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

Yuan Huan put his finger to his lips and whistled, and Garuda flew down with the carrier pigeon in its mouth.

After taking the secret message from the carrier pigeon's leg, he threw the pigeon into Le Yuan's arms and instructed him to lock it up.

Since returning to the palace, Yuan Huan ordered his men to surround it with iron bars. Not only could no one get in, but even any birds flying in the sky would be bitten a couple of times by the Garudas circling overhead.

Perhaps because he was stationed at the border, Yuan Huan was always cautious and attentive to matters of security, and he was even more strict in managing his subordinates.

Since he took up his position in the imperial court, the guards had already experienced his ruthless methods, and now they were even more diligent in their duties, daring not to make any mistakes.

"Your Highness," Zhao Bai said, standing beside him. "What does the secret letter say?"

Yuan Huan opened the letter, glanced at it casually, and then handed it to Zhao Bai.

The letter was actually quite simple; someone wanted to know his relationship with the young emperor.

Perhaps the quality of his relationship with the young emperor was of paramount importance to the messenger.

Yuan Huan couldn't help but recall the time he was used in the camp. The young emperor had taken the initiative to kiss him, presumably so that someone with ulterior motives would see it and then pass it on to their master.

The closer his relationship with the young emperor appears, the more restless some people become.

Look, now we've not only intercepted this thing, but we also know who in the temporary palace is colluding with the people in the imperial palace.

"Tie the secret letter back up and see where the carrier pigeon lands. We need to catch the person responsible. I want to see who dares to court death," Yuan Huan said coldly.

Zhao Bai agreed, then rolled up the secret letter and tied it back to the pigeon's leg.

Yuan Huan looked up at the moonlight and, seeing that it was almost time, ordered, "Arrest the man and bring him directly before His Majesty."

He was covered in sweat and needed to go back and wash himself off first.

Zhao Bai, holding the pigeon, said, "Won't the Crown Prince conduct a preliminary investigation?"

"The little emperor set the line..." Yuan Huan looked in the direction of the sleeping quarters, smiled slightly, and said slowly, "Now that the fish has taken the bait, taking it over will make him happy."

Is this how you please His Majesty?

Zhao Bai clicked his tongue in astonishment and didn't dare to speak.

Yuan Huan took two steps and suddenly stopped. After thinking for a moment, he changed his mind and said, "Forget it, after I finish taking a bath, I will personally take the person over."

I need to take a shower before taking him there.

When did the Crown Prince become so particular?

Le Yuan couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, "He's really bewitched!"

Zhao Bai said, "Yes."

"Oh, right." As if remembering something, Yuan Huan's expression suddenly turned serious. He asked, "How's the matter I asked you to do last time?"

He instructed Zhao Bai to write a letter back to Beiyuan, so that the shaman would quickly prepare the 'An Gui Wan' and send it over.

That medicine was specially made by the Northern Plains shaman. Yuan Huan would bring it with him every time he went to war. If something unexpected happened during the battle, he would usually rely on that thing to keep him alive.

However, because the medicinal materials used to make Angui Pills are too numerous and precious, and one of the herbs grows on the top of a snow mountain, that herb can only be harvested once every two or three years, Angui Pills are so rare.

The pills Yuan Huan brought to the capital this time were the ones he had stockpiled over the years. There were only four pills in that small bottle. He had given the young emperor two pills the first two times he couldn't stop coughing, and now there weren't many left.

If the little emperor coughs again next time...

Although Yuan Huan didn't want him to cough at all, he had to prepare for it in advance.

Zhao Bai thought for a moment and replied respectfully, "I have already written a letter to the witch doctor."

Whether it can be made or not truly depends on fate.

After all, collecting herbs is really difficult.

He understood this, and so did Yuan Huan.

He gave a soft "hmm," pondered for a moment, and then instructed Zhao Bai and the others to go ahead and take care of their business. He then hurried towards his residence.

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The bright glass lamps hanging in the hall reflected the shimmering light of the beaded curtains.

The eunuchs carefully lifted the incense burner in the hall to replace the incense, and soon the fragrance of incense began to waft around.

This fragrance is light and calming, perfect for Your Majesty.

After the chief eunuch dismissed the eunuch, he looked at the person standing behind the beaded curtain, deep in thought at the table, and prepared a cup of tea to bring in.

As he walked to the desk, Jiang Xiyu picked up his pen.

The hand holding the pen was fair and slender, and because of the force applied, the shape of the finger bones was clearly visible.

With a few elegant strokes, the leaves were outlined; after switching to a purple and white brush, the petals, though seemingly random, were incredibly realistic.

The chief eunuch watched from the side, holding his breath slightly, afraid that if he breathed too heavily, he would frighten away a petal.

In a short while, an orchid appeared on the paper.

"Your Majesty's painting is truly excellent." Seeing him put down his brush, the chief eunuch quickly offered him a teacup with both hands in praise.

Jiang Xiyu took the tea and was about to take a sip when a palace attendant came to report.

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince has arrived."

Before the eunuch could finish speaking, Yuan Huan had already lifted the beaded curtain and entered.

Seeing that his hair was not tied up, and water was dripping from his neck, giving him such a carefree and unrestrained appearance, Jiang Xiyu slowly curled her lips and said, "Where did you come from? You're sweating so much."

As he spoke, a wicked glint flashed in his eyes, and he asked with a low chuckle, "Did you go to steal some perfume?"

"Yes, we just stole it from the water. Your Majesty, smell it, doesn't it smell good?"

As Yuan Huan spoke, he walked to the table and glanced at the chief eunuch, who immediately understood and gave up his seat.

Yuan Huan leaned closer, staring at him with somewhat warm eyes, and said, "Smell it, I've put on some perfume."

He did apply it, but only because the ointment smelled so good.

The young emperor said his back was hard to touch, and Yuan Huan suddenly remembered that when he was beaten, the young emperor would send him scar-removing medicine every day to annoy him.

He ordered his men to bring all those things over, intending to apply them.

He used to not care about the scars on his back, because those things were the glory of a man who had been through many battles.

But now, he just wants the little emperor to feel more comfortable touching him.

Jiang Xiyu looked him up and down and said, "Don't scare me."

Yuan Huan applying incense is the same principle as a rough man embroidering.

Why would I scare you? Smell it.

Jiang Xiyu's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. Seeing him lean down to get close to her, she suddenly raised her hand and moved his face away.

"Your hair is still wet; don't get me wet too."

Yuan Huan's braided hair, still slightly curly after washing, was now loose, adding a touch of sinister charm to his sharp and handsome face.

Jiang Xiyu stretched out her fingers and curled them, and her palm became wet.

Yuan Huan pulled the strands of hair back, refusing to let him touch them, and then turned to the head eunuch standing behind him and said, "Go and get me a clean handkerchief."

The chief eunuch glanced at His Majesty subconsciously, and only nodded and did so after seeing His Majesty's tacit approval in his eyes.

Jiang Xiyu said without any emotion, "You dare to order around the people around me?"

Yuan Huan pulled off his robe to wipe his fingers, and upon hearing this, he frankly said, "Since you're favored, of course you have to be a little arrogant."

"Otherwise, it wouldn't be good to let those rumors go to waste."

Jiang Xiyu found it somewhat amusing. After a while, her gaze fell on her own painting, which was now dripping wet. She pushed him away with some displeasure and said, "You've soaked my painting."

Yuan Huan swayed slightly, followed his gaze to the painting on the table, and couldn't help but praise it as beautiful. Then, he pretended to be lazy and said, "It's all my fault for dirtying Your Majesty's painting. Does Your Majesty still want this painting? Please don't reward me with it."

The tone of demanding something was delivered almost seamlessly.

Jiang Xiyu frowned in disgust and looked at him, saying, "Can you eat bran?"

Yuan Huan spoke in a flippant tone, slowly enunciating each word: "I can eat anything Your Majesty eats."

"There are no foxes in this hall, so why does it smell so strange?" Jiang Xiyu pretended to cover his nose with his fingers and said slowly.

Yuan Huan laughed for a moment, then sighed softly, "It definitely smells good."

At this moment, the chief eunuch stepped forward with a dry cloth.

Yuan Huan reached out and took it, then raised his arm and roughly wiped his hair.

Seeing his rude manner, Jiang Xiyu simply sat down in the chair and crossed her legs.

Yuan Huan felt a surge of warmth in his heart. Looking at the elegant posture of the nobleman, he couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, may I wipe it?"

Jiang Xiyu narrowed her eyes and, taking advantage of her good mood, said, "You're too tall."

Seeing that there was a chance, Yuan Huan bent down, grabbed the armrest of his chair, turned the chair and himself towards himself, and then half-squatted down.

Jiang Xiyu said in a calm tone, "I've wiped it, now you'll have to give me something again."

Yuan Huan stuffed the handkerchief into his hand and said, "It was prepared long ago."

Jiang Xiyu took a handkerchief and wiped his head like she was wiping a puppy, not much gentler than Yuan Huan's actions earlier.

After drying himself off, Yuan Huan squatted there, looking like a pitiful dog that had been through a storm, all disheveled and no longer possessing the imposing air of an eagle.

But he was quite pleased with himself. He grabbed Jiang Xiyu's hand, dangerously pressed it to his lips and kissed it, chuckling softly, "Your Majesty has excellent skills."