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

Xi Yue held the person in his arms and felt that he was uncomfortable. He could feel the bones in the person's body with just a casual touch. Was the Prime Minister's mansion starving?

He felt the temperature in his arms gradually rise. Gu Yao had developed a high fever and was delirious, starting to talk nonsense.

Xi Yue frowned and quickened his pace.

Gu Yao kept repeating the same sentence, but Xi Yue couldn't hear what he was saying, only vaguely hearing the word "wine".

He was puzzled; he had never heard that Gu Yao liked drinking.

He didn't have time to think too much, carrying the person all the way back to his palace, shouting, "Someone, come quickly, summon the imperial physician!"

When Mu Chun saw Xi Yue carrying a disheveled person back, he assumed that Xi Yue had slept with someone and hurried forward, only to see Gu Yao's face as pale as a demon.

He dared not ask any more questions and quickly sent someone to fetch the imperial physician.

Looking at the familiar person on the bed, Judge Zhang dared not ask any more questions. In this palace, the way to survive is to not ask what you shouldn't ask and not look at what you shouldn't look at.

He stepped forward to take Gu Yao's pulse, and the more he took the pulse, the deeper his brows furrowed. It was clearly a pulse that indicated that Gu Yao was on his last legs. Even if a great immortal were alive, he could not save him.

He felt that he had been protecting his head with utmost care for most of his life, and now he was afraid he might not be able to keep it.

He knelt down tremblingly, "Your Majesty, Young Master Gu was born with a weak constitution and has suffered several serious injuries in recent years. His body needs to be well taken care of. In the past two years, he has been working tirelessly for the country and has been unable to sleep at night, which has gradually depleted his health. If he is well taken care of, he may be able to live for a few more years."

But he knelt in that torrential rain for a long time half a month ago, contracting a cold and suffering from a high fever for several days. It's already a miracle he survived. Now, he's been poisoned and injured so severely; I'm afraid there's no hope of recovery!

Judge Zhang explained Gu Yao's physical condition clearly and thoroughly to Xi Yue.

This person ruined his health for the sake of your empire.

You've caused someone's death again.

Don't try to pin this on me.

The words "too little, too late" struck Xi Yue's heart like a heavy hammer. He thought that the person he had been tormenting for so long had been sentenced to death.

It gave him a somewhat absurd and laughable feeling.

Gu Le'an, what is this all about?

Xi Yue was eager to deny this fact, and he said sharply, "That poison only makes people weak all over and amplifies the pain, so why would it kill him?"

Imperial Physician Zhang knelt on the ground, trembling like a leaf, his voice shaking, "Your Majesty, ordinary people will naturally be fine after taking this medicine, but Young Master Gu is already seriously ill."

This medicine amplifies the pain tenfold. Lord Gu has been pampered since childhood; enduring so many lashes is already his limit.

He had no idea where such a frail scholar got such strong endurance.

Xi Yue remained silent, his eyes heavy, as if he had lost all hope. He slumped back into the chair behind him, his voice hoarse, and asked, "Then, how much longer can he live?"

"If he takes good care of himself, he might live for three months."

Judge Zhang specifically emphasized "take good care of yourself," because if things continue as they are today, let alone three months, even three days would be a luxury.

Moreover, this three-month deadline is only the maximum expected possibility.

There's a high probability that there won't be a March.

However, Judge Zhang dared not say this to Xi Yue.

Xi Yue lowered his eyes, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

"Do everything in your power to save his life; you may use any rare medicinal herbs you desire."

Judge Zhang breathed a sigh of relief; he knew his life was temporarily saved.

"Your Majesty's decree shall be obeyed."

After saying that, Judge Zhang turned and left to prescribe medicine for Gu Yao, hoping to save the person first.

Xi Yue sat alone for a long time, while palace maids and eunuchs kept their heads down, going in and out to apply medicine, bandage, and administer medicine to Gu Yao. No one dared to offend His Majesty.

Once everyone had left, Mu Chun, who had just been organizing the palace servants to take care of Gu Yao, finally snapped out of her reverie. Looking at the motionless Xi Yue, she sighed and ordered the guards inside the hall to leave.

He stepped forward and tentatively began to speak.

"His Majesty……"

Before he could finish speaking, Xi Yue spoke first, lifting his handsome face from his hands, revealing an inescapable sense of defeat, devoid of any sense of satisfaction from his successful revenge.

He looked at Mu Chun, his voice hoarse, "Mu Chun, tell me, did I do something wrong?"

Before Xi Yue could fully turn to the dark side, Gu Yao's "helpless" statement brought him back down to earth, and now he's starting to question his life.

Mu Chun remained silent upon hearing this, unsure how to respond.

"I thought that we would be entangled with each other for a long time, torturing each other, and perhaps it would be like this for the rest of our lives."

He never imagined that Gu Yao would leave him like this.

He had no idea that Gu Yao's body was already on its last legs.

Gu Yao never showed any of this in front of him.

Maybe so...

Xi Yue reminisced about the moments they shared.

Gu Yao's unintentional cough, his increasingly thin figure, and his perpetually pale complexion...

All of this tells Xi Yue that this person is risking his life to create a peaceful and prosperous world for you.

Thinking about it this way, with so many causes and effects, and so many entanglements, it's hard to tell who owes whom more.

Xi Yue is now at a loss for what to do.

Do I hate him? It seems so.

After all that deception and fooling, all the love he received came from another person.

More than anything, she felt jealousy, jealous that someone had received Gu Yao's wholehearted love.

Xi Yue hated his deception and trickery, and was jealous of the "old friend" whose name she did not know.

At the same time, one is inevitably attracted to the Gu Yao, like mosquitoes drawn to light or moths to a flame.

He hated Gu Yao for this, yet he also loved Gu Yao for this.

My mind is a jumble of thoughts, a thousand threads I can't quite untangle.

He waved his hand, signaling Mu Chun to step back as well.

When only he and Gu Yao remained in the hall, it was so quiet that it seemed as if only their breathing could be heard.

He got up and walked to the bedside, examining the person on the bed.

Even while unconscious, his brows were furrowed, indicating he was suffering from pain.

Looking at that pale face, Xi Yue couldn't help but reach out, wanting to touch that jade-like face.

Gu Yao shook his head violently, his face filled with pain and terror, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, and he kept talking in his sleep, as if he were trapped in some kind of nightmare.

From a distance, Xi Yue only heard "wine." He frowned, leaned closer to Gu Yao's mouth, and tried to hear what he was saying.

But then I heard that familiar name.

A name that haunted his dreams for years, a name he dared to hope to hear again only in the dead of night.

"Ajiu, no...run!"

Gu Yao's voice, barely audible at this moment, overlapped with the soft, clear voice of the young master in his memory, transcending the barriers of time.

It was like a heavy hammer blow to Xi Yue's heart.

At that moment, his mind flashed back to their conversation on the Mid-Autumn Festival last time.

All the clues are now connected.

"Le'an, who is the person you love?"

“A-Jiu, it’s…A-Jiu.”

So that’s how it is, it’s actually like this!

It was never "wine," nor was it any "old friend."

For him, it was their first meeting on New Year's Eve; for Gu Yao, it was a long-awaited reunion.

Xi Yue couldn't help but want to laugh, but no joy could arise in her heart.

Only the absurd feeling of being manipulated by fate.

Is everything in the world just a series of coincidences?

Looking at Gu Yao's pale and sickly face, he felt his eyes sting and his chest feel like it was stuffed with cotton.

It's so congested.

Stifling and suffocating.

His lover had escaped the pursuit of her youth, survived the madness of a wild horse, and endured the severe injuries sustained in a palace coup. Yet now, her life was cut short by his poison pill.

Now his life is nearing its end.

He only has three months to live.

There is no such thing as anyone owing anyone anything.

He just owed Gu Yao.

It was like this when I was young, and it's still like this now.

A single, decisive blow!

There's no longer even a chance to make amends.