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

Jiang Xiyu couldn't sleep, and neither could Yuan Huan.

He tossed and turned on the couch, unable to fall asleep. As he turned over again, the little emperor's belt lay quietly beside his pillow.

In the dim light from outside, the gemstones adorning the belt seemed to shimmer with tiny sparkles.

Yuan Huan stared at it for a long time with his eyes half-lowered, and finally sat up as if he had had enough.

Whenever he closed his eyes, the image of the young emperor would flash through his mind, along with his face, which looked as if he had applied rouge in anger.

I imagine his lips moving, his words whispering.

Yuan Huan felt a sudden surge of warmth in his heart.

Especially in this exceptionally quiet night, those thoughts flowed uncontrollably like a stream, sometimes clear, sometimes hazy, accompanied by the sound of my heartbeat, as if adding an indescribable allure to the night.

Yuan Huan's breathing gradually became longer and more even; he couldn't help but bear the consequences of his ambiguous imagination.

What he had been trying so hard to hide inside him was now burning up, making him wonder if he had drunk too much deer blood, otherwise why would he be thinking like this?

You'd be going crazy thinking about it.

Yuan Huan defiantly shouted "Damn it!"

His eyes turned red as he stared at the belt.

As if sensing his anxiety, the belt released its unique fragrance as Yuan Huan breathed.

It's the flavor only a young emperor could have, a flavor that seems to be buried in a snowy night, sharp yet tender.

Yuan Huan felt a strong urge to grab the belt, but he didn't reach out and take it in his hand.

After some hesitation, he decided to remove his inner garment.

In the darkness, the man's body was sleek and strong, his muscles firm and erect, and the more subtle lines seemed to lurk with danger.

Yuan Huan didn't want to do that. He wasn't a man who valued sex. In the military camp, he never even entertained such thoughts. But now, his self-control had become a joke. He was even trapped in that sweet fragrance and willingly lost control.

He cursed himself inwardly, uttering all sorts of nasty things.

He stayed up late at night, thinking about the little emperor and masturbating.

Yuan Huan, you've really become a beast!

But the more he was scolded, the more unrestrained he became; once the greed in his heart arose, it imprisoned him.

Unable to get out, Yuan Huan could only open his pleading eyes and reluctantly reach out to grab the belt tightly, as if it were his last lifeline.

Crazy...

If they're crazy, they're crazy.

Lost in a blissful abyss, Yuan Huan lost all reason.

Just as he was about to fall silent, he vaguely heard a clear, melodious voice, as if it were casually drifting up from the abyss, then whispering a mischievous kiss in his ear, its tone a mix of laughter and reproach.

"Yuan Huan, how dare you..."

In an instant, Yuan Huan's eyes turned bloodshot.

The lingering fragrance was disrupted.

The light under the eaves of wealth and luxury has finally gone out.

……

Once March is over, the spring hunt can no longer be postponed.

It was supposed to start at the beginning of the month, but it was postponed until now because Jiang Xiyu went to Lishan to recuperate.

April is a rainy month, which isn't ideal, but thankfully the weather is warm and clear right now.

The Prime Minister sent a letter saying that the important part of the spring hunt was not the hunting itself, but the ceremony.

This ceremony required the emperor's presence, so after discussing it, the prime minister and the empress dowager specially wrote a memorial to request instructions.

Jiang Xiyu has been recuperating at Lishan for a full month, and his complexion has improved considerably. In addition, Yuan Huan would occasionally take him out for some fresh air and would send him a bowl of deer blood every few days. After the doctor took his pulse, he said that his body was almost fit to attend the spring hunt.

The journey from Lishan to the spring hunting grounds is only half a day's drive. Taking advantage of the fact that the rainy days had not yet arrived, Jiang Xiyu approved the spring hunt and then ordered people to prepare for the departure.

Yuan Huan returned from his training outside the palace and received the imperial decree to prepare for the spring hunt.

Le Yuan took the riding whip from his hand and said, "Speaking of which, none of us have ever seen what a spring hunt in the capital is like. Now that's great, we can finally get some exercise. To be honest, I've been so bored here."

Yuan Huan gave him a cold look, took the imperial decree, and said, "There are many hunters around in the spring. If anything happens to the young emperor, don't try anything. Just have your head roll."

Le Yuan felt that his heir had really changed. Under the emperor's nose, who would dare to lay a hand on him? They were courting death. Yet the heir was keeping a close watch on the guards day and night. As the master, he was too nervous, and he dared not slack off.

"His Majesty seems to be feeling much better, so there shouldn't be any major problems with the spring hunt," Zhao Bai pondered.

Yuan Huan frowned and said as he walked, "The young emperor looks better, but he's not much better inside. Who knows how many eyes will be on him during this spring hunt."

"Pass down the order: anyone who dares to neglect their duties during the spring hunt, I will kill them all."

The two responded, "Yes."

Yuan Huan went back, took a bath, changed his clothes, and then seemed to remember something. He asked, "Where is Garuda?"

Le Yuan scratched his head and said, "Didn't you blow the silver whistle, Your Highness? Garuda flew away earlier."

Yuan Huan took the knife and said "Oh" expressionlessly.

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Jiang Xiyu ordered someone to bring pieces of meat to feed Garuda. He squatted down and watched Garuda eat happily when suddenly a shadow was cast over his head.

Jiang Xiyu looked up and saw that Yuan Huan, a tall and burly man, was blocking the light. She frowned but said nothing.

Garuda tore off a piece of meat and had just put it in its mouth when Yuan Huan picked it up and threw it aside.

The meat fell, and Garuda was thrown to the ground and rolled around before happily scurrying back to pick it up.

Jiang Xiyu said, "The young master is too rude."

“It’s an eagle, born to hunt and eat. If Your Majesty continues to feed it, it might lose its wild nature,” Yuan Huan said, squatting down to speak with him.

Jiang Xiyu slowly stood up, looked down at him, and said, "Even an eagle can have its wildness tempered, so why can't the young master?"

“Your Majesty feeds it, and it eats its fill. When it’s full, it won’t think about hunting, and if it doesn’t hunt, its wild nature will naturally disappear.” Yuan Huan smiled meaningfully.

After a long pause, he said again, "I am the exact opposite of him. What does Your Majesty think?"

Jiang Xiyu smiled slightly and said, "Then you are truly pitiful."

Following his lead, Yuan Huan blurted out, "Then I beg Your Majesty to show me favor?"

After hearing these ridiculous things so many times, you become indifferent to them.

Jiang Xiyu, seeing the water about to fall from his hair, had a mischievous thought and suddenly raised her hand to catch it.

The drop of water dripped onto his fingertip. Jiang Xiyu rubbed it for a moment, and when Yuan Huan tried to reach out and grab him, he withdrew his hand first. Then, he said to him jokingly, "Bring me your riding whip next time, and I will definitely treat you well."

Yuan Huan asked, "Your Majesty's feet?"

Jiang Xiyu's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he pretended to be troubled, saying, "You're too tough. If I use my feet, I'll only hurt myself."

Yuan Huan only listened to what he wanted to hear, and when the young emperor said he was "too stubborn," he didn't argue.

After a moment of thought, he replied jokingly.

"Your Majesty has devoted all your efforts to me."