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

Having not seen her for some time, Jiang Xiyu kept her there and had her play a pipa piece.

Li Qingluan sat at the lower end, holding a pipa and covering half her face, occasionally glancing up at the person seated above.

She had actually heard those rumors, and she didn't understand why His Majesty, the supreme ruler, would have that kind of relationship with the Crown Prince of Kitahara.

She also wondered, what about men and men...?

Is it really possible?

Jiang Xiyu noticed her gaze, looked down at her, and asked in a soft, almost gentle tone, "What's wrong?"

Li Qingluan was startled by the tone and accidentally played the wrong note.

The originally beautiful and melodious pipa music was abruptly cut off.

She immediately stood up in a panic, clutching her pipa, intending to kneel down and beg for forgiveness.

Jiang Xiyu raised her hand to stop her, and said with a faint smile, "It's alright."

His Majesty's tone was so gentle, and his face was so refined and elegant.

When he looks at me, it's as if something gentle and persistent lingers in my heart.

Li Qingluan's heart trembled for a moment, but she was also saddened that such a handsome emperor could like both women and men.

None of that really mattered, but the man was someone none of them dared to offend.

Ever since His Majesty returned from the spring hunt, a falcon has always been perched beside him.

Any concubine who dared to approach was scared away by the hawk, especially since the hawk's owner always stayed by the emperor's side.

These concubines had no chance to get close at all.

It was only after she overheard that His Majesty was no longer as fond of the Crown Prince, and was even somewhat neglecting him, that Li Qingluan dared to come out.

Her aunt, the Empress Dowager, was urging her very urgently, and she was no longer willing to wait.

Even if she couldn't win His Majesty's favor, she still wanted to climb onto that dragon bed.

Only by conceiving the emperor's child can she enjoy wealth and honor for the rest of her life.

After thinking it through, Li Qingluan hesitated for a moment, then a smile slowly appeared on her charming face.

She spoke softly, her voice so gentle it seemed to melt away all her tears.

"Your Majesty, let me play a piece for you again."

Jiang Xiyu sat there looking at her, and nodded in agreement.

He watched for a while, then lazily looked away, seemingly lost in thought.

Li Qingluan's appearance was too coincidental, so Jiang Xiyu wanted to see what she was up to.

In addition, he couldn't sleep well at night, so he allowed her to accompany him from behind.

As a result, Li Qingluan remained obedient and compliant for two consecutive days.

Jiang Xiyu gently stroked her knee with her fingertips.

Lost in thought, he seemed slightly absent-minded.

Li Qingluan glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and slowly made up her mind.

Not long after, the melodious sound of a pipa rang out again in the hall.

The melodious tune seemed to drift on the wind outside the palace towards the drill ground outside the imperial palace.

In the training ground, a group of guards who had been trained lay on the ground groaning and cursing.

They might not get trained more than a few times a year, but it's been especially frequent these past two weeks. No one knows where the young master's temper comes from, but it's really tough on them.

Yuan Huan twisted his neck and said coldly, "Get up."

"Your Highness, it's really not going to work..."

"Yeah, ouch, ouch, it feels like I have a fracture..."

"Your Highness, please spare us..."

The more they talked, the more they wailed and howled.

Yuan Huan lost his patience, wiped his sweat, and looked towards the direction of the young emperor's palace.

The young emperor ignored him for more than ten days, and he felt extremely uncomfortable, as if ants were biting him.

No matter how much he tried to please the young emperor, he simply refused to give him a kind look.

He's a big, burly guy; he's never learned how to coax people.

So every time I went up to them, I ended up getting a face full of embarrassment.

Yuan Huan couldn't help but curse himself in his heart again.

Why the hell are you being so stubborn? Now look what's happened, the little emperor is giving you the cold shoulder.

You can beg and plead, but it won't help!

Yuan Huan grew angrier the more he thought about it, and said to the guards below the stage who were watching the spectacle with trepidation, "Who else wants to come up? Whoever can get me injured, I'll give them two days off."

The guards looked at each other, but none of them dared to step forward.

Yuan Huan'an looked rather unwell, so he simply ordered a few himself.

The sounds of fists and kicks, and cries of pain, were incessant.

Not far away, Zhao Bai and Le Yuan had already kept their distance, afraid that they might be dragged over to spar with them if they weren't careful.

Looking at the miserable state of his brothers, Le Yuan sighed and said, "Why is the young master still in such a bad mood?"

Zhao Bai said, "I estimate that the Crown Prince has not yet won His Majesty's favor."

"They've been in a cold war for half a month, and they still haven't made up?" Le Yuan was a little confused, and looked at him and said, "Tell me, what exactly did the Crown Prince do? His Majesty won't even let him climb onto the bed anymore."

“Look at the dark circles under the prince’s eyes, they’re almost darker than Garuda’s.”

Zhao Bai listened to these blunt words with some helplessness. After a long while, he said solemnly, "Your Highness seems to be taking this very seriously."

Upon hearing this, Le Yuan remarked with admiration, "This is no ordinary level of seriousness."

They glanced at the time and realized it was getting late, so they decided to go up and remind them.

At this moment, a guard who was standing guard in front of the emperor as an informant came over and said, "My lords, something has happened."

Le Yuan asked curiously, "What's going on?"

The guard replied, "His Majesty has summoned the beauty."

Enraged, Le Yuan blurted out, "Who's so reckless as to dare compete with our Crown Prince for the Emperor's favor?"

Zhao Bai gestured for him to tone it down.

Le Yuan then dismissed the servants.

The two exchanged glances, and Le Yuanxian said, "Why don't we tell the prince? Neither of us said anything yesterday, and if we don't say anything today, the prince will find out and we'll be in big trouble."

Fearing the prince's anger, they didn't report back yesterday. Luckily, that beauty left quickly; if the prince had seen her, he would have torn her to pieces.

Zhao Bai nodded in agreement.

The two walked over, and Yuan Huan knocked down everyone on the stage.

Le Yuan quickly handed over a handkerchief and told him that His Majesty had summoned a beauty.

Yuan Huan wiped it haphazardly for a while, and his expression suddenly turned ugly.

He cursed and headed towards the imperial palace. Halfway there, he shouted, "Where is Garuda?"

Le Yuan, who was following behind, said, "Perhaps they went hunting near the palace again."

Yuan Huan: "Useless thing, can't even keep an eye on a person."

"..."

By the time Yuan Huan arrived outside the palace, the pipa music had already stopped for quite some time.

The eunuch had just seen Consort Li off when he saw the young master arrive, and was immediately startled.

He thought to himself, "Luckily, I delivered it quickly."

Otherwise, the prince's gaze would surely be enough to devour someone.

Yuan Huan had learned to follow the rules these past few days. Even though he was impatient to go in, he still pretended to tell the eunuch, "Go in and announce that I request to see His Majesty."

The eunuch quickly responded and headed into the hall without delay.

A moment later, he came out again and invited Yuan Huan inside.

When Yuan Huan entered, Jiang Xiyu was wearing a white robe with layers like clouds and mist, sitting on the Luohan bed. Perhaps he hadn't eaten properly, because his face was even paler and he looked a little thin.

Especially when they are quiet and dozing off with their heads propped up in a lazy posture, their outlines become even more distinct, and their noble and elegant appearance is even more eye-catching.

The young emperor is becoming increasingly sleepy. Sometimes when Yuan Huan comes over, he is either sleeping or about to sleep.

Even when she does talk to him, it's just a perfunctory exchange before she says she needs to rest, using that as an excuse to avoid him.

Yuan Huan didn't want to upset him anymore, so he was content to see him once a day.

I was thinking of taking him out to play when he calmed down.

Unexpectedly, the anger only grew stronger. Yuan Huan, who was usually able to withstand anything even if the sky were to fall, was now experiencing the horror of the Cold War and was finding it hard to hold on.

"Your Majesty, the Crown Prince has arrived," the chief eunuch whispered.

Jiang Xiyu then lifted her eyes.

The emperor had a very arrogant air about him, and Yuan Huan smiled and respectfully gave him a deep bow.

Jiang Xiyu didn't look at him, and asked in a calm voice, "What business does the Crown Prince have with me?"

Yuan Huan did not reply, because his gaze was fixed on the stool in the middle of the hall that had not yet been moved, and he knew that the person had just played the instrument there.

Yuan Huan suppressed his inner turmoil and, after a moment, said with a forced smile, "Your Majesty is in high spirits."

Jiang Xiyu didn't try to hide anything. Seeing that he was alright, she dismissed him, saying, "If there's nothing else, you may leave."

Yuan Huan retorted, "Why doesn't His Majesty even look at me?"

Jiang Xiyu said, "What's so interesting about the Crown Prince?"

Yuan Huan: "If Your Majesty doesn't watch it, how will you know if it's good or not?"

He hadn't seen the little emperor's mischievous eyes for many days, and he missed him terribly.

Jiang Xiyu, however, did not agree with him and calmly said, "If there's nothing else, go out. It's really bothering you."

Women don't bother me, but he does as soon as he comes.

What's so appealing about those pipa sounds that supposedly make people want to hang themselves?

Yuan Huan laughed in anger and said, "I will not leave unless Your Majesty looks at me."

He really does have the ability to stay put.

Jiang Xiyu knew this, so she raised her eyes.

Yuan Huan's gaze traveled upwards from Jiang Xiyu's toes, as if peeling back his outer garment, gliding over the delicate skin, and finally greedily settling on Jiang Xiyu's eyes.

Their eyes met, and Jiang Xiyu felt a sudden heat rising within her from the intensity in his gaze.

Yuan Huan paused for a moment, then asked in a deliberately serious tone, "Your Majesty, is the music pleasant to listen to?"