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

Seven days later.

Jiang Xiyu finished inserting the needles.

During the acupuncture treatment, he instructed that no one was allowed to disturb him, which naturally included Yuan Huan.

Firstly, an extremely quiet environment is indeed needed when performing acupuncture so that the doctor can concentrate on finding each acupoint accurately. Secondly, Jiang Xiyu did not want to see Yuan Huan.

Yuan Huan was too unrestrained that night, and Jiang Xiyu suddenly realized that she could not completely control him.

This greatly displeased the emperor. Regardless of whether Yuan Huan was at the palace gate or not, he never left the inner palace and never allowed anyone to see him.

Today is the last day; it's past noon, and the sun is shining brightly.

After the doctor left, Jiang Xiyu rested for a while before sitting down at his desk to deal with the letter that had arrived from the Prime Minister.

The contents mainly concern important decisions made in the court. Some of these decisions led to disagreements between the Prime Minister and the Empress Dowager, requiring Jiang Xiyu to mediate between them.

The chief eunuch brought in a new teacup and said that Yuan Huan requested an audience.

Jiang Xiyu was too lazy to bother them. After saying she wouldn't see them, she ordered them not to come in and disturb her anymore.

The chief eunuch led all the eunuchs out, and the hall instantly fell silent. The incense from the distant burner wafted out, and the air was filled with swirling light and shadow.

The desk wasn't far from the window. Not long after, Jiang Xiyu felt a dark shadow flash by outside, and then he heard someone knocking on his window.

Jiang Xiyu knew without a doubt who it was. He didn't care, and after writing the character "准" (zhun, meaning "acceptable"), the window was opened.

Yuan Huan rushed in, instantly disrupting the light and shadow in the hall.

Jiang Xiyu didn't move, but simply sat up straight and slowly put down her pen.

Yuan Huan brushed his clothes off and then looked up at him.

The young emperor sat upright before the desk, dressed in a noble robe adorned with exquisite jade ornaments.

The window was opened, and the light from outside spilled in, illuminating his profile like jade. Peeking through the beaded curtain, it was incredibly alluring.

Yuan Huan didn't move, staring straight at him.

Jiang Xiyu frowned almost imperceptibly.

After a while, he glanced at Yuan Huan, looked him up and down for a moment, and then smiled at him.

Yuan Huan was stunned, seemingly not expecting the young emperor to smile at him. He swallowed hard for a moment and cursed under his breath.

Oh shit.

The incense burning in the Little Emperor's Palace was unbearably sweet.

The next moment, before Yuan Huan could react, an object was suddenly thrown at him.

Yuan Huan's pupils contracted slightly. He didn't dodge, but simply raised his hand and caught the object.

It's an inkstone.

There was still ink left on the inkstone, so when Yuan Huan caught it, half of his palm was black.

Jiang Xiyu's face was devoid of any smile. Feigning surprise, he said to Yuan Huan, "Haven't seen you for a few days, and the young master has learned to climb through windows?"

Yuan Huan weighed the inkstone in his hand and said, "I have no other choice."

The little emperor is nowhere to be found, yet they still want to play with him.

He was so anxious and restless that he hadn't planned to come. It would have been like offering himself up to the little emperor, but after not seeing him for two or three days, Yuan Huan felt like he was under a spell. Every night when he closed his eyes, he would think of him.

The young emperor's methods were truly brilliant.

That night, she still seduced and provoked him in the same way, then turned her back on him, ignored him, and even offered him women.

Yuan Huan couldn't bring himself to do it, and he felt extremely aggrieved.

Lust can truly be a heavy burden, and what one should do is to get rid of these undue constraints. But the more one tries to get rid of something, the less likely one is to do so.

The more he couldn't shake it off, the more he thought about it, until he was so angry he was practically gritting his teeth.

She could maintain a respectful facade until the Grand Eunuch Fang went out to say that the young emperor was still not coming to see anyone, and Yuan Huan's mother could no longer keep up the act.

He jumped straight in through the window.

Seeing the young emperor in such good health, he felt both itchy and resentful.

He acted like a tyrant, standing there without bowing, just staring straight at her.

Jiang Xiyu noticed his burning gaze, and the fierce look on his face disappeared. He said gently, "Your Highness, what urgent matter has come to see me? Is it so urgent that you would do such a thing as a flower thief?"

Yuan Huan, with a cold and stern expression, silently lifted the beaded curtain and entered.

When jade stones collide, each one feels like it's striking someone's heart.

Seeing that he remained silent, Jiang Xiyu suddenly curled her lips and guessed, "Could it be that the beauty I bestowed upon the prince is not to his liking?"

"I heard that the Crown Prince frightened all those beauties to tears?"

Yuan Huan sneered.

Is he scary?

The young emperor bestowed those women upon him, and before he could do anything to them, they all cried their hearts out, as if he had done something to them.

His chatter was as if he had stirred up a hornet's nest.

The young emperor actually used this to tease and joke about him.

Yuan Huan looked at his nonchalant demeanor, and his anger surged up; he was furious.

"I see that the dark circles under your eyes are getting worse. Could it be that you've been indulging in sensual pleasures these past few days and haven't been getting a good night's sleep?"

Jiang Xiyu wouldn't let him off the hook, and even seemed afraid that he wasn't angry enough, so he shook his head and pretended to regret it, saying, "It's just that I really saw how energetic the young master was, so... I didn't expect that my good intentions would backfire."

Yuan Huan placed the inkstone on his desk, then suddenly leaned over, resting his head on the edge of the desk, and looked him straight in the eye, saying, "I am not interested in them."

"Really? The Crown Prince isn't interested in women at all?" Jiang Xiyu smiled and said, "You're not into men either? Or perhaps you prefer the eunuchs around me?"

Jiang Xiyu didn't back down, and Yuan Huan leaned down to face him directly.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth on the back of his hand, as if he had been touched by something.

Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes to look.

Yuan Huan used his fingers to make a step, moving slowly across the back of his hand, leaving a thick ink mark.

When his palm suddenly moved away after taking his in, Yuan Huan said naturally, "Does Your Majesty not know what I am interested in?"

The two grew much closer.

"How would I know?" Jiang Xiyu frowned in disgust, removed his dirty hands from the table, and stepped back. After a moment, he said softly, "I don't know. Tell me, and maybe I can help you."

“His Majesty won’t help me.” Yuan Huan saw the hand disappear, his eyes fixed on him, and smiled slightly, saying, “His Majesty will only laugh at me.”

Jiang Xiyu praised, "Yes, it is quite a sight to see the young master climbing through the window."

From the moment he entered, his eyes never left the young emperor.

Up close, Yuan Huan could easily see Jiang Xiyu's trembling Adam's apple as she spoke, as well as the delicate skin beneath her neck.

Each one seemed like a silent temptation. Under this temptation, Yuan Huan, following Jiang Xiyu's tone of voice, seemed to open his mouth and bite down, holding those harsh words between his lips and teeth.

Yuan Huan chewed, smelling the young emperor's scent, and whispered, "This young prince is quite a sight to behold when he climbs into bed. Would Your Majesty like to see it?"

He emphasized the word 'bed', his voice sounding a little hoarse.

Jiang Xiyu looked at the darkness in his eyes, and after a moment, said seriously, "You can't climb onto my bed."

He parted his lips slightly, revealing a wet, soft tongue, which was barely visible as he said to Yuan Huan, "It can't support you."

Yuan Huan's eyes seemed to hold a long sigh as he murmured, "Your Majesty..."

He brought his nose almost touching the other's, and Yuan Huan explained slowly and deliberately, "If I don't move, how can it not support me?"

Jiang Xiyu felt his approach and slightly shifted her breath, saying with a light sneer, "You're lying."