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

At the final banquet after the spring hunt, Jiang Xiyu only showed his underwear before leaving.

As they returned to their tent, Xie Chenyao caught up with them and called out, "Your Majesty."

Jiang Xiyu stopped and turned around. After waving the others away, he said, "What business does Young Master Xie have with me?"

Xie Chenyao bowed, but couldn't help frowning when he saw his appearance.

It was already April, but Jiang Xiyu was still wearing a heavy cloak. The fur collar completely covered the marks on his neck. When the black hair hanging down by his temples was slightly blown by the wind, it revealed his pale and sickly face, making him look extremely fragile.

"How is Your Majesty's health?"

Seeing the worry in his eyes, Jiang Xiyu smiled faintly and said, "I'm fine."

Seeing that Xie Chenyao seemed lost in thought, he asked him gently after a while, "The banquet isn't over yet, why did you come out?"

Why did you come out?

Xie Chenyao lowered his eyes, momentarily at a loss for words.

He slightly evaded the question, pursed his lips, and said, "After today's banquet, is Your Majesty going back to the Lishan Palace?"

Jiang Xiyu paused for a moment, then nodded, waiting for him to continue.

Xie Chenyao took a deep breath before raising his eyes to meet Jiang Xiyu's gaze. Looking into those watery eyes, a hint of gentleness, barely perceptible even to himself, appeared on his usually cold face.

May Your Majesty recover soon.

Jiang Xiyu was somewhat surprised to hear this, then smiled gently at Xie Chenyao and said, "I will get better. I'm still waiting for you to become the top scholar next year."

Her bright face, adorned with a smile, resembled a magnolia, its base white, yet her eyes and brows exuding a subtle, captivating beauty.

However, in those few brief encounters, His Majesty always seemed to smile at him…

Not only did she make such a solemn promise to him, but she also said she would wait for him to pass the high school entrance exam...

Xie Chenyao couldn't help but smile slightly.

He calmed his racing heart and said earnestly, "Your subject will certainly not fail Your Majesty."

Jiang Xiyu rarely saw Xie Chenyao smile, and found it strange, so she couldn't help but take a second look.

Such an ethereal person has a truly beautiful smile, though he is a bit aloof.

Jiang Xiyu wanted to say something more, but couldn't help coughing twice.

The marks on his hand from being gripped hadn't faded yet, and raising his hand completely exposed those marks to Xie Chenyao.

Xie Chenyao's smile vanished instantly, and he asked softly, "Is Your Majesty injured?"

Jiang Xiyu followed his gaze and looked down, noticing the marks on her wrist. A slight, almost imperceptible embarrassment appeared on her face.

He subtly covered himself with his sleeve, then said solemnly, "I am fine."

Seeing this, Xie Chenyao didn't ask any more questions, but he had a guess in his heart.

His Majesty's injury must have been inflicted when Yuan Huan abducted him a few days ago.

Yuan Huan was a complete brute.

His Majesty is so frail, yet he still dares to do this.

Especially since he harbors such treacherous intentions, if he were to remain by His Majesty's side, who knows what trouble he might cause in the future? However, during the trip to Mount Li, His Majesty does indeed need a capable person to protect him.

Xie Chenyao pondered for a long time, but still couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty should be more careful of the people around you."

Jiang Xiyu nodded, seemingly unconcerned.

When Yuan Huan finished examining the doctor and came over carrying the rabbit, he saw a group of eunuchs who had been dismissed standing there. He scanned the group but did not see the young emperor.

He composed himself, his aura hardening, and walked over to the chief eunuch, asking, "Where is His Majesty?"

The chief eunuch glanced at the two people hidden by the tent and said, "His Majesty is speaking with Young Master Xie in the back."

Yuan Huan narrowed his eyes, handed the rabbit to him, and strode over.

If you go around that tent, you can see the young emperor and Xie Chenyao standing together, very close to each other.

I don't know what they were saying, but I do know that the little emperor would smile from time to time.

Xie Chenyao stared at that smile, somewhat lost in thought.

Suddenly, Jiang Xiyu's shoulders trembled and he started coughing again.

Xie Chenyao wanted to step forward to help, but just as his hand was about to touch His Majesty's sleeve, the person in front of him was suddenly pulled back two steps by a strong force.

Yuan Huan pulled the person to his side and supported him. His cold and hostile gaze swept over Xie Chenyao, but it disappeared in an instant, and his gaze returned to Jiang Xiyu.

He took out a handkerchief he had treasured from his bosom and covered Jiang Xiyu's lips with it, while gently patting his back with his other hand.

Xie Chenyao's hand missed its target. After a moment, he withdrew his hand, staring at the handkerchief in Yuan Huan's hand, his expression suddenly turning cold.

That handkerchief...

Jiang Xiyu stopped coughing, and Yuan Huan wiped the moisture from his mouth with a handkerchief. He turned his head to look at Yuan Huan and asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"

"I went to take care of some matters, and when I saw that Your Majesty had not returned to the camp for a long time, I became worried and came looking for you."

He looked at Xie Chenyao with a forced smile and asked, "Have I disturbed His Majesty's good time?"

Jiang Xiyu pushed away his hand holding the handkerchief and frowned, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yuan Huan did not withdraw the hand that was meant to soothe him; instead, it moved downwards.

From Xie Chenyao's perspective, it looked as if Yuan Huan was committing a heinous act by embracing His Majesty in his arms.

He looked at Yuan Huan with a hint of disgust.

Yuan Huan naturally didn't give him a friendly look either. He glared coldly at Xie Chenyao, his murderous intent almost crushing the other's face.

Seeing the tense atmosphere between them, Jiang Xiyu felt a bit of a headache and called out, "Zhuosheng."

The chief eunuch, who had been keeping a close eye on the situation, immediately approached with the rabbit in his arms, bowing respectfully.

Jiang Xiyu emerged from Yuan Huan's shadow and noticed the furry thing in the eunuch's arms. She exclaimed with some curiosity, "This rabbit..."

The chief eunuch guessed, "It must have been found by the Crown Prince for His Majesty."

Jiang Xiyu reached out his hand, gesturing for him to bring the rabbit over.

The chief eunuch stepped forward and placed the rabbit into Jiang Xiyu's arms.

Jiang Xiyu touched the rabbit ears, looked at Yuan Huan who was standing there looking unhappy, and chuckled.

Yuan Huan turned his head upon hearing the sound and saw Jiang Xiyu smiling at him. Only then did the frost in his eyes soften slightly.

This laugh dispelled most of the murderous intent in his heart.

Yuan Huan stopped looking at Xie Chenyao and just stared at him.

Jiang Xiyu teased the rabbit but no longer looked at him. After glancing at Xie Chenyao out of the corner of her eye, she whispered to the head eunuch, "Let's go back."

Xie Chenyao's mind was entirely on the handkerchief. Seeing that Yuan Huan was about to follow, he quickly stepped forward to stop him, saying, "Wait."

Yuan Huan looked at him expressionlessly, his impatience evident in his eyes, telling him to get to the point.

Xie Chenyao cut to the chase, saying, "Please return the handkerchief His Majesty bestowed upon me, Your Highness."

Yuan Huan, as if he had heard a joke, looked down at her and said, "What handkerchief?"

"That's strange. How did your handkerchief end up with me?"

Xie Chenyao's face was icy: "Why would the young master resort to such theft? You know perfectly well whether you have it or not."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Yuan Huan's hands.

Yuan Huan glanced down, realizing something, then raised the handkerchief in his hand and gave a cold, mocking smile: "Oh? You think this is your handkerchief?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan Huan flicked open the handkerchief, revealing the unique embroidery on it.

Xie Chenyao's expression changed slightly. After seeing the pattern clearly, he realized that this was not his handkerchief.

But he still persisted in his doubts, because only Yuan Huan had such a strong possessive desire for His Majesty.

It's terrifying, and it can no longer be ignored.

Yuan Huan didn't care what he was thinking. He shamelessly brought the handkerchief close to his nose and sniffed it. He then looked down at Xie Chenyao with a defiant indifference and coldly warned, "Look carefully, this is mine. Don't touch it."

In his view, there are only two kinds of people in the capital.

One is a little emperor, the other is like an ant.

He doesn't need to show any kindness to ants; anyone who dares to provoke him will have their head ripped off.

If Xie Chenyao hadn't been a minister favored by the young emperor, Yuan Huan would have torn him apart with his bare hands by now.

Xie Chenyao was, after all, a scholar, and had never seen the kind of murderous aura that only appeared on the battlefield.

He was involuntarily intimidated by that aura, and took a half step back, breaking out in a sweat.

When Yuan Huan saw him retreat, his hostility suddenly turned into disdain.

In that deafening silence, Xie Chenyao heard the phrase "my things," which clearly didn't refer to the handkerchief.

He pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and met Yuan Huan's sharp gaze again. Even though he was almost suffocating, he did not back down and said, "I wonder if the Crown Prince has the words 'respect the emperor' in his heart."

Yuan Huan sneered for a moment and said, "Of course I have that thing."

"They treat it like a precious gem, afraid it might break if you hold it in your hands, or melt if you keep it in your mouth..."

He looked at Xie Chenyao with a half-smile and said, "Who in this world can compare to my esteemed ruler?"

Xie Chenyao was furious. His lips trembled as he said, "You... are utterly rebellious!"

Yuan Huan laughed indifferently and said, "That's right, I am indeed a traitor."