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

Gu Yao gritted his teeth, jumped onto the table, and overturned the bowls and plates on the table. He then swatted away the wine glass in Ming Huaijin's hand with a paw.

The way he stood on the table was incredibly arrogant.

The look in his eyes as he glanced at Ming Jingcheng and Ming Huaili was filled with disdain, as if to say,

—Everyone here is trash!

His posture was incredibly arrogant.

Ming Huaijin looked at Gu Yao's abrupt table-flipping gesture with a sense of helplessness.

I just found his tantrums incredibly cute.

Ming Dynasty, Gu Yao, with eight hundred layers of filters, and Huai Jin.

Even if Gu Yao were to kill someone right now, he would first worry about whether Gu Yao's hand would hurt.

He knew there was something wrong with the wine, but it shouldn't be fatal.

Moreover, he always carries antidote pills with him; while they may not cure all poisons, they can cure most.

But I never expected the little fox to follow me secretly and react so strongly.

Although his plans were disrupted by the little fox, he felt inexplicably happy.

Although he was happy inside, Ming Huaijin wouldn't show it on his face; outwardly, he remained as still as a mountain.

Since we can't maintain a facade of peace, let's just break off all pretense.

Ming Huaijin looked at Ming Jingcheng and Ming Huaili, whose faces were ashen, and sneered inwardly, no longer wanting to continue the act.

He didn't want his little fox to suffer any injustice.

He reached out and picked up his little fox, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the soup and water off its four paws.

The movements were delicate and gentle.

They completely ignored the ashen faces of the other two.

The palace servants tried their best to minimize their presence, shrinking themselves into a ball, afraid of being caught in the crossfire of the war between the three masters.

Such a battle is not something ordinary people like them can get involved in.

After carefully sheltering the white fox in his arms, Ming Huaijin finally looked up at Ming Jingcheng opposite him, gave a perfunctory bow, and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"My little Bai is being unreasonable, so we can't drink today. I'll take my leave now."

Ming Jingcheng wanted to keep the person, but Ming Huaijin didn't give him a chance and left with the white fox without waiting for a reply.

His posture was so elegant!

Ming Jingcheng's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. He overturned everything else on the table and threw it to the ground.

"You unfilial son! You are truly an unfilial son! You wretched child! How dare you act so recklessly! You should have strangled him back then!"

Ming Huaili's expression was also not good, but he stood there without daring to show it too much.

After venting his emotions, Ming Jingcheng calmed down a bit.

When he looked up again, his face was filled with madness.

Thinking of his backup plan, a smile involuntarily crept onto his face, his tone sinister and dangerous, "Originally, I only intended to ruin his reputation, but since he insists on courting death, then don't blame me for being ruthless as his father!"

Ming Huaijin carried the little fox away, faintly hearing the clattering sound of porcelain shattering, mixed with Ming Jingcheng's furious roar, but his heart remained completely unmoved.

Instead of wasting time worrying about unimportant people and things, you'd be better off spending more time looking at your own little fox.

It seems I've upset him again.

How should I appease them this time?

The shrewd Prince Ping looked at the little fox who refused to communicate and let out a helpless sigh.

Let's go back and have the kitchen prepare some late-night snacks to appease them.

Even after leaving the palace, Gu Yao's unease did not lessen in the slightest. He knew that the system's words meant that something else was going to happen tonight.

When Gu Yao saw the maid bring in two bowls of sweet soup, he knew that there must be something wrong with the sweet soup.

I just don't know how that old emperor managed to poach her.

They actually managed to turn the people in Ming Huaijin's residence against him.

Looking at the two exquisite bowls of sweet soup, Gu Yao sighed inwardly. In the end, he still had to leave.

Let him see if Ming Huaijin and Lin Ji are really the same person.

Ming Huaijin brought over the sweet soup, blew on it to cool it down, and placed it near the little fox's mouth, a gentle smile on his face.

Looking at that smile, which was clearly so friendly, Gu Yao felt a chill run down his spine.

He even had a video in his mind: Ming Dynasty Pan Jinlian Huaijin holding a bowl and looking at him.

Her voice was gentle yet deadly.

"Brother, it's time to take your medicine."

This thought sent a chill down Gu Yao's spine.

Shaking off the goosebumps on his body, Gu Yao looked at Ming Huaijin with a touch of heartache.

If he knew that the sweet soup he personally fed him had cost him his life, he would feel very guilty and remorseful.

I actually quite like him.

Sigh, it's all because of the pressures of life.

Gu Yao finished the sweet soup that Ming Huaijin had sent, spoonful by spoonful, and smacked his lips as if he wanted more.

This poison must be colorless and odorless.

It didn't affect the taste of the sweet soup at all.

The soup in this little kitchen is still so delicious!

Seeing Gu Yao's lazy, satisfied expression, Ming Huaijin couldn't help but laugh out loud and reached out to touch Gu Yao's slightly bulging belly.

The little fox seemed to enjoy its meal.

Ming Huaijin picked up his bowl, about to eat, when Gu Yao, who had rushed into his arms, knocked him off balance. The exquisite porcelain bowl made intimate contact with the floor tiles and died instantly.

The culprit who threw the tantrum showed no remorse whatsoever, and even rolled over in the other person's arms, contentedly preparing to go to sleep.

Ming Huaijin looked at the sleepy little fox without any displeasure. He simply called for a servant to clean up the mess.

He knew that he had angered the little fox by attending the treacherous banquet today, so it wouldn't hurt to let him vent his anger.

Anyway, he didn't really like sweet things, but Gu Yao did, so he always indulged him a little.

Ming Huaijin took off his coat, hugged the white fox, and lay down on the bed. Feeling its gentle breathing, he felt a peace of mind he had never experienced before.

That heart, adrift like a dandelion, found a peaceful haven at this moment.

The dark heart, which had been consumed by hatred since childhood, finally found its own sun.

A flower blossoms amidst the devastation.

In the following days, Ming Huaijin was busy handling Ming Jingcheng's funeral arrangements and purging the court. He was so busy that he barely had time to breathe. Every time Gu Yao saw him, he could only catch a fleeting glance.

The household was also busy preparing for their prince's upcoming ascension to the throne. When they saw the white fox sunbathing in the courtyard, they assumed he was just as lazy as before and didn't want to move, so no one paid any attention to him.

Gu Yao felt the warm sunlight on his body, but it couldn't dispel the chill that emanated from within.

He knew it was today.

This body is already at its last gasp.

If Ming Huaijin doesn't return, then he might only find his own corpse.

Gu Yao sighed and huddled even closer into the warm, thick blanket.

Even though her consciousness was fading, she stubbornly refused to close her eyes. Her emerald eyes were fixed on the direction of the courtyard gate, as if she were waiting for someone.

He really wanted to say a proper goodbye to Ming Huaijin.

From the perfect midday sun to the falling snowflakes as the sun moved westward, the person I longed to see still did not appear.

Even though Gu Yao's will was firm, his body's instinctive reaction was constantly pushing his consciousness into a bottomless black hole. Two light snowflakes fell on his half-closed eyelids, as if they were being pressed down by a thousand-pound weight.

The first snow of the year has arrived in Beijing, but the person I'm waiting for still hasn't come.

Gu Yao sighed inwardly.

Ultimately, I must leave without saying goodbye.

Just as those emerald eyes were about to close, a figure in blue appeared at the courtyard gate.

Gu Yao struggled to lift her eyelids and glanced at him, her eyes filled with grievance and reproach.

Why are you only coming back now? I've been waiting for you for so long.