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

A twist of fate, a cruel joke!

Xi Yue felt it was absurd, and his chest ached so much that he couldn't breathe.

He covered his face and looked up, chuckling softly.

While laughing, tears involuntarily streamed down my face.

He knelt before Gu Yao's bed as if in repentance or atonement, holding the hand that he could never warm, feeling the chill seeping from his bones through his fingertips into his heart.

Hearing Xi Yue's laughter from outside, Mu Chun panicked and quickly pushed open the door to go inside.

But then they saw Xi Yue kneeling by the bed, holding Gu Yao's hand.

He was both crying and laughing, appearing almost delirious.

Mu Chun was unaware of what had happened to cause Xi Yue to act this way.

"His Majesty……"

Xi Yue looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, her face streaked with tears, and a hint of helplessness and confusion in her eyes. "Mu Chun, tell me, will Le An... will Le An ever forgive me?"

Surely not.

If someone dared to treat me like this, it would be merciful not to skin me alive.

Looking at Gu Yao's bloodless face, Xi Yue felt endless sorrow.

How can I save him?

Seeing Xi Yue's posture, Mu Chun felt bad and a pang of sorrow.

He couldn't remember the last time Xi Yue cried.

He was assigned to Xi Yue's side after Xi Yue's birth mother passed away.

The last time Xi Yue cried was apparently because of An Jieyu, who was "possessed by a ghost".

When he heard that An Jieyu had committed suicide by jumping into a well.

In the flickering candlelight, he saw Xi Yue bow towards the Cold Palace, a tear sliding down his cheek.

For the next twenty years or so, Mu Chun never saw Xi Yue shed a single tear again.

He was not neglected by the late emperor, nor was he bullied by his own brothers, nor was he dismissed from his post by the late emperor after being seriously injured.

It seemed as if all his tears had been shed that night.

He has his own pride, and even if he is kicked into the mud, he will only think about climbing out of the swamp and dragging the person who kicked him down with him.

Xi Yue has a wolf-like nature in his bones.

No matter how well a wolf disguises itself, it will never turn into a dog.

Now, the once proud Xi Yue was kneeling before Gu Yao's bed, crying like a child, so helpless and bewildered.

Xi Yue didn't know how to keep the person in front of him.

Even if he was an emperor,

He is the most honorable person in the world.

He can't snatch people from the King of Hell.

His young master, his Le'an, suffered so much.

He should have, he should have... lived to be a hundred years old.

He personally cut off his path to survival.

It was he who killed his lover with his own hands.

And the hands that couldn't be warmed by the warmth were clearly telling Xi Yue that all of this was your fault.

But Xi Yue always held onto that faint hope in his heart.

He hoped that someone, whoever it was, would come to save his young master.

Thinking of this, Xi Yue gripped Gu Yao's hand tightly, feeling the faint pulse, and felt as if he had come back to life.

Mu Chun looked at the two people snuggling together, said nothing, and silently withdrew, leaving the space to the two of them.

Gu Yao's high fever lasted for nearly three days. The entire Imperial Medical Academy surrounded Xi Yue's palace for three days to study the situation. They used acupuncture combined with rare medicinal soups, pouring bowl after bowl of medicine down his throat, just to barely keep Gu Yao's life hanging by a thread.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief the moment Gu Yao groggily opened his eyes.

His head was saved for the time being.

Seeing that Gu Yao had regained consciousness, Xi Yue quickly stepped forward to help him up.

For the past three days, Gu Yao has had a persistent high fever. At night, he can only hold Gu Yao's burning body and listen to his faint heartbeat to feel a little more at ease and be able to sleep for a short while.

He was always afraid that Gu Yao would just fall asleep and never wake up again.

Thankfully, Le'an wasn't that heartless.

Xi Yue felt a lump in her throat, but she forced herself not to shed a tear.

Gu Yao seemed a little confused, as if he were dreaming.

Seeing Xi Yue step forward, she suddenly found the strength to stand up and hug Xi Yue's neck, causing him to stumble. She buried her head in Xi Yue's neck and rubbed it against him.

The movement was filled with deep attachment and unease, her body was trembling slightly, and her clear voice was tinged with sobs, somewhat soft, "Ajiu, it's so good that you're alright."

Worried words exploded in his ears, and Xi Yue felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if a hand had reached into his chest cavity and squeezed his heart tightly, making it hard to breathe.

He felt that every breath he took carried a metallic sweetness.

Feeling the dampness on his neck, Xi Yue hugged Gu Yao back, somewhat at a loss.

Even when the young master cries, he does so quietly.

His large hand gently stroked the boy's thin, bony back. He held back his tears, his voice deep and hoarse as he called out the name that had lingered in Xi Yue's heart for many years.

There was no awkwardness whatsoever; it was as if everything was perfectly natural.

"Ah Sheng, don't be afraid, we're all fine, and you'll be fine too..."

As she spoke, Xi Yue felt a stinging sensation in her nose, and tears welled up in her eyes, large drops falling onto the brocade quilt, leaving deep and shallow stains.

He knew he couldn't keep that promise.

He cut off Gu Yao's path to survival.

He also ruined the Gu family's century-old reputation.

He even killed all of Gu Yao's relatives.

Now, he dares not tell Gu Yao any of this.

He cherished this moment of warmth because he knew that once Gu Yao found out about these things, he would never forgive him.

Xi Yue held the person tightly in his arms, yet he was afraid of hurting them, so the strength in his hands was both conflicted and gentle.

The deep, soothing voice repeatedly and patiently comforted Gu Yao, so gentle and tender.

The two embraced tightly, creating a sense of peaceful tranquility.

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; only Xi Yue's low murmurs echoed.

Whether it was the overly gentle comfort, the poor health and lack of energy, or the warmth of the embrace, Gu Yao nestled in Xi Yue's arms and fell into a deep sleep.

His expression was calm and composed.

It looked as if the warmth had dispelled the nightmare.

Or perhaps, in Gu Yao's subconscious, he felt that Xi Yue's embrace was a safe place.

Xi Yue held the person in his arms with a look of pity and tenderness.

Seeing that Gu Yao was asleep, he reluctantly and gently put him down and tucked him back into the quilt.

Gazing at Gu Yaoping's peaceful and serene sleeping face, he trembled as he restrainedly placed a kiss on her relaxed brow.

I'm sorry, it's all my fault...

Silent tears slid into the brocade quilt in the darkness.

It was only early August, but several charcoal braziers had already been set up inside the palace. The eunuchs on duty were only wearing a single layer of clothing, and although they were sweating profusely from the heat, none of them dared to complain.

Even with thick blankets covering him, the room temperature was already unbearable for most people, yet Gu Yao still felt a chill and couldn't warm up no matter what he did.

Even if Xi Yue wanted to stay by Gu Yao's side all day, his status wouldn't allow him to do so.

As the king of this country, he is responsible to its people.

Moreover, the current prosperity of the Great Xuan Dynasty was planned by Gu Yao with all his heart and soul. Even if it was for Gu Yao's sake, Xi Yue knew that he could not fall.

A table was moved to sit next to the bed, and Xi Yue sat down to review the memorials. As long as he could see Gu Yao, he felt his anxious heart could be calmed down a little.

Late at night, the guards all retreated outside the palace.

Xi Yue got up from the table, took off his outer robe, and warmed himself by the stove for a while before slowly walking back to the bed, afraid of disturbing the person sleeping peacefully in bed.

He gently pulled the boy into his arms, listening to the faint yet clear heartbeat, before slowly closing his eyes.