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

When the hall fell silent again, the incense in the air seemed to have a damp smell mixed in.

When Jiang Xiyu broke free from that confinement, her lips had been sucked until they were as red as rouge, and they were still glistening with moisture.

His jade belt was a little disheveled as he walked toward the kneeling person, his eyebrows raised in a charmingly dashing manner.

Yuan Huan sat on the table with an air of authority, his robes clenched into a mess, his breathing ragged.

His face was unusually flushed, as if he were both repressed and dissatisfied. His jaw was clenched, and his gaze, like that of a beast, was greedily fixed on Jiang Xiyu's back.

He watched as Jiang Xiyu walked over, picked up the secret letter written by the imperial physician with his sword.

The paper, as light as a falling leaf, landed steadily in Jiang Xiyu's palm.

Yuan Huan then got up from the table and walked to his side to see what the imperial physician had written.

In the end, the four words written were still the ones Yuan Huan read aloud: "Daily Joy and Harmony."

Jiang Xiyu was not very satisfied.

Yuan Huan’s hoarse voice fell beside his ear and said, “How about I write it?”

He can write anything.

Jiang Xiyu shook his head without saying a word, but instead lowered his eyes and deftly plunged the sword into the hand at his feet.

Instantly, blood splattered onto the embroidered dragon shoes, and screams of pain echoed through the hall.

If a medical student cannot use these hands to save lives, then keeping them is of no use.

By the time the chief eunuch and Zhao Bai entered upon hearing the commotion, the person on the ground had already fainted under the immense pressure.

Jiang Xiyu's face, though radiant with spring, was now chilled. He uttered only a single word, "Kill," before throwing down his sword.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the hall was thoroughly cleaned.

Jiang Xiyu handed the secret note to Yuan Huan and said, "Go back."

Yuan Huan examined the four characters, raised an eyebrow, and said, "With this reply, does His Majesty intend for me to become the one who brings disaster to the country?"

Jiang Xiyu glanced at him and asked very softly, "Is it not allowed?"

Yuan Huan chuckled faintly and replied loudly, "Sure."

He pressed his advantage, saying, "Could you give me a title, at least a name?"

Jiang Xiyu sat on the daybed and calmly said, "You also want me to call you 'Beauty'?"

"beauty?"

Yuan Meiren?

This rank is a bit low.

Yuan Huan thought to himself.

Jiang Xiyu saw through it and said, "Even concubines have to be promoted step by step. Do you think you can rise to the top in one step, Your Highness?"

Yuan Huan feigned indifference: "How dare I?"

Jiang Xiyu seemed amused, and the coldness on her face faded somewhat.

Seeing him smile, Yuan Huan felt much more at ease.

A beauty is a beauty.

His rank is the highest.

No one has the ability to overtake him.

Yuan Huan sat opposite him, put away his jokes, and got down to business.

"Does Your Majesty know who is behind this?"

Jiang Xiyu looked at him, without stating it directly, but said with certainty, "You know who it is."

They were all aware of who was behind it all.

Yuan Huan's expression darkened, and after pondering for a long time, he suddenly said, "It was she who turned you into this."

They poisoned the young emperor, hollowing out his body and leaving him riddled with illness.

He was constantly tormented by the cold in his lungs, and even when he slept, he couldn't sleep soundly.

Yuan Huan clenched his fists tighter and tighter as he thought about it.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiyu remained silent for a moment, then smiled as if mocking, yet also seemingly indifferent, and said, "Misfortune and fortune are intertwined. If it weren't for this body, how could I have lured the eagle of the Northern Plains?"

For some reason, upon hearing this self-deprecating joke, Yuan Huan felt a sudden surge of complex emotions.

Indeed, the entanglement between the two began with impure desires, desires devoid of genuine affection, containing only basic human instincts. Or, to put it simply, it was a struggle for mutual benefit.

He coveted desire, and the young emperor coveted the military power in his hands.

So they exchanged.

Even now, the young emperor still believes this.

He may simply have viewed the intimacy between the two as a source of profit.

But once Yuan Huan understood his own heart, he stopped seeing it as an exchange of benefits.

Although he had said that he would let the young emperor use him, he still harbored other secret desires, hoping that the young emperor might also be a little moved and have a bit of genuine feelings for him.

But in that self-deprecating remark, he saw no emotion in the young emperor's eyes; all he saw was a cold, mocking sarcasm.

Perhaps only when he is deeply in love will a trace of affection appear in his eyes.

Ironically, even that last bit of sincerity didn't come from his heart, but from the madness in his very bones.

Yuan Huan inexplicably felt a slight difficulty breathing. His expression as he stared at Jiang Xiyu grew increasingly complex. After a long while, he said to him, seemingly very seriously, "Even without this body, Your Majesty could still seduce..."

He's not the kind of person who meddles in other people's business.

But he had compassion long ago.

Yuan Huan looked at him.

Jiang Xiyu also looked at him, propping her chin up without saying a word, her face still bearing that indifferent smile from before, as if frozen in time.

After a moment, Jiang Xiyu lowered her eyes and said nonchalantly, "Who knows?"

Yuan Huan then suddenly asked him, "Does His Majesty like me?"

Jiang Xiyu frowned and slowly raised her eyes, seemingly puzzled that Yuan Huan had asked her the same question again.

He paused for a moment, then chuckled as usual and said, "I like it."

fraud.

The tone remained unchanged, just like the young emperor's usual indifference, mockery, and perfunctory remark: "As long as it's beautiful, I like it." It was the same dismissive, nonchalant tone.

Yuan Huan looked at him intently, the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat, but in the end he couldn't help but stand up.

He felt a tightness in his chest and said, "Never mind."

"Your Majesty should rest early."

Jiang Xiyu didn't delve into the deeper meaning of his "never mind," but simply suppressed her smile and asked in surprise, "Aren't you going to stay and keep me company?"

Yuan Huan turned to look at him, a smirk playing on his lips, his tone ambiguous: "I have nothing to exchange for now..."

If there's nothing to exchange, can you still climb up?

His gaze held a barely perceptible expectation.

Jiang Xiyu stared at him without saying a word.

His question, "Won't you stay and keep me company?" was already a clear indication of his intentions.

It was too cold on the couch, and he needed Yuan Huan's warmth. Why was he talking about exchanging things now, especially since he had already given it to him just now?

Jiang Xiyu frowned even more deeply, seemingly puzzled.

But in Yuan Huan's eyes, such silence was a disguised rejection.

Without exchanging items, you can't climb up.

A subtle, deathly silence fell over the atmosphere, and the lingering warmth seemed to have dissipated.

Yuan Huan's heat cooled for a moment. After a long while, he lowered his eyes like a defeated eagle, turned his back and said indifferently, "I have some matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first."

Without waiting for Jiang Xiyu's reaction, he left.

Jiang Xiyu turned her head to look in the direction he left, somewhat lost in thought.

After dealing with the people waiting outside the palace, Zhao Bai and the Grand Eunuch exchanged a knowing glance at the sky, guessing that the Crown Prince probably wouldn't come out tonight.

Just as the chief eunuch was about to order the eunuch to close the palace door, Yuan Huan emerged from the palace with a cold and imposing aura.

The head eunuch was somewhat surprised and quickly stepped forward to greet him, saying, "Your Highness, what brings you out?"

Yuan Huan didn't speak, but strode outside.

Zhao Bai sensed something unusual, nodded to the chief eunuch, and then followed after him.

As Yuan Huan reached the corner, a thunderclap seemed to strike his mind, causing him to abruptly stop in his tracks.

Zhao Bai, who was running over, almost bumped into him. Seeing him stop, she couldn't help but ask, panting, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Yuan Huan's fist, hanging by his side, trembled slightly. After slowly relaxing, he tried to turn around and walk back.

He was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

Perhaps because he had expectations for the young emperor, his heart would inexplicably begin to compete.

But he was so weak, and his body was so cold.

Yuan Jiuge, what the hell are you arguing about?

If he doesn't sleep well and catches a cold because it's too cold, you'll really be doomed.

Besides, he's still young; he doesn't understand.

How could you do this?

Yuan Huan started to worry again.

He tried his best to ignore the bitterness in his heart, took a deep breath, turned around and strode back.

But when he reached the outside of the bedchamber, the door was already closed and the lights inside were off.

Darkness swallowed this place, with only the bright moon hanging high overhead offering some light.

However, the frost that fell was unexpectedly cold, and Yuan Huan froze, completely stiff.

It's hard to describe how I felt at that moment; there was disappointment, regret, and even more resentment...

Blaming yourself.

Falling for the young emperor is a bittersweet affair, didn't you already know that?

Why did you come out? Why didn't you stay with him?

What's wrong with exchanging?

An exchange... is fine too.

Yuan Huan, when did you become so petty...?