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

Gu Yao pulled through, and Xi Yue listened to Gu Yao's ramblings.

"Father, Mother, Brother!"

Each murmur was like a knife, cutting open the bloody reality, leaving Xi Yue with no way to escape any further.

He felt as if a large knife was hanging over his neck, waiting for Gu Yao to wake up and be judged.

Gu Yao woke up the following afternoon.

The moment he saw Xi Yue, he grabbed Xi Yue's arm and asked where his parents were.

Xi Yue paused in his hand holding the shredded pork porridge, but his face showed no sign of it. Looking at Gu Yao's expectant yet fearful expression, he coaxed her, "I haven't found your parents yet. If Le'an wants to see them, you have to get better soon. If they see you like this, they will definitely worry."

Xi Yue's voice was choked with sobs. He didn't even dare to look at Gu Yao's expression, afraid of seeing disappointment on that face.

He dared not meet those clear eyes, feeling that all his lies would be exposed.

Fortunately, Gu Yao wasn't too disappointed, and just nodded slightly, "That's true, my parents would definitely be worried if they saw me like this."

This topic seems to have been so easily dismissed.

Gu Yao did not mention anything about his parents or family again.

The two returned to their usual routine. Gu Yao seemed to have let down all her guard, and her attitude towards Xi Yue became increasingly intimate and gentle.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be "inseparable".

Xi Yue was immersed in this beautiful and illusory illusion. He could sense that Gu Yao was deliberately getting close to him with some purpose in mind.

But so what?

It was something he owed him, and even if Gu Yao wanted his life, Xi Yue wouldn't have a single complaint.

Let's just consider it an exchange of lives.

August 24th is Gu Yao's birthday.

Gu Yao was in exceptionally good spirits today. Xi Yue wanted to make the celebration more lively, but Gu Yao gently took his hand and smiled tenderly, "Your Majesty, I would like to visit the villages on the outskirts of the capital and see this peaceful and prosperous world."

Xi Yue's heart skipped a beat; he knew it was time.

What exactly is Gu Yao planning to do? Xi Yue was also somewhat curious.

He nodded, but now he couldn't bring himself to say "no" to Gu Yao.

The carriage traveled from the official road to the country lanes, and in the end, passengers had to walk to disembark.

In the fields, the golden, heavy wheat fields adorn the farmers' fields with festive attire, presenting a scene of abundant harvest.

A gust of wind blew by, creating golden waves across the wheat field and carrying the scent of wheat.

Farmers toiled in the fields, their faces glistening with sweat, yet radiating the joy of a bountiful harvest.

Gu Yao looked up and saw that the bright red persimmons by the roadside were bending the branches, looking particularly tempting.

Looking at the prosperous scene in the fields, Xi Yue felt a sense of pride and honor.

Is this what the Great Xuan Dynasty is like today?

Perhaps it was because the sun was shining warmly and the breeze was just right.

The oppressive and gloomy atmosphere of the past few days has dissipated somewhat.

Out of the corner of his eye, Xi Yue noticed Gu Yao staring intently at the persimmons on the tree. He found it amusing and sent a servant to the field to inquire whose persimmons they were, intending to buy some for Gu Yao to take back to the palace.

It's rare to see what Gu Yao wants.

When the attendant returned, he brought a man dressed in short clothes, with dark skin and a simple, honest smile on his face. When he saw Xi Yue and his group of people dressed in rich clothes that seemed out of place in the fields, he seemed a little uneasy.

Gu Yao seemed to hear something and turned to look at the two people walking towards him.

The man saw Gu Yao and his eyes lit up with joy. He immediately knelt down and said, "Lord Gu, I never thought I would see you again in my lifetime. You have done me a great favor."

Gu Yao narrowed his eyes, somewhat puzzled, unable to recall who this man was.

Instead, 0529 suddenly jumped out, holding a bag of potato chips, with candy in his mouth, mumbling incoherently.

"Oh, it's him, Host. You saved his wife before."

Upon hearing the system's explanation, Gu Yao recalled that he had indeed saved a pregnant woman when he visited the manor on the outskirts of Beijing.

Remembering this, Gu Yao smiled and asked, "How is your wife's health these days?"

The man smiled and relaxed. "Thank you for your concern, sir. My wife is now in good health. Thank you for saving her that day. It is a blessing that you like these persimmons. If you don't mind, I will pick some for you to take back."

Gu Yao shook his head, reached down to a low branch, and picked one. The red persimmon was covered with white frost and shone with a rosy glow in the sunlight, making it look exceptionally translucent.

He held a persimmon in his hand, smiled brightly in the sunlight, and his eyes shimmered with a soft, gentle light. "This is enough."

In the whisper of the wind, Xi Yue clearly heard the sound of his own heartbeat.

Each sound was so clear and urgent.

Every tremor silently speaks of the love that has accumulated over the years for Gu Yao.

Passionate yet heavy.

The man didn't say much, just smiled. Xi Yue had his servants send the man back and gave him some extra money.

Gu Yao held a persimmon in his hand, and his forehead was slightly sweaty.

The sunshine was lovely, but the sun was quite strong.

Xi Yue tenderly used his sleeve to shield the person from the sun, and the attendant quickly returned to the carriage to fetch a veil for them.

Watching Xi Yue put the veil on him with a pained expression and gently wipe the thin layer of sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, Gu Yao smiled and let him do as he pleased, without saying anything more.

It was as if nothing had happened; they were supposed to be this intimate.

"Your Majesty, let's go back. I'm a little tired."

Gu Yao's voice sounded weak. Xi Yue looked at his listless expression and felt a pang of heartache. He turned around, squatted down in front of Gu Yao, patted his own shoulder, and gestured for Gu Yao to come up.

"Today is Le'an's birthday, so you don't need to be so restrained. Besides, Le'an has also betrayed me before."

Gu Yao was taken aback; he naturally knew what Xi Yue was talking about.

He smiled in relief, said nothing more, and climbed onto Xi Yue's broad back.

Let him be willful this once.

Gu Yao wrapped her arms around Xi Yue's neck, took off her veil and hung it around her neck, then nestled her head into Xi Yue's neck, the action intimate and natural.

The two were pressed tightly together, one in green and one in white, looking exceptionally well-matched.

Xi Yue felt a little itchy from Gu Yao's breathing, but a smile involuntarily appeared on his face. He got up and walked towards the carriage, his steps slow and steady, as if he were carrying the most precious and fragile treasure in the world.

A gentle breeze lifted the white veil of their hats, causing it to flutter behind them.

Their intertwined black hair, which had been tangled in the wind, was then blown away by the wind and scattered.

The two, like an ordinary couple in love, walked away side by side in the sunlight and amidst the fragrance of wheat.

Xi Yue carefully put Gu Yao down, feeling a sense of loss.

On the carriage were white jade date cakes and almond crisps that Gu Yao had made early in the morning, a promise he hadn't kept since his youth.

On the way back, the two looked at each other in silence.

Gu Yao lifted the car curtain, turned to look outside, his heart calm and indifferent, a faint smile on his lips.

Three years will be the time for a prosperous and peaceful era.

Father and Mother, can you see this?

Upon arriving at the palace gate, Gu Yao ordered the carriage to stop and led Xi Yue up the Meridian Gate tower.

Xi Yue looked at Gu Yao with a serious and persistent gaze, as if his eyes could only hold the person in front of him.

He let Gu Yao use his power to drive everyone away, knowing that Gu Yao's purpose was probably on this city wall.

Even if Gu Yao wanted him dead now, he wouldn't even flinch.

Gu Yao seemed oblivious to Xi Yue's persistent gaze as he pointed at the people coming and going below.

Everyone has their own life.

"Your Majesty, the world is now at peace and the four seas are at tranquility. Your Majesty has not failed in your trust."

At this point, Gu Yao's originally pale face turned rosy, flushed with excitement.

Like a final burst of energy before death, his handsome face, which had lost its sickly pallor, shone brightly in the sunlight.

Deep within those eyes, a flickering firelight danced.

Bright and fiery.

Burning, sacrificing its own soul.

That is indeed the case.

Gu Jia and Gu Yao dedicated all their energy to the Great Xuan.

All the remaining sincerity was given to the person in front of me.

When he was ground up, he turned to ash, which was then scattered by the wind.

When Xi Yue saw the fire in Gu Yao's eyes, he felt a sharp pain in his heart and his throat tighten, unable to utter a single word.

"Le'an..."

I know you've never wronged me in the slightest.

I've always been the one who owes you...