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

The smile was light and faint, as if seen from beyond the clouds, and vanished into the hazy night in an instant.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes, looking down at him, not in a hurry to look away, with that ambiguous smile on her lips.

He clearly saw himself, but Yuan Huan didn't bother to pretend he didn't.

He was strong and sturdy, and in no time he leaped onto the city wall.

Jiang Xiyu clapped twice and genuinely praised, "Young Master, you have excellent skills."

The eunuch holding the lantern was startled by the sudden commotion, and the palace lantern he was carrying swayed.

The light and shadows caught the young emperor's eye, and his eyes brightened for a moment.

Yuan Huan looked closely and found that there was indeed a smile in it; the young emperor had genuinely smiled just now.

He jumped down, gave a perfunctory bow, and said, "So it's Your Majesty here. I thought the palace had been invaded."

Following his words, Jiang Xiyu innocently replied, "If it weren't for the Crown Prince coming up, I would have thought there was a thief in the palace."

Yuan Huan chuckled.

Jiang Xiyu gave a barely perceptible chuckle and said softly, "It's been a month since we last met, and the young master's injuries have healed considerably?"

Yuan Huan smiled enigmatically: "Thanks to His Majesty's blessing."

"He seems to have gotten quite a bit stronger." Jiang Xiyu rubbed his chin as he spoke, his gaze subtly sweeping over Yuan Huan's body.

Remembering something, he smiled again and asked, "Did the medicine I gave the Crown Prince work?"

Yuan Huan thought this young emperor was very wicked.

I give him a bottle of scar removal medicine every day; I don't know if I'm just bothering him.

Every time he saw the medicine brought by the eunuch, he would recall the way the young emperor looked at his body that day, and the intimate gesture he made as he sniffed his blood-stained fingertips.

Yuan Huan's expression turned cold, and he said with a forced smile, "What His Majesty bestowed upon me must have a purpose."

Jiang Xiyu moved towards him, and stopped when they were slightly apart and side by side.

His gaze fell on Yuan Huan's shoulder, and then subtly swept down over his broad back.

His gaze seemed to pierce through the clothes to see his scars, in order to confirm whether the medicine he had given him was truly effective.

The surroundings remained quiet for a while.

Yuan Huan felt the scrutinizing gaze of the person beside him, and he frowned sharply, feeling as if every pore on his body was being stimulated.

He suddenly turned his head to stare at Jiang Xiyu, his voice icy: "What does Your Majesty wish to see?"

The night was deep, but the expression in Yuan Huan's eyes was even darker.

Jiang Xiyu looked up and met his gaze. After a long while, he chuckled and asked sincerely, "If I want to see it, will the Crown Prince grant me permission?"

If Yuan Huan still couldn't see that the young emperor was flirting with him, then all these years would have been for nothing.

He lowered his brows coldly for a moment, then chuckled fiercely, "I'm afraid if I look, I'll have to pay for my eyes."

"My eyes?" Jiang Xiyu raised his fingertips and gently touched the corner of his eye, the movement as light as applying rouge. He paused for a moment, then suddenly looked at Yuan Huan and sighed, "I can't bear to part with them."

Yuan Huan was speechless after being stared at.

This young emperor always looked at him with those bright, innocent eyes, yet there was something else mixed in with those eyes, making him completely unfathomable.

Not only this time, but it was the same last time in his room; every move she made carried a strangely alluring quality.

Damn it, this is insane!

How could he have thought of the word "seductive"?

The veins on Yuan Huan's forehead throbbed as he tried his best to stop himself from thinking about it.

Seeing his silence, Jiang Xiyu abandoned her teasing intentions, waved her hand and said, "I won't look anymore. Since that's the case, I wonder if the Crown Prince would like to accompany me for a walk?"

Yuan Huan was about to refuse.

Jiang Xiyu moved closer to him and asked, "Is it okay?"

Yuan Huan gritted his teeth and said in a vicious tone, "Fine."

The night was still, and the chill of spring was lingering.

The chief eunuch led the way with a lantern, while the other eunuchs remained where they were.

Jiang Xiyu climbed to the highest tower in the palace, and after standing still, he was slightly out of breath, his face flushed.

Yuan Huan stood behind him expressionlessly, his breathing perfectly steady.

Looking at Jiang Xiyu's exhausted appearance, he couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Despite being in poor health, he still insisted on climbing up.

If I catch a cold, I'm afraid I'll have to stay in bed for ten days or half a month.

Seemingly realizing that staring at the young emperor for too long was inappropriate, Yuan Huan subtly shifted his gaze after a short while.

Neither of them spoke.

Jiang Xiyu stared at the night sky for a long time before finally moving her aching body.

Actually, the night view of the palace in March is not beautiful; there is no moon or stars.

Only by standing high enough can he ignore the red walls and black tiles in front of him and truly see a wider world.

So Jiang Xiyu raised her chin, facing a direction in the night, and asked curiously, "Is Beiyuan in that direction?"

Yuan Huan followed his gaze and, after a long while, finally let out a deep "hmm".

"Will there be stars and moon on a night in Kitahara in March?"

Yuan Huan thought for a moment and said, "Yes."

"Will the mountains be very high? Will the water be very clear?"

The voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of laughter within it, before it dissipated in the wind in an instant.

Yuan Huan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, remained silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "Yes."

Jiang Xiyu's two hands, hidden beneath her cloak, emerged and rested on the wall.

The wind whipped his clothes, and his dark hair tangled behind him, with a few strands even brushing past Yuan Huan's hand holding the hilt of his sword, swirling around like mist before escaping from his fingers in an instant.

Yuan Huan stared intently, his gaze like a sharp blade cutting through the soft, flowing hair.

So much so that he didn't respond when Jiang Xiyu called him.

Jiang Xiyu had no choice but to turn around and call out to him, "Young Master?"

The eunuch carrying the lantern was so angry that his face changed color.

His Majesty did not see it, but he saw it clearly.

This Prince Kitahara is far too presumptuous, actually staring at His Majesty like that.

Upon hearing this, he took two steps forward and reminded him, "Your Highness, His Majesty is asking you a question."

Yuan Huan glared at the chief eunuch with some annoyance, then said, "What does Your Majesty want to ask?"

Jiang Xiyu asked softly, "Is the sky in Beiyuan different from that in the capital?"

The little emperor asked a lot of questions tonight, and they were quite childish.

Yuan Huan pondered this, but his expression showed no impatience. He simply said sarcastically, "The sky there is unrestrained."

"That's wonderful." Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes and smiled faintly, then turned around and sighed softly, "A place that can accommodate eagles must be very different from the capital."

"The world in the capital is too small..."

It seems to only contain the scheming and plotting of people's hearts.

Jiang Xiyu smiled sarcastically: "This land has become a dye vat; the mountains are not high, and the water is not clear."

"Only by standing here can I see a place that is even slightly clean."

This place has been tainted by the greed of people's hearts. Even if there are stars and moon, they will eventually sink into this palace of desires and temptations.

That's why Jiang Xiyu asked, "What does the sky look like in Beiyuan?"

he wanted to know.

But Yuan Huan remained silent and offered no answer.