Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Boss Pretends to Be Well After He's Gone Mad

The methods used within the palace have always been filthy; some people want both military power and the young emperor's life.

Zhao Bai said, "If someone really wants to harm His Majesty, then the Crown Prince's arrival in the capital at this time will likely make it difficult for him to escape."

Looking back now, the imperial decree bestowing this marriage upon us came at a very inopportune time.

If His Majesty were to pass away, the person behind the scenes would be even less likely to let the Crown Prince go easily.

Yuan Huan rubbed his fingertips and said nonchalantly, "This capital city can't hold me back."

Those who wanted to confine him in the capital were simply wary of Kitahara, fearing that he would seize power and then rise up in the chaos.

"Then, how much longer can that person live?" Le Yuan, a rough man, couldn't help but sigh, as if regretting the glimpse of the emperor's face he had accidentally caught outside the palace: "What a pity, she looked quite... but she was destined to die young."

They had spent years in the army and were used to seeing the men of the Northern Plains, all of whom were tall and strong. They had never seen a young man as handsome as His Majesty.

It looked so clean from a distance, completely unlike the licentious image in the rumors.

Yuan Huan pursed his thin lips and swept his cold gaze over him.

Le Yuan immediately fell silent.

The following day, Jiang Xiyu went to Fengqi Palace to discuss Yuan Huan's refusal to marry with the Empress Dowager.

The Empress Dowager sat on the chaise longue. Upon hearing that Yuan Huan had refused the marriage proposal, she was not too surprised. She simply asked with concern, "I heard that His Majesty summoned the imperial physician yesterday. Is he feeling well?"

Jiang Xiyu coughed lightly, then said to the Empress Dowager, "It's because your son is useless; this body... cough cough..."

Before he could finish speaking, he coughed as if he couldn't breathe.

The chief eunuch quickly stepped forward to rub his back, his eyes filled with tears as he replied on his behalf, "Your Majesty, His Majesty's cold has not yet subsided. The imperial physicians advised His Majesty to rest more, but His Majesty felt that matters could not be delayed and insisted on coming despite his illness..."

The Empress Dowager gently covered her mouth and nose with her handkerchief and said softly, "Your Majesty is very kind. Right now, it's most important to recover your health. As for other matters, we will decide on them after I discuss them with the Prime Minister."

Jiang Xiyu then stood up with the help of the chief eunuch and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Mother."

The Empress Dowager hummed in agreement.

After the emperor was helped away, the empress dowager ordered all the maids in the palace to leave.

Hua Qing, the chief eunuch, stepped forward to help her up.

The Empress Dowager glanced at the bright red nail polish on her finger and said, "This child has been weak since childhood. When Consort Ya gave birth to him and his sister, they were born prematurely. In addition, he has become increasingly outrageous in recent years, indulging in wine and women every day. No matter how much we try to raise him, he will never have a healthy body."

"If he doesn't have a healthy body, how can he bear the weight of this vast empire of Daliang?" The Empress Dowager took a few steps and sighed, "In the end, it's up to him to bear it. How long can I possibly help him?"

"Now that power has fallen into the wrong hands, the Northern Plains are about to be renamed Yuan, and I am truly worried."

Hua Qing bowed and said, "Your Majesty need not worry. Whether this marriage succeeds or fails, it is entirely under your control."

"I hope so." The Empress Dowager narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly and said, "In a few days, summon Ronghua to the palace."

"Yes."

……

Jiang Xiyu had barely caught her breath in the sedan chair after leaving Fengqi Palace.

On the way back to Xuanzheng Hall, I encountered many beautiful women who came to meet me by chance.

The harem is without a mistress, yet it boasts three thousand beauties.

The concubines all hoped to sit on that position, and with the Empress Dowager's repeated hints, they also understood that the prerequisite for sitting on the throne was to bear the emperor's child.

So, taking advantage of His Majesty's departure from the Empress Dowager's palace today, they all used every trick in the book on the palace road.

The dazzling array of flowers was overwhelming, and Jiang Xiyu, resting her chin on her hand, looked weary as she gazed at them.

After the two beauties were punished, the road back to Xuanzheng Hall finally became quiet.

As soon as Jiang Xiyu arrived at the entrance of Xuanzheng Hall, a palace attendant stepped forward to announce, "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister has arrived."

Presumably because of Ronghua's kidnapping of Xie Chenyao, Jiang Xiyu rubbed his temples and pondered how to explain to the Prime Minister as he walked in.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." The middle-aged man in purple robes bowing was Xie Chenyao's father, Xie Cheng, the most respected official among the scholars of Liang.

"Prime Minister, please rise quickly," Jiang Xiyu said, reaching out to help him up.

Unexpectedly, this gesture left Xie Cheng feeling flattered and overwhelmed.

Upon seeing Jiang Xiyu's pale face, he couldn't help but ask her a couple of questions with concern.

Jiang Xiyu said she was fine and asked him why he had come.

Xie Cheng then got straight to the point about Yuan Huan's marriage to Princess Ronghua, but after talking for a long time, he didn't mention the fact that his own son had been forcibly taken away.

Jiang Xiyu couldn't help but wonder if Xie Chenyao hadn't let him know?

Seeing that he was distracted, Xie Cheng raised his voice slightly: "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince's disobedience is a capital offense."

Jiang Xiyu raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Of all the officials in the court, who dared to sentence Yuan Huan to death?

If Yuan Huan dies in the capital, Beiyuan will surely rebel.

His head, the emperor's, will soon be divided again.

Jiang Xiyu knew that the Prime Minister was just saying it, but disobeying the imperial decree would indeed damage the face of the imperial family.

We need to find a way that will neither anger Kitahara nor offend the ministers.

Jiang Xiyu lowered his eyes and humbly asked, "In your opinion, Prime Minister, how should he be punished?"

The Prime Minister said sternly, "Remove him from his post and keep him in the capital."

The dismissal was a show for the ministers; the real purpose was to trap Yuan Huan, this eagle, in the capital.

Yuan Huan earned his position through military merit. After his dismissal, he was left with only the title of Prince of Beiyuan. The 100,000 troops under his command, which did not belong to Beiyuan, should naturally belong to the imperial court.

Before he succeeded as the King of Beiyuan, as long as he remained in the capital, Beiyuan would certainly not act rashly.

Jiang Xiyu looked at the Prime Minister and asked, "How long will you stay?"

If no deadline is given, the capital city cannot contain him.

After all, no one is willing to wait indefinitely, so of course we should give him a clear path.

Xie Cheng was surprised that he would bring this up first, and then gave a reasonable timeframe: "Three years."

Jiang Xiyu smiled and said, "Then let's do as the Prime Minister wishes."

The chief eunuch stepped forward to grind the ink, and after Jiang Xiyu wrote the imperial edict and handed it to Xie Cheng, he suddenly asked, "I wonder how the Prime Minister's young master is?"

Xie Cheng was puzzled, wondering why he had mentioned his youngest son.

Jiang Xiyu then took the initiative to tell the story of Ronghua kidnapping Xie Chenyao.

He wanted to be lenient with his confession and uphold his integrity, hoping to leave a good impression on Xie Chenyao.

Xie Cheng's face turned ashen upon hearing this, and he was so angry that his beard seemed to stand on end. He kept saying how absurd it was.

Jiang Xiyu apologized to Ronghua with a sincere attitude and assured her, "No one will know about this, teacher."

"Please don't blame Ronghua, teacher. Blame me instead."

Xie Cheng was stunned for a moment, staring at him for a long time, his hands gradually trembling.

teacher.

His Majesty called him "teacher" again.

It's been a long time since His Majesty ascended the throne; we've grown quite distant from each other.

He was entrusted with a great responsibility by the late emperor and naturally hoped that His Majesty could be a wise ruler. However, because His Majesty repeatedly refused to correct his ways and did those absurd things, the emperor and his ministers would quarrel whenever they met.

Hearing the word "teacher" again now, he couldn't help but recall the obedient prince who followed him closely, diligently studying the classics. His dignified features suddenly softened with sadness.

After becoming emperor, the child's personality changed drastically.

He painstakingly taught him, but he gradually became a thorn in the emperor's side.

Xie Cheng never blamed him. He was only thirteen years old when he ascended the throne. It was his first time being a monarch, so it was inevitable that he would make mistakes. Xie Cheng only blamed himself for not teaching him well and resented himself for failing the late emperor's trust.

In his heart, he always regarded His Majesty as a good child.

Thinking of this, Xie Cheng's usually rigid and serious expression softened.

He patted the emperor on the shoulder and said, "Your Majesty, I don't blame you."

Jiang Xiyu looked at the white hair at his temples, and after a long while, said in a hoarse voice, "Teacher, you have worked hard all these years."

"It is Xi Yu who has let you down."