt down. His legs, which had been soaked in the cold rain for an hour, were pierced by sharp, needle-like pain, which made Gu Yao's face turn pale.

He considered himself a very patient person, but he almost cried out in pain, biting his lip to barely swallow the groan.

After a moment, Gu Yao's voice became calm, "Your Majesty, this humble subject pays his respects."

Xi Yue stared at the unfinished game on the chessboard, seemingly oblivious to Gu Yao's voice. He held a chess piece, frowning and deep in thought for a long time before finally placing it. Seeing Gu Yao kneeling on the ground, he gave a wicked smile. "Minister Gu, this game is excellent. I pondered for a long time before finding a way to break it. You've been kneeling for quite a while now. Rise."

Kneeling on the hard, cold ground for a long time, Gu Yao felt that his legs had gone numb. He managed to stand up by using his hands for support, but his body was somewhat unsteady.

Xi Yue narrowed his eyes, frowning as he looked at Gu Yao's pale, bloodless face.

Is Gu Yao still not better?

Why is she so much thinner now?

Gu Yao looked up and was caught off guard by Jin Xiyue's seemingly pitying gaze, but he dared not harbor any further hopes.

An emperor's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.

He couldn't figure it out, dared not guess, and didn't want to guess anymore.

Sure enough, Xi Yue seemed to have thought of something, and the next second his eyes turned cold, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips. "Minister Gu, you've come to talk to me about the Gu family today, right? If you want to plead for mercy, then go outside and kneel for two hours. Maybe then I'll be kind enough to let the rest of the Gu family go."

An emperor who holds the power of life and death can decide the fate of a family with a single, casual remark.

The emperor, who used to feign politeness in front of Gu Yao, now fully reveals the malice hidden beneath his disguise.

Gu Yao had known this would be the outcome, but when he heard Xi Yue's words, he still felt a sense of sorrow, like the saying "the rabbit mourns the fox's death."

He didn't know where Xi Yue's hatred for him came from.

Does he hate himself that much?

Is it just to make room for that Lord Qin?

Is it because Gu Yao is in his way that he holds this position, second only to the emperor?

Or was it because the Gu family's achievements overshadowed the master and threatened his position?

Or perhaps, it was all a pretense from the very beginning.

Gu Yao couldn't understand it.

The more he thought about it, the heavier his heart became.

It should have been recognized long ago, shouldn't it?

Xi Yue and Ling Jiu are fundamentally different people.

Ling Jiu was just a facade he was putting on, but he fell head over heels for her.

He couldn't tell whether it was the gentle Ling Jiu, Cheng Duan, or the current Emperor of Da Xuan, Xi Yue, who stirred his heart.

Perhaps things have changed long ago.

It's just that I'm unwilling to admit it.

When he first met Prince An, they would talk at length about the state of the world, current affairs, politics, people's livelihood, and national sentiment.

More mature than when they were younger.

He could discuss the people's livelihood and the country with the down-on-his-luck Prince An, Xi Chengduan, and chat about family matters with Ling Jiu, whose origins were unknown.

But he could no longer speak freely with an emperor.

Gu Yao was very clever; he knew the difference between a ruler and his subjects.

Even if the Gu family had rendered great service in supporting the emperor, they were still subjects of the emperor.

They are ruler and subject, and will only ever be ruler and subject.

He will have three palaces and six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines in the future.

He never asked for much; he didn't aspire to cross any boundaries. He simply hoped to assist Xi Yue in this position and fulfill his duty as a subject.

To help him become a wise and benevolent ruler of a prosperous era, so that his name can be recorded in history.

But now, just over two years later, things have changed drastically.

Gu Yao lowered his eyes and did not answer. Xi Yue thought he was unwilling and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

Yes, how could the upright and virtuous Prime Minister Gu be willing to be humiliated like this?

Seeing Gu Yao's pale face, he sighed and was about to say forget it when he saw Gu Yao raise his head, his starry eyes shining with an indomitable light.

His voice was slightly hoarse, but firm and resonant.

"Your humble servant has not come today to plead for mercy. I am innocent, and the Gu family is innocent as well!"

"Your Majesty, I merely feel that the arrest warrant is inappropriate. The matter is not yet settled; how can one use an arrest warrant for a guilty person to paint portraits of one's father and mother?"

Upon hearing this, Xi Yue's expression, which had just softened, turned cold again. His gaze towards Gu Yao was devoid of any warmth, and his face was filled with sneer, "Heh, the Gu family is truly unyielding!"

Gu Yao, however, abandoned his previous submissive demeanor, his brows furrowing with an unusual stubbornness. "My Gu family has maintained its integrity for a hundred years. How can we suffer such an insult?"

His voice trembled slightly, as if from anger. His agitated emotions brought a flush to his pale face, making him look exceptionally alluring.

Xi Yue's eyes darkened, his face still showing that nonchalant expression, but his words were exceptionally cold, "Since you have a request of me, then go outside and kneel down."

Gu Yao looked at Xi Yue as if he were looking at a stranger.

Perhaps he really never knew him.

It turns out they never really had any feelings for each other; it was all just wishful thinking on his part.

Lowering his gaze, Gu Yao didn't argue, and silently dragged his feet out.

Even with slow and heavy steps, his back remained straight.

Just like the unyielding spirit of the Gu family.

After punishing Gu Yao, Xi Yue felt no satisfaction, only a tightness in his chest.

Just now, Gu Yao's heartbroken gaze, the light deep in his eyes shattered and turned to ashes, his bright starry eyes became dull and lifeless. That deathly look made Xi Yue feel that he had done something wrong, as if he was about to completely lose something important.

The rain outside was still pouring down, but Gu Yao didn't stop. He walked into the rain, lifted his robe, and knelt down.

Mu Chun hurriedly opened an umbrella and shielded Gu Yao from the sun. "Oh dear, Lord Gu, your health is already poor. What if kneeling like this causes something bad to happen to you?"

Gu Yao pushed the umbrella handle away, a gentle smile on his lips, and shook his head. "Steward Mu, you don't need to worry about me. Now that I've been disliked by His Majesty, and you're serving in the Imperial Court, don't let me implicate you."

Upon hearing this, Mu Chun felt even more bitter, but Xi Yue summoned him to come in and serve him.

Gritting her teeth, Mu Chun still called over a eunuch to hold an umbrella for Gu Yao before returning to serve His Majesty.

Gu Yao didn't try to persuade him further. With the rain so heavy, he figured it wouldn't matter whether he used an umbrella or not, he was still kneeling.

To create a festive atmosphere, Gu Yao even had 0529 play a clip of a tragic rain scene from a TV drama.

What about Ruoxi and Fourth Master, Shen Wei seeking medicine, Dou Dou seeking Tong Bo in the rain to verify his sincerity, Haitang being murdered and vowing revenge in grief, Tianqi being taken away and A Xing chasing the car in the rain, Xiao Qiu being heartbroken and pushing Li Chuan down in the rain, etc.

All kinds, a wide variety, everything you could want.

Among them was even the transformation of Consort Xian into a villain, which Gu Yao found very satisfying and particularly fitting.

He feels like he's turning to the dark side.

This rain is really cold!

These bluestone bricks are really hard!

Two hours, four hours! That's a long time to watch a video, so there needs to be some atmosphere.

Even though he was kneeling in the rain, Gu Yao's back remained straight.

Like a straight green bamboo standing tall in the cold wind.

The torrential rain could not break its unyielding spirit.

As night fell, the rain gradually stopped, and a chill slowly crept up my spine.

Gu Yao looked at the little eunuch who had been accompanying him the whole time; his clothes were all wet.

He sighed, "You should leave. The rain has stopped. You don't need to suffer with me any longer."

As he spoke, Gu Yao slipped some silver coins to the little eunuch, saying, "Go back and take this money to the Imperial Kitchen to ask for a bowl of ginger soup. Don't catch a cold and cause trouble, or you'll be punished."

The voice was gentle yet helpless, and Xiao Tai's eyes welled up with tears.

He voluntarily sold himself into the palace during a famine to save his younger siblings. Over the years, he has met many people, but no one has ever cared about the life or death of a mere eunuch like him.

Gu Yao turned his gaze back, his voice ethereal, "Let's go."

The young eunuch clutched the loose silver in his hand, said nothing more, bowed to Gu Yao, and turned to leave.