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

The loud noise attracted people outside the camp.

Le Yuan and Zhao Bai, along with the eunuchs and chief eunuchs, all turned to look at the tent upon hearing the commotion.

The chief eunuch's expression changed drastically, and he cried out, "It's His Majesty! Something has happened to His Majesty!"

After saying this, he led the eunuchs toward the camp.

Le Yuan and Zhao Bai exchanged a glance, both seeing the question in each other's eyes.

It’s over.

With such a commotion, is the Crown Prince trying to dismantle His Majesty's tent?

Unable to hold them back any longer, the two of them followed along to see what had happened.

Just as the group arrived at the tent entrance, they heard a hoarse, angry shout from inside: "Nobody is allowed to come in!"

No one dared to enter; they all stood guard outside, trembling with fear, lest they anger His Majesty.

After her angry rebuke, Jiang Xiyu glared fiercely at Yuan Huan, as if she wanted to devour him alive.

His face flushed red, and after a long pause, he finally managed to utter a single sound through clenched teeth: "You..."

Yuan Huan's handsome, arrogant, and sharp face showed a rare moment of blankness.

Seeing that he didn't move, Jiang Xiyu gritted her teeth and said, "Get out of here."

Yuan Huan realized what was happening under the increasingly ashamed and indignant gaze of the young emperor, and quickly bent down to pick up the screen from the ground.

Jiang Xiyu was so angry that she had a headache and didn't care about anything else. She wiped herself down haphazardly and then put on her close-fitting robe and came out.

As Yuan Huan listened to those clandestine sounds, his mind wandered away.

He wondered if he should pretend to casually push the screen down and then steal a glance.

I really saw something I shouldn't have seen, and now I won't be able to sleep at all when I get back.

Before Yuan Huan could walk toward the screen, the young emperor stormed out.

His robes were loosely tied, water was still dripping from his exposed skin, his long hair was disheveled, and his clothes were stained.

Yuan Huan felt a heat on his nose, and before he could say anything, a slap that came swiftly landed on his face.

With a loud "smack," the force was so strong that it caught his head off guard and knocked it to the side.

Yuan Huan touched his numb cheek with the tip of his tongue and said, "Your Majesty..."

Before he could finish speaking, he received another slap.

Jiang Xiyu's arms were numb from the shock.

Yuan Huan's face was slightly red from the slap, but he seemed oblivious to the pain and gave Jiang Xiyu a flirtatious smile.

Jiang Xiyu was furious and made a move to slap him again.

Yuan Huan quickly grabbed his wrist, glanced down at his reddened palm, frowned and said with some heartache, "Your Majesty, please don't use your hand to hit yourself. You'll hurt yourself. Use something else to hit yourself."

Jiang Xiyu stared at Yuan Huan in disbelief, then sneered, her eyes scanning back and forth in anger before finally settling on the sword on the shelf not far away.

"release."

Yuan Huan was reluctant, but he still loosened his grip.

Jiang Xiyu walked over in a few steps, drew his sword, and then returned to place it against Yuan Huan's neck.

Yuan Huan chuckled softly, trying to appease him, saying, "Your Majesty, my Your Majesty, it's all my fault, please don't be angry."

"If that's not enough, Your Majesty, just slit my throat with this sword, slit it until I die."

A little blood loss is nothing; the little emperor is furious, and he'll be heartbroken.

Jiang Xiyu seemed not to understand the literal meaning of the words, and he couldn't help but say, "Damn!"

The next moment, he tightened his grip on the sword hilt slightly, and the sharp blade instantly drew blood.

Don't be angry anymore?

How could he not be angry?

He was almost scared to death by Yuan Huan just now.

Yuan Huan's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly burst out laughing as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

That's a really nice way to insult someone.

The crude words uttered from those beautiful lips were just as alluring as the seductive sounds from before, easily stirring the caged beast and hardening its bones.

Yuan Huan sensed it, and he couldn't control himself at all.

The hidden stinging pain in his neck was connected with the pain in his lower body, and he lost his usual composure and calmness, and couldn't help but want to move closer to Jiang Xiyu.

He wanted to hug him.

My heart is melting with longing.

Jiang Xiyu looked at his hand, which was about to be raised, with a dark and ruthless look in his eyes, and said, "If you dare to come any closer, I will really kill you."

Yuan Huan didn't care.

The blade pressed against his neck had drawn so much blood that the person wielding the sword trembled for a moment in fright.

Jiang Xiyu threw down his sword abruptly, his eyes filled with shock, and said, "Are you crazy?"

Yuan Huan retorted, "Isn't it more enjoyable to be a little crazy, Your Majesty?"

There was no fear in his eyes, only a yearning born of pleasure.

Jiang Xiyu noticed this, and his expression immediately turned cold. He said, "The more I torment you, the more pleasure you feel!"

There is no doubt about this statement.

Yuan Huan remained silent for a moment, looked Jiang Xiyu up and down, and said, "It would be a real pity if Your Majesty didn't whip me in this state."

Jiang Xiyu sneered and said, "I will not do as you wish."

Those two slaps and that sword strike were truly a reward for Yuan Huan.

Jiang Xiyu rubbed his wrist, thinking to himself.

Yuan Huan looked at his gleaming chest, swallowed hard with a hint of regret, and said, "Your Majesty, are you not going to punish him?"

Jiang Xiyu felt the burning gaze, but was too lazy to even pull off her clothes.

He didn't say anything, but turned and walked towards the edge of the tatami mat.

After a while, Jiang Xiyu sat on the couch and looked at Yuan Huan, then naturally changed the subject.

"What are you doing sneaking in so late?"

There's never a moment's peace.

Yuan Huan wasn't ashamed at all and said directly, "It was a secret tryst."

Jiang Xiyu: "..."

Seeing his pale face, Yuan Huan added without changing his expression, "Your Majesty kicked me just to make me crawl to your tent a little later."

Jiang Xiyu laughed angrily: "Easy to understand, but utterly shameless..."

He clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, and said, "You just kidnapped me, and now you're peeping at me while I'm bathing and climbing into my bed... Yuan Huan, you're really impatient."

"I was afraid Your Majesty was cold, so I offered to warm your bed," Yuan Huan said, then pretended to be serious again. "I never expected to witness this scene. I deserve to die."

He swears to God, he really just wanted to see the little emperor once and then go back to sleep.

He really didn't intend to warm the bed, nor did he intend to peek at the young emperor doing *that*, although he really wanted to...

Yuan Huan looked so pleased that he almost wanted to praise himself for arriving at the perfect time.

Jiang Xiyu noticed his smugness, casually placed her hands on her knees, and stared at Yuan Huan with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

"Is it clean? Then I'll offer you my pillow and mat."

Yuan Huan tilted his head and sniffed himself. Apart from the slight smell of blood he had just produced, there was no other smell.

He took a thorough shower before coming to make sure he didn't have any unpleasant odor.

We kissed and hugged on the snow-covered black horse just now.

Now that things were out in the open, Jiang Xiyu didn't mince words.

When it comes to eagle training, he never thought of being stingy when it came to giving rewards.

Moreover, Yuan Huan's body was indeed like a furnace. When they were riding on horseback, Jiang Xiyu could feel his scorching body temperature. In addition, he was prone to having cold hands and feet, and sometimes he would feel cold and restless in the middle of the night.

While Jiang Xiyu was deep in thought, Yuan Huan lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on the two legs that were casually crossed. They were slender and long, and even the flesh and bones seemed to be shrouded in a jade-like luster.

The ground was covered with a carpet, so the young emperor was not wearing shoes or socks.

Those fair feet really can easily stir up lustful thoughts in people's hearts, as well as the hidden filth deep within human nature.

It swayed gently in the air, and Yuan Huan's breathing swayed accordingly.

Fuck it.

Even her feet are so beautiful.

The dark veins beneath that pale skin resembled beautiful patterns swirling within jade.

Delicate, fragile...

If only I could hold it in my hands...

Just thinking about it made Yuan Huan's teeth clench and jerk.