The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

The heavy rain continued until dawn, at which point it finally stopped.

Nangong Yu collapsed, and the guards carried him back to his room. Not long after, he developed a fever.

The guards quickly went to find a doctor.

After the doctor came to see him,

"Your Highness is harboring deep resentment. The one who tied the knot must untie it; if it's not resolved, it'll be difficult for him to recover."

After the doctor left, the guard quickly took the medicine packet to the kitchen to brew the medicine.

Half an hour later, the medicine was ready.

The guard brought the medicine to Nangong Yu's room. Nangong Yu was already sitting up, but her face was still flushed.

"Your Highness, it's time to take your medicine."

"Get lost," Nangong Yu said rudely.

The guard didn't mind. He held the medicine, looked at Nangong Yu, and said seriously,

"Your Highness, you must get better, otherwise the Princess will definitely ignore you even more if she sees you like this."

After the guard finished speaking, Nangong Yu picked up the bowl and downed it in one gulp.

The guard took the bowl away, and Nangong Yu lay down and quickly fell asleep.

When evening came, Nangong Yu woke up; his fever had subsided.

The guards brought in the food.

"Your Highness, it's time to eat. You have a fever, so you should eat something light."

Nangong Yu got out of bed, walked to the table, and sat down.

He finished his meal of congee, side dishes, and steamed buns very quickly.

After eating, Nangong Yu went out.

"I'll just walk by myself, don't follow me," Nangong Yu said to the guards as he turned around.

"Yes, Your Highness."

That's what he said, but he was still worried, so after taking the bowls and chopsticks away, he quietly followed them.

Nangong Yu arrived at the Qingfeng Prince's residence.

He wanted to knock on the door, but he didn't have the courage. After a long time, he sat down directly at the door, his eyes full of sorrow.

"Master, Nangong Yu is at the door."

To hell with death.

The Prince Qingfeng's residence had no servants, only Feige and the little guy.

After those people came to clean, Feige told them to leave.

The two had just finished eating; the little one was running around the room, while Feige sat there drinking tea.

Feige thought about it and decided that this matter should be left to the little guy to handle.

"Come here, sweetie."

"Mommy, what's wrong?" The little guy ran up to Feige.

"Nangong Yu is at the door."

What is he doing here?

Do you want to see him?

"Mom, have you lost your mind? Why would I want to see him? What's it to me?"

"My dear, that's not what Mother meant. What Mother meant was that you need to get rid of him. Besides, this is your Qingfeng Prince's residence, you are the master, right? So, this matter is entrusted to you."

"But, Mother, why don't you go? And Mother, you're mistaken, this is our Prince Qingfeng's residence,"

"Alright, we'll have him. However, Mother doesn't want to see him. You go and send him away, okay?"

“Mother, I know you hate him, and there’s no reason to forgive what he did, but I hate him too. Why should I see him? I won’t go.”

"My dear child, if you go, Mommy promises you, I'll find you a father, okay?"

"Really, Mother, you've finally agreed to find me a father?"

"Um"

"Okay, I'll go."

Feige sat there, watching the little guy run off with a patter, and laughed.

"Master, why are you making the little guy go? You can go yourself. I think the person Nangong Yu most wants to see is you."

"No way, I don't want to see him. Oh, by the way, did the original owner want a divorce?"

"Yes, Master."

"I'll get this sorted out tomorrow."

……

The little guy reached the door and flew straight outside. Since he was so small, opening the door was too much trouble, so he figured he might as well just fly out.

Seeing Nangong Yu sitting at the door, the little guy gave her a disdainful look.

"Get up, don't sit at my doorstep."

Hearing the sound, Nangong Yu looked up and saw the child—his child. He stood up and walked over. When he was about a meter away, he reached out to hug the little one, but the child took a few steps back, so he stopped.

Looking at the little guy, he asked with a smile,

"You came out alone, where's your mother?"

"None of your business," the little guy refused to answer.

Nangong Yu wasn't angry.

"May I have your name"

"none of your business"

“I am your father,” Nangong Yu explained patiently.

“Pah, my dad is on his way, but not you,” the little guy said seriously.

"Don't come here again. This is my home. You're not welcome here. Also, do you know how sad and helpless my mother must have felt all those years when you let Li Jiayi bully her, locked her in the water dungeon, and beat her?"

"I want to make it up to you," Nangong Yu said earnestly, looking at the little guy.

The little guy gave him a disdainful look.

"What's the point of making amends? It's all in the past. Time moves forward, and you can't go back. When you were bedridden, my mother took care of you with all her heart, and what did you do in return? Alright, stop being so hypocritical and pathetic. It's all unnecessary. Keep that for yourself for the New Year."

The little dumpling disappeared the moment it finished speaking.

After a while, he came back.

"Don't come anymore. I have a father, but it's not you."

The little guy flew straight to the door and sat on it; he had to wait for Nangong Yu to leave before going inside.

Nangong Yu's heart was broken. He could sense that the little guy was telling the truth; he had no chance, there was no going back.

He turned around woodenly, moving his feet like a puppet.

It started raining again, and the rain quickly soaked Nangong Yu through. Then he collapsed to the ground.

Before long, the guards ran over, carried him back,

In the Prince's Mansion

The doctor stood by Nangong Yu's bedside, shaking his head and sighing.

"Hey, what's going on? We were all better, and now we're soaked in the rain. Now look what's happened!"

"Hey"

The doctor prescribed the medicine, then picked up his medicine box and left.

The guard looked at the unconscious prince on the bed, unsure of what to say. He had overheard everything the little boy had said, and recalling those events, he also felt the prince had been wrong. He had even spoken up for the princess, only to be punished with thirty strokes of the cane. Sigh, what was the point of saying anything now…?

The little guy went back to his room.

"Mommy, he's gone. Aren't I amazing?"

"sharp,"

"Mommy, are you really going to find me a father?"

"Okay, I'll find one for you tomorrow."

"Okay, it's a deal"

The mother and son made a pinky promise, and the little guy happily climbed into bed to sleep.

After the little guy fell asleep, Feige put him in her spatial dimension and then disappeared.

Feige arrived at the Prince's mansion and ransacked the storeroom. After wandering around the mansion for a while, she found that she didn't like anything except for the items in the storeroom, so she went back.

Back at the Prince Qingfeng's residence, looking at such a large mansion with only the two of them, it might seem a bit lonely. However, Feige didn't like too many people; she found it annoying.

"Master, you can let those chickens, ducks and geese out, that would make it more lively."

"Oh right, I forgot."

So Feige released the chickens, ducks, and geese from the space.

Hehehe,

Gaa gaa gaa,

Goose, goose, goose

……

"Alright, this is your new home. You can do whatever you want, but you can't go outside, or you'll be delivering vegetables to people. Also, you can't just poop anywhere, understand?"

Goose, goose, cluck cluck, quack quack quack.

Okay, okay, okay.

Feige wandered around a few houses not far away and found them to be storage rooms, filled with a lot of straw.

"Come, come, this is your new house. You'll stay here when you're tired, sleepy, or when you lay eggs. You need to be hygienic, understand?"

Cluck cluck cluck, quack quack quack, goose goose goose

I understand, I understand, I understand

"Alright, it's too late, you guys should rest, I'm going back to sleep too."

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, I also have a son, he's 3 years old. You'll find out tomorrow."

Goose, goose, cluck cluck, quack quack quack.

Take care and don't bother seeing me off.

Goodnight.

A good night's sleep

……

Feige smiled and then left.