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

Jiang Xiyu's face darkened, and after regaining his senses, he slapped Yuan Huan without hesitation.

Yuan Huan touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and instead of being annoyed, he smiled.

Upon seeing this, the chief eunuch standing nearby immediately lowered his head, looking as if he couldn't bear to watch.

Jiang Xiyu was too lazy to hit him anymore. He threw the handkerchief back at his face and asked directly, "Where is the thing for me?"

Yuan Huan took the handkerchief, stood up, and said, "It's being held outside the palace."

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Jiang Xiyu was somewhat puzzled. After a moment, he ordered the chief eunuch to bring in the items that were being held outside.

After Zhao Bai brought the person in like a chick, he swiftly kicked the person to their knees.

Jiang Xiyu looked at the person kneeling on the ground trembling, but her surprise quickly subsided.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty, spare my life! Your Majesty, spare my life!"

The person kneeling on the ground had been beaten black and blue, and without careful observation, one would not have guessed that he was one of the imperial physicians responsible for treating his illness.

He's been kept healthy but hasn't gotten better; it's just that someone doesn't want him to get better.

Jiang Xiyu had known this for a long time, so after arriving at the imperial palace, he rarely allowed the accompanying imperial physicians to interfere with his health. He couldn't be sure which physician had tampered with his body, or if there was more than one.

As for whose orders they were under, Jiang Xiyu rested his chin on his hand for a long time before giving a cold smile, turning his head to look at Yuan Huan, and asking as if he didn't know, "What crime did he commit?"

Yuan Huan suppressed his earlier frivolous behavior, and when he looked at the kneeling person, his dark pupils instantly flashed with murderous intent.

He coldly said, "To plot against His Majesty's sacred body is considered treason, punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family."

Upon hearing this, the imperial physician trembled violently, weeping and kowtowing, pleading, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, spare my life, Your Majesty..."

He couldn't reveal who was behind it all; his entire family was in their hands, and all he could do was beg for mercy.

Yuan Huan glanced impatiently at Zhao Bai.

Zhao Bai immediately stuffed strips of cloth into the people's mouths to muffle their unpleasant pleas for mercy.

After finishing, he presented the secret letter to Jiang Xiyu.

Jiang Xiyu reached out and took a look; it was indeed about him and Yuan Huan.

He put down the secret letter and said expressionlessly, "Raise your head."

Before arriving, the imperial physician had already been terrified by Yuan Huan, and upon hearing this cold voice, he reflexively trembled.

He dared not disobey the voice and shakily raised his head to look.

His swollen eyes made it difficult for him to see, but he managed to glimpse something through the gaps in his vision.

His Majesty sat there, leaning on the armrest, the light and shadow making his face appear somewhat pale, as if sickly, as if he had been inexplicably stained with frost.

His eyes shimmered with tears, and as he coldly lowered his eyelids, gazing disdainfully at something, those tears seemed to casually freeze into ice. Beneath the ice, a strange undercurrent surged, and at that moment, he stared at the kneeling person with the indifference of someone looking at a dead object.

Such a chilling emperor...

Especially since there's a ruthless prince by her side who makes it hard to breathe.

The imperial physician nearly fainted on the spot.

After a long pause, as if teasing a mouse, Jiang Xiyu asked him lightly, "Tell me, who wrote this secret letter?"

The imperial physician had something stuffed in his mouth, and even after Zhao Bai stepped forward to remove it, he felt as if his throat was being choked, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

Instinctively, they can only sob in fear, beg for mercy, and repeatedly beg for mercy.

Jiang Xiyu lost interest in playing around, leaned back in his chair, and said, "Fine, you're just following orders, so I won't make things too difficult for you."

"So, are you going to reply to this secret letter?"

The imperial physician shook his head violently.

Jiang Xiyu was not satisfied with the shake of the head and glanced at Yuan Huan sideways.

Noticing that gaze, Yuan Huan's cold shadow finally stirred.

Before the imperial physician could react, his head was stepped on.

Yuan Huan ground his weight fiercely, his lowered gaze, as sinister as a hawk's, fixed on him, coldly uttering only one word: "Return."

The imperial physician struggled in fear, managing to say with difficulty, "Return...return..."

Jiang Xiyu was satisfied and ordered the chief eunuch to prepare a note and a pen.

Yuan Huan kicked the man away.

Seeing Jiang Xiyu get up, he went over to help him.

Jiang Xiyu didn't offer any assistance, but simply picked up the sword beside him.

The blade slid out of its sheath, the sound piercing and mournful in the brief, deathly silence.

The chief eunuch sensed danger from behind, and his legs suddenly went weak, causing him to kneel down.

Later, Zhao Bai took the order and helped him out. Only when there were only three people left in the hall did Jiang Xiyu finally draw his sword completely.

The cold glint of swords swept across those moist eyes, revealing a cruelty cloaked in innocence.

Jiang Xiyu said, "Since your master is asking you about my relationship with the Crown Prince of Beiyuan, then write it down truthfully, understand?"

The imperial physician nodded absently...

Jiang Xiyu approached him, pointed the tip of his sword at the imperial physician's face, and said, "Write down whatever you see. Write it down properly. If you make a single mistake, I will peel off a piece of your flesh."

With each word spoken, a cut was made, and blood instantly stained the cold light.

His pale face was tinged with gloom, but the young emperor smiled gently, completely oblivious.

Yuan Huan suddenly felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at it.

No, and not just in my mind, it's all over my body.

This was completely different from the elegant demeanor of the noble family just now. The one wielding the sword now was clearly a beautiful and vengeful ghost who would take lives.

Yuan Huan's blood was boiling, and his emotions surged wildly in his heart.

He really liked this kind of shady, crazy person.

The imperial physician was so frightened that it seemed as if the color of his lower garment had darkened.

Jiang Xiyu disdainfully withdrew his sword, too lazy to spare a glance, and murmured to himself, "What should I let him see, what should he write?"

Yuan Huan's chest suddenly pressed against Jiang Xiyu's, his hot breath brushing against her ear, his voice low and deep: "Write about how I and His Majesty enjoy pleasure together every day, and how His Majesty is captivated by my beauty."

Jiang Xiyu, sword in hand, concealed his gloom upon hearing this, turned and pressed the sword against Yuan Huan's face, giving it a flippant pat before asking with a threatening tone, "Are you bewitched by me?"

“You’ve captivated me.” Yuan Huan looked at Jiang Xiyu, but then turned his head and kissed the blade of the sword, as if he were the one who had taken liberties with the person in front of him.

"I'm so infatuated with you that I want to die with you every night."

'Death' is a powerful code between them.

Jiang Xiyu understood, and a mischievous thought arose in his heart. He then slowly said with a curved smile, "I'm so afraid of dying."

Yuan Huan moved the sword away with his hand and said, "I want both His Majesty's life and death."

The two spoke shamelessly about life and death, completely disregarding the lives of others.

The imperial physician dared not utter a sound or move; he even barely dared to breathe.

But Yama pointed at him and said, "Write it exactly like this."

As soon as Yuan Huan finished speaking, he could no longer resist and hugged the person in front of him.

He subtly removed the sword from Jiang Xiyu's hand, then easily lifted her onto the table.

Just as Jiang Xiyu was about to brace himself against the table, Yuan Huan forcibly pried open his fingers, and they intertwined.

He didn't utter the flirtatious word "insolence" again, because Yuan Huan took it from him.

Yuan Huan kissed him, using his tall and strong figure to shield him from being seen by others.

A mist clouded Jiang Xiyu's eyes, her sleeves slipped down, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He grasped Yuan Huan's long hair, then tilted his head back to gently stroke it, his breathing slowing as he said, "You ravenous eagle, could you be a little gentler with me..."

The last time they made such a scene in the camp, it almost cost Jiang Xiyu half her life.

The glass was all crushed, and it's only half pieced back together now.

Several days had passed since they returned to the palace, and Yuan Huan, out of consideration for him, dared not touch him.

Now, even while holding his chin, she restrained herself from using too much force, simply staring at him and saying in a flirtatious tone, "Slowly and deliberately?"

Jiang Xiyu blinked slowly, giving a seemingly alluring "hmm".

His gaze fell on Yuan Huan's lips, and he demanded, "You can only touch here."

Kill me.

Yuan Huan exhaled a breath of hot air and sighed.

He raised his hand to cup Jiang Xiyu's cheeks, as if to kiss him.

Jiang Xiyu reached out to stop him, then suddenly said in a very serious voice, "There are other people around. You should sit at this table and let me dote on you."

Yuan Huan kissed his palm and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid outsiders will see His Majesty."

Jiang Xiyu patted Yuan Huan's face and said meaningfully, "Whoever looks, I will gouge out their eyes."

Yuan Huan put his arm around his waist and smiled resignedly, then with a slight tightening of his arm, they switched positions.

He sat on the table and let Jiang Xiyu sit on his lap.

Then the two kissed again.

Hearing those ambiguous sounds, the imperial physician trembled and lay prostrate on the ground, one hand holding the other, not daring to write the characters even slightly off-center.

This scene made him feel as if he wasn't writing a secret letter, but rather a storybook.