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

When Xie Chenyao came out after changing his clothes, there was no one in the tent.

The servant heard the noise and came in to ask what had happened.

Xie Chenyao asked calmly, "Did someone come in just now?"

Attendant: "Young master, I have been guarding the door the whole time, and I haven't seen anyone come in."

Xie Chenyao pondered for a moment, confirming that he hadn't misheard; someone had come in.

But who would enter his tent? And what would be the purpose of entering his tent?

As he pondered, he glanced around, his gaze suddenly settling on the bookshelf.

Xie Chenyao hurriedly went over and picked up the box where he kept his things. The jade ornaments on top were still there, but when he opened the bottom layer, the soft handkerchief that had been lying inside was nowhere to be found.

If someone were a thief, why would they abandon a valuable set of jade pieces and instead steal a soft handkerchief?

Xie Chenyao almost subconsciously thought of a certain person.

That hostile look in his eyes...

Prince Kitahara!

It must be him.

The spring hunt banquet began, and maids brought out delicacies.

Jiang Xiyu sat in the head seat. Yuan Huan was originally going to sit down, but not only did he not go, he also took over the head eunuch's work, doing everything from pouring tea and wine to cutting meat and serving vegetables.

The ministers sitting below were dumbfounded, and could only sigh inwardly and exchange glances with their colleagues.

Yuan Huan didn't care about those stares at all. He used his dagger to cut a piece of meat and held it to Jiang Xiyu's mouth.

The chief eunuch was startled and quickly whispered a reminder: "Your Highness, this will cut His Majesty's mouth."

Yuan Huan was used to it, and when he realized what was happening, he immediately tried to scoop the meat into his bowl.

Before he could move away, his hand suddenly applied some pressure.

Jiang Xiyu, holding the dagger, slightly parted her lips and picked up the piece of meat.

His expression showed no sign of anything amiss, as if he were simply enjoying the delicious food.

The cold glint of the dagger suddenly flashed across his face. Upon closer inspection, the little emperor's pink tongue seemed to have licked the blade, the vibrant color blending with the killing intent, adding a touch of bloodthirsty allure.

Jiang Xiyu rolled up the meat and moved her body back a little, chewing as if nothing had happened, but for a moment she glanced at Yuan Huan.

In front of so many people, with that look in his eyes that was both wicked and amused, Yuan Huan was immediately provoked and his scalp tingled, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.

He looked at the damp marks left on the dagger, held back the breath he was about to exhale, and the sweetness secreted between his teeth increased. Yuan Huan couldn't help but swallow it, but his face didn't show any abnormality.

After that, Yuan Huan never used the dagger to cut Jiang Xiyu's flesh again. The only time he did it was to cut a piece for himself and put it in his mouth with the wet blade.

Xie Chenyao, who was not far below, took in everything, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes.

He was absolutely certain that the person who took the handkerchief was Yuan Huan, but he had no evidence to prove it.

There can only be one reason why Yuan Huan did this.

That is, he harbors treacherous intentions towards His Majesty.

It is not the subject's desire for the monarch, but a man's most naked and fervent desire for the person he desires.

They dared to have such thoughts while His Majesty was unaware.

He deserves to die!

Xie Chenyao's face darkened, and a flash of disgust for Yuan Huan crossed his eyes.

After eating the meat, Yuan Huan subtly glanced around at everyone present.

When he met Xie Chenyao's eyes, which seemed to want to kill him, he was in an even better mood and drank the wine.

The atmosphere was lively, with singing and dancing.

Only Le Yuan, who knew everything, understood the hidden murderous intent within.

He felt indignant about the petty theft he had committed and drank heavily.

He, a grown man, actually went to steal a man's handkerchief.

You said you'd let him steal the prize money, but the prince insisted he steal a handkerchief.

Is it possible...

What are the Crown Prince's feelings for Xie Chenyao?

That's why he was ordered to steal personal belongings.

But didn't the Crown Prince already have one?

The prince treasured that beautiful thing, keeping it close to his chest every day.

Le Yuan discovered this by chance while serving Yuan Huan during his wash-up. Not long after, he found a belt under Yuan Huan's pillow. Le Yuan couldn't understand why he hadn't noticed it back in Beiyuan. He couldn't believe that the young master had such an embarrassing fetish.

He felt his entire worldview shattered, and he almost spat out his drink.

Zhao Bai turned away in disgust and said, "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Le Yuan lowered his voice and cursed, "Don't talk about ghosts, I'm being forced to become a ghost by the Crown Prince."

Zhao Bai asked in confusion, "What the hell?"

goat.

Le Yuan gritted his teeth.

After a satisfying dinner, the bonfire blazed brightest.

Jiang Xiyu felt a bit hot, raised his hand to tug at his collar, and whispered, "Zhuosheng, I need to get some fresh air."

The chief eunuch glanced at Yuan Huan.

As expected, Yuan Huan moved and reached out to help.

When the emperor stood up, the officials also rose to their feet.

Jiang Xiyu raised his hand to signal the chief eunuch, who stepped forward and said, "His Majesty has decreed that all of you may enjoy yourselves to the fullest."

The ministers bowed in greeting.

After Jiang Xiyu came out, he did not rush back to his tent.

When the wind dissipated some of the heat, he happened to see Xie Chenyao leaving his seat with his sleeves dirty.

Jiang Xiyu didn't know why he came out. Xie Chenyao happened to see him and walked over to greet him without avoiding him.

Jiang Xiyu asked softly, "Why did Young Master Xie come out?"

Xie Chenyao confessed, "I have soiled my sleeves."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Huan narrowed his eyes with ill intent and almost let out a cold laugh.

And you even got your sleeves dirty, why don't you just strip naked?

"Okay, let's go deal with it first," Jiang Xiyu said, withdrawing his hand from Yuan Huan's forearm.

Yuan Huan's complexion worsened almost imperceptibly.

Xie Chenyao suddenly pleaded guilty, saying, "Your Majesty, I deserve to die."

Jiang Xiyu raised an eyebrow in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Xie Chenyao glanced coldly at Yuan Huan and said, "Your subject has lost the soft handkerchief bestowed upon him by His Majesty."

Jiang Xiyu thought it was something serious and said dismissively, "It's just a handkerchief, Young Master Xie, you don't need to take it to heart."

Xie Chenyao was somewhat dejected, but still said, "That was a gift from His Majesty, and I dare not lose it."

Finding even a single handkerchief would require a huge undertaking.

However, seeing his insistence, Jiang Xiyu hesitated for a moment and said, "I will grant it again..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Huan interrupted him coldly, took Jiang Xiyu's hand again, and said through gritted teeth, "Your Majesty, weren't you going for a walk? It's too noisy here, why don't we go somewhere else?"

Yuan Huan's fists cracked as he suppressed his anger, cursing under his breath.

Oh shit.

If it weren't for the young emperor being there, he could have punched Xie Chenyao, that pretty boy, to death.

She just lost a handkerchief, and she's already acting all innocent and naive, trying to gain pity from everyone!

Besides, does he even deserve the young emperor's handkerchief?