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

His coffin still sits in the main hall of the Prime Minister's residence, with Le'an lying inside as if asleep.

It's definitely time to take a break.

He has been working hard for me and for this great Xuan for a long time.

He's such a lazy person, even though.

Large chunks of ice froze his lips purple, but Xi Yue stubbornly guarded his mangled body, refusing to allow anyone to touch him.

It's so cold!

The cold was so intense that it seemed to seep into one's very bones. In a daze, he remembered that Gu Yao had been kneeling outside the palace for two hours.

Is it this cold too?

Even as he passed out, he was still thinking this.

It's not bad that he can go to Le'an to apologize.

I just hope he walks slowly and doesn't drink the Meng Po soup so soon.

Never mind, it's alright if he walks faster, I will catch up with him.

In the end, Xi Yue woke up in his own palace.

Mu Chun stood by, tears streaming down her face, urging him to take care of himself and to accept his loss.

But how can we accept this loss and move on?

It was he who personally killed Le'an.

Such a gentle person should have lived a peaceful and long life.

Lying in bed, Xi Yue felt that everything was far away from him. He couldn't hear any sound from the outside world, and all he could hear in his mind was the scene from that day.

He curled his fingers, the sensation of his clothes brushing against his palm still vivid, the shock of seeing his white clothes stained with blood still lingering in his mind.

Every word he said, every sentence he uttered, is etched in my heart.

With his life, he trapped Xi Yue forever in that day.

I'll never get over it in this lifetime...

When Shen Zian knelt before Xi Yue, holding the jade pendant and the letter, he didn't know how he felt.

A thousand thoughts, a mix of emotions.

But his soul was pulled back to reality, and the surrounding noise flooded his mind, gradually drowning out Gu Yao's voice in his mind.

Mu Chun burst into tears of joy, while Xi Yue just stared blankly at the jade pendant and letter in Shen Zi'an's hand.

I felt only anger.

Gu Le'an truly had a flawless plan!

The jade pendant, which should have been shattered, was now placed intact in front of him.

He felt it was really good; Gu Yao truly didn't want to owe him anything.

Even though he had already guessed the contents of the letter, he couldn't bear to let go of what he had left for himself as the last thing.

With trembling hands, he took the item from Shen Zian's hand. The jade pendant slipped and almost fell from his grasp, but Mu Chun caught it in time.

Opening the letter addressed to "Chengduan," the familiar handwriting made him feel a pang of sorrow.

No one knew what was written in the letter. After reading it, Xi Yue simply sent everyone out and stayed alone in his palace for a long time.

The next day, he seemed to have returned to normal. Only Mu Chun knew that His Majesty's soul had already gone with Lord Gu.

Later, despite the opposition of the entire court, Xi Yue issued an edict of self-reproach.

He publicly announced to the world that he had wronged loyal and virtuous people, causing the Gu family to suffer injustice.

The day the Gu family was exonerated was the day all of them, more than a dozen members, were buried.

Only Gu Yao's body remained.

The rest could only erect cenotaphs.

A family full of loyal and brave men, yet they met such a tragic end.

After the crowd dispersed, Xi Yue gently stroked the blue stone tombstone, lifted his robe, knelt down at the Gu family ancestral grave, and kowtowed three times.

Mu Chun didn't say much, but simply knelt down with Xi Yue.

In October of the third year of the Tianhe era, Qin Chang, the Vice Minister of Rites, falsely accused a loyal official of having an affair with the treacherous Prince Jing. He was dismissed from his post and sentenced to beheading.

Looking at Qin Chen's incredulous eyes, Xi Yue could clearly see the scheming and ambition in them.

It’s so dirty…

Hearing Qin Chen's pleas for mercy and wails, Xi Yue only felt that it was noisy.

too disgusting.

In the fourth year of Tianhe, on the second day of the second month, after personally plowing the fields, Xi Yue sat in the carriage on his way back, watching the people coming and going in the capital. A couple caught his eye.

The two, dressed in coarse linen clothes, were selecting hairpins at a jewelry stall. The man personally chose a plain silver hairpin for his wife. The woman blushed shyly, touching the hairpin in her hair, her eyes filled with undisguised joy. The two nestled together, their faces radiant with sweet happiness.

Watching the two walk away arm in arm, Xi Yue recalled this time two years ago when he and Le An secretly ran away from the court, dressed in coarse clothes, just like that, wandering through the market.

I wanted to buy something, but I forgot to bring my money.

The two of them had only ten copper coins between them.

Le'an spent three copper coins to buy a scrap of wood, and begged the stall owner to lend him his tools so he could carefully make himself a wooden hairpin.

It's not particularly beautiful, but it's made with care.

When he held the hairpin in front of him, his handsome and delicate face flushed slightly with shyness.

She put the wooden hairpin in her hair as if possessed, her bright eyes sparkling with joy.

Later, they also encountered that fraudulent Taoist priest.

Some funny things happened.

Thinking of this, Xi Yue chuckled, told the driver to stop the carriage, and decided to go to the market alone.

The market was bustling with activity, and the crowds were lively and bustling. Everything in sight was lively and bustling.

But all of this has nothing to do with the invasion of Yue.

He seemed to exist outside of this world.

Suddenly, a familiar voice reached my ears.

Xi Yue looked up and saw that it was the swindler Taoist priest.

Seeing someone familiar, even if they were a fraud, made Xi Yue feel somewhat happy.

It was as if... it was as if... finally someone had witnessed all the joy he and Le'an shared.

He was no longer the only one indulging in memories.

He also wanted to know what divination result Le'an had given him that made him look so unpleasant last time.

He strode forward and tossed a silver ingot onto the table.

The Taoist priest picked up the silver, his eyes gleaming. He rubbed his hands together, a fawning smile playing on his lips. "What would this young master like to consult..."

Halfway through his sentence, the Taoist priest saw Xi Yue's face clearly, and his smile froze for a moment.

Looking at Xi Yue and then at the silver on the table, he pushed the silver back with a pained expression.

"Young master, I cannot calculate what you wish to calculate."

With a calm expression, Xi Yue grabbed the Taoist's hand and sat down in front of him.

How do you know you can't calculate it if you haven't tried?

The Taoist priest, unable to move because of Xi Yue's grip, also became angry.

"You just want to know what divination that young master performed last time, right? Prying into the secrets of the dead will shorten your lifespan."

The Taoist priest's cloudy eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he stared intently at Xi Yue.

Xi Yue was greatly surprised, and his gaze towards the Taoist priest changed.

How could he know about Le'an...?

After pondering for a while, he looked up at the Taoist priest, his tone filled with an unyielding stubbornness.

"I would like to know."

The Taoist priest sighed, opened his tattered cloth bag, and carefully picked out a green strip from a pile of rags, handing it to Xi Yue.

Seeing that Xi Yue was staring at him without moving, the Taoist smiled, his face unfathomable, "These are all secrets that people who have had their fortunes told by me want to keep hidden."

Upon hearing this, Xi Yue didn't ask any further questions; he had no interest in other people's secrets.

Unfurl the green cloth; it bears only one sentence: "The moon in the sea is the moon in the sky; the person before me is the person in my heart."

Xi Yue was stunned, which was both expected and unexpected.

This is just a normal marriage divination, so why did Le'an look so unwell at the time?

The Taoist priest had already packed up his belongings. Seeing Xi Yue's dazed expression, he sighed and finally spoke to answer Xi Yue's question.

“This is his divination for marriage, but I warned that young master at the time, ‘Trying to catch the moon in the sea is very unlucky, you are likely to drown and die a bad death.’ He just told me, ‘Follow your heart, and you will not regret it even if you die nine times.’”

At this point, the Taoist priest sighed again, his voice filled with regret, "He was one of the most insightful people I've ever met in my life, and he also had great merits to perform for the world. He should have had a smooth life, but he was consciously and deliberately indulging in the word 'love.' Now it seems that this ominous divination has indeed come true."

Xi Yue gripped the strip of cloth tightly in his hand, his heart filled with unbearable sorrow.

Would you really die for it?

But am I worth it?

It's probably not worth it...

Before leaving, the Taoist priest looked back at Xi Yue, who was heartbroken, sighed resignedly, and decided to offer a word of advice.

After all, this person has the fate of all the people on his shoulders.

"Your Majesty, do not disappoint Young Master Gu's expectations."

The voice, though distant, was clear and precise, accurately bringing Xi Yue back to her elusive senses.

Looking up, the Taoist priest had already vanished.

In April of the fourth year of the Tianhe era, the Edict of Grace was implemented, and the newly formed power of Prince Jing and Prince Yu was dismantled from within by their own sons, rendering them powerless.

Without losing a single soldier, the attack on Yue resolved the internal troubles of Da Xuan.

Everyone praised Xi Yue's wisdom; this time, no one could stand in his way, and everyone would only remember this wise ruler.

With the three-year national mourning period over, it's time for talent shows.

Watching a group of people, all of whom were already grandfathers, righteously and earnestly urge him to participate in the talent show.

They say they are doing this to produce offspring for the royal family and ensure the continuation of their lineage.

In reality, it was all about sending eligible girls from their families into the palace, hoping to secure a prosperous future for their clan for the next hundred years.

The scheming and excitement in their eyes only disgusted Xi Yue. Only when his fingertips caressed the cool jade did Xi Yue feel a little more at ease.

Suppressing the violence in his heart, he looked at the group of old men arguing heatedly below with a cold smile, as if they were a bunch of clowns.

The person in question remained silent for a long time, so their antics were futile.

Seeing that everyone had gradually quieted down, Xi Yue finally spoke, "Have you all finished arguing? If you have, then let's adjourn the court. Next month, during the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, all members of the royal family should bring their intelligent descendants."

With just one word, the audience immediately fell silent, no longer urging Xi Yue to participate in the selection.

The royal relatives who had been arguing the loudest moments before, now quiet as chickens, no longer urging Xi Yue to select a concubine.

If you can make your own child the heir, why send your own daughter into the cannibalistic palace?

The others wanted to offer their opinions, but were too intimidated to speak after being swept over by Xi Yue's cold gaze.

Xi Yue has accumulated considerable power over the past two years.

Last time, an official who embezzled subsidies was executed in the imperial court.

There was not a single unnecessary delay.

They weren't even given a chance to argue.

The sight of the head rolling off and blood flowing everywhere left a deep impression on everyone.

A few timid people were so frightened that they collapsed on the spot.

From that moment on, everyone knew that this new emperor was not someone to be trifled with.

They then remembered that this was a ruthless character who dared to directly kill a prince during a palace coup.

In fact, in the past two years, Gu Yao has been in control of the government, and Xi Yue's temper has not been revealed.

Now they see the whole picture, but do they dare to speak up?

In the past, Gu Yao could still offer some advice, but now, the only ones who dare to challenge Xi Yue are those old fools in the Censorate who are not afraid of death and keep shouting about remonstrating to the death.

That leaves only Prince Yi.

Prince Yi rarely attended court. Every time he did, he would speak sarcastically to His Majesty. Many times, he would turn and leave before His Majesty could speak, as if he was holding back a grudge and deliberately going against His Majesty.

Such behavior, if severely punished, would be enough to teach him a lesson for his great disrespect.

His Majesty never reprimanded him, and even increasingly valued Prince Yi.

Outsiders might not understand, but those involved knew that Xi Yunzhou was standing up for Gu Yao.

Xi Yue felt that it was good that someone was scolding him on his behalf.

What I fear most is that everyone will forget about him.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Xi Yue selected several promising children to stay in the palace for education.

She is still young, but intelligent and quick-witted, and should not rely on her mother's family.

Mu Chun followed a step behind Xi Yue, watching him walk towards the Osmanthus Pavilion again, and sighed almost imperceptibly.

His Majesty still can't let go.

Wine and dishes had already been laid out in the pavilion, still the sweet and non-intoxicating osmanthus wine, but now only Xi Yue was drinking alone under the moon.

If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk.

Wine enters the sorrowful heart, turning into tears of longing.

The only bright moon shines in the tranquil night sky.

Xi Yue looked up at the bright moon, his eyes misty, tears welling in his eyes, and his voice was low, "Mu Chun, my mother said that her beloved is like the bright moon in the sky. Even if she can't touch him, just knowing that he is there will bring her joy. So where is my joy?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Chun felt a pang of sorrow. All of His Majesty's joy in his life had gone with Lord Gu.

He stood aside watching Xi Yue, the moonlight shining on him, casting a cold and desolate glow on his body.

At this moment, Xi Yue was not a supreme emperor, but merely a disillusioned man.

It was on this night, when only the master and servant were there, that Mu Chun learned about Xi Yue's birth mother.

Xi Yue's birth mother, Xu, had a childhood sweetheart who served as a guard in the imperial palace. They were very close and grew up together, relying on each other for survival.

If it weren't for the accident caused by Emperor Xuan while he was drunk, they should have gotten married when Lady Xu left the palace at the age of twenty-five.

They may not become incredibly wealthy, but they will live a simple life together, sharing ordinary meals and supporting each other throughout their lives.

However, the Xu family had a succession to Yue.

She struggled with the decision for a long time, but ultimately came to this cannibalistic palace for the sake of the child in her womb.

To earn a legitimate status for their child.

That guard never married.

After Xu entered the palace, she requested to go to the border, where she eventually died on the battlefield where the yellow sand filled the sky.

At this point, Xi Yue paused, his expression pained. He reached for the jade pendant at his waist as if grasping at a lifeline, and continued, "She was a very gentle person, never wallowing in self-pity, and never regretting the decisions she made. It's just..."

But this deep palace is too bitter...

At this point, Xi Yue choked up and could no longer continue.

Memories I thought I had forgotten were all revitalized and renewed at this moment.

It was a snowy night when a woman carefully handed over a cool jade pendant to her.

Her face was deathly pale, yet a relieved and serene smile graced her gentle and serene countenance.

"Yue'er, in the future, when you meet someone you like, you must never hurt their feelings."

It's not easy to meet someone you like in your lifetime. Now that Mother is going to find my Mingyue, you must take good care of yourself..."

But Mother, where is my bright moon?

Xi Yue clutched the jade pendant tightly in his hand, like a dying man grasping at the last thread of life.

Desperate yet persistent.

I want to relieve the excruciating pain in my heart.

But it was to no avail.

The cool touch of the jade on your fingertips is exactly the same as that of white jade.

It just won't warm up no matter what I do.

Just like those hands on that winter night.

It was just as cold.

Xi Yue looked up, large tears rolling down her cheeks, a dull, suffocating pain in her heart.

The full moon hung high in the sky, but he felt only sorrow and coldness in his heart.

This is not my moon.

Where is my bright moon?

So, my bright moon has already fallen...

But I cannot go to him.

Now I have nothing left again.

The pure and intense love she once received vanished like a bubble with Gu Yao's departure.

His heart was buried with his coffin.

All that remains is this walking corpse, wandering alone in the world.

He desires a prosperous and peaceful world, with all nations coming to offer their congratulations. How could I bear to refuse him again?

How could I bear to hurt him again?

If this is your wish, then I will grant it.

A gentle breeze, carrying the fragrance of flowers, completely carried away the joys and sorrows of an emperor's life.

He wants me to be a wise and benevolent ruler of a prosperous era, and I will do my best to fulfill that wish.

He has no right, nor can he act willfully.

Gu Yao's letter became a shackle for half his life.

It also took away all the joy of his life.

Knowing full well that this was his scheme, she still indulged in it willingly.