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

"Your Majesty, is the music pleasant to listen to?"

Jiang Xiyu nodded casually and said, "It sounds nice."

Yuan Huan's gaze fell aggressively on his face again, and he said in a flat tone, "Is that woman beautiful?"

Jiang Xiyu smiled casually and said softly, "Beautiful."

Yuan Huan was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Should we have her serve us in bed?"

The tone was calm, and there was no sense of offense in it.

Jiang Xiyu sensed a hint of danger and simply uttered a single word: "No."

He raised his eyes, looked at Yuan Huan, and said, "Does the Crown Prince wish to serve you in bed?"

Yuan Huan's breath hitched, and his emotions surged.

Damn it, who knows how much he misses the little emperor?

For more than ten days, he really hasn't had a single good night's sleep.

He also realized that the young emperor was indeed angry, but whenever he tried to ingratiate himself, the young emperor would only give a fake smile. Yuan Huan was afraid that he would be even more unhappy, so in the end he only dared to watch from afar.

Now that the young emperor had taken the initiative to ask him, Yuan Huan felt an urge to rush over and hug him immediately.

I just want to hug him, I really, really want to.

So he asked, "Is it possible?"

Can I hug you?

Jiang Xiyu remained silent, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.

Yuan Huan couldn't decipher the meaning behind that smile; all he could see were the captivating upturned eyes.

So the other party's silence was like a sweet and painful torment, and Yuan Huan was deeply tormented by it until he finally reached a point where he was about to break down. Jiang Xiyu then slowly refused him with a forced smile and said, "No."

Yuan Huan was taken aback.

Before he could react, Jiang Xiyu rubbed his temples and said, "You may leave now, I need to rest."

After saying this, Jiang Xiyu turned to the head eunuch and ordered, "Go and call her over."

This "she" refers to Li Qingluan.

Yuan Huan snapped back to reality, and the enthusiasm he had felt from talking to the young emperor instantly cooled down.

He didn't speak, but his sharp gaze swept over the chief eunuch.

The chief eunuch sensed the murderous intent from inside and was so frightened that he dared not take a step.

Jiang Xiyu acted as if she hadn't seen him and said, "What are you standing there for?"

Yuan Huan stared intently at him, his pupils seemingly splitting open for a moment.

He didn't even know what he was saying anymore, only muttering, "Just because I had a little tantrum, you can't call someone else over..."

"Why not?"

Jiang Xiyu suppressed her smile and asked a question in return, her gaze suddenly drifting elsewhere.

He remained silent for a long time before letting out a soft sigh. Finally, he said to Yuan Huan, word by word, "Yuan Huan, there are some boundaries between you and me that cannot be crossed. Do you understand?"

We must not cross the line.

You should know that what's between you and me is just a transaction.

The affection you desire, I cannot give you.

I also hope you won't remain stubbornly ignorant.

Yuan Huan understood what they meant.

His expression suddenly changed, and he remained silent for a long time without uttering a single word.

His hands, hanging by his sides, were clenched into fists, the veins showing that he was enduring it to the extreme.

It felt as if something was burrowing into his flesh, spreading a dense, bone-eating pain.

The atmosphere was deathly silent. As their eyes met, Yuan Huan was the first to smile, but the smile was hardly attractive, and even his tone of voice was rather strained.

He looked at Jiang Xiyu and asked in a hoarse voice, "What constitutes crossing the line?... I don't understand."

"How could that be?" Jiang Xiyu smiled slightly, a hint of cruelty in his smile, and then said very softly, "You understand."

His gaze fell on Yuan Huan's chest.

That thing that crossed the line was hidden beneath his chest.

Yuan Huan also smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. However, when a sour feeling welled up, his eyes reddened uncontrollably.

For some reason, it wasn't until this moment that he truly realized he had never actually met this person.

On those nights, he held him tightly in his arms.

He tried to warm him with his own body heat, but he couldn't get him warm no matter what he did.

It turns out it wasn't that he wasn't working hard enough, but rather that the young emperor was inherently aloof.

He was still captivated by those moist eyes, feeling that the man was innocent and lovable, and for a moment, his heartbeat was the same as his.

In fact, that's not the case at all.

All that gentleness was a facade; the young emperor was always clear-headed and ruthless.

At least, the words I said to him at that moment were incredibly painful.

His calmness seemed to mock him, making Yuan Huan realize that the only one who wasn't clear-headed was himself.

Yuan Huan took a deep breath, and the breath seemed to transform into blades.

"Your Majesty, how heartless you are." He finally couldn't hold back, the words seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth, his clenched fists cracking.

He couldn't help but wonder, was he trying to cross the line?

After a long time, he thought of something.

Yes, that's what he thought.

If he had absolutely no genuine feelings for the young emperor, the deal would be much simpler.

He could be used by the young emperor without a care, and if he grew tired of him in the future, he could easily walk away.

However, the most terrifying thing is that something else can arise from the transaction.

It makes genuine feelings seem insincere, and feigned intentions seem insincere.

The truth and the falsehood were mixed together, and he himself could hardly tell the difference anymore.

Unfortunately, this deadly thing is something he can't control even if he wants to.

Because of this affection, he felt both love and jealousy, and in the end, he had to be extremely careful even when he spoke.

I'm afraid of annoying him, afraid of making him angry.

When has Yuan Huan ever been so restrained?

This thought caused a surge of emotions that had been building up for a long time to unexpectedly surface.

“The seventeenth,” Yuan Huan suddenly said slowly, “For the past seventeen days, you have treated me like I don’t exist.”

He stared at Jiang Xiyu, his expression so deep it was chilling.

The other person's composure made him seem utterly ridiculous.

He could still summon his concubines; in the young emperor's heart, Yuan Huan truly held no weight.

Yuan Huan felt as if he could taste blood between his lips and teeth.

He remained silent for a long time, but could not suppress his jealousy any longer, and blurted out, "It seems like anyone can be with Your Majesty, but has Your Majesty forgotten that what you want is with me?"

Jiang Xiyu's expression turned slightly cold as he said, "Are you threatening me?"

Yuan Huan looked at him with an unreadable disappointment in his eyes. After a long while, his tone suddenly became somewhat ethereal and gentle, but it was so ethereal that it seemed indifferent.

He countered, "Why does Your Majesty feel that I am threatening you?"

The irritation in her heart made Jiang Xiyu's eyes show some impatience.

When he's happy, he doesn't care about the consequences.

But he was unhappy at the moment, so Yuan Huan's words sounded no different from a threat to him.

Jiang Xiyu emphasized, his voice deep: "Yuan Huan, I have already made myself clear to you, you'd better take it back..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Huan suddenly interrupted him.

He seemed unwilling to listen to Jiang Xiyu's explanation, only giving a mocking chuckle before telling him, "Your Majesty can rest assured!"

His tone held a hint of anger.

"This deal must go on; I have plenty to give you."

"Your Majesty probably can't do much with 100,000 troops, so it's best if Your Majesty doesn't seek help from others before our deal is finalized."

He stared at Jiang Xiyu, his expression unusually sinister and ruthless: "Otherwise, I don't know what I would do."

Hearing that contemptuous tone, Jiang Xiyu immediately slammed his hand on the armrest in a rage, stood up, and shouted, "Yuan Huan, how dare you!"

An unspeakable hostility suddenly arose between the two, and the atmosphere in the hall seemed to drop to freezing point. A suffocating pressure descended, and the chief eunuch knelt on the ground with a "plop" and begged for calm.

The chief eunuch couldn't understand why the two, who had been getting along so well just a while ago and were even joking and pleading with each other just a moment ago, were now so hostile towards each other.

They even exchanged harsh words.

He tried his best to wink at Yuan Huan, signaling him not to speak to His Majesty like that.

Such rude words are a challenge to His Majesty's dignity as an emperor.

Even though His Majesty has lost power so much, he cannot allow anyone to be so presumptuous.

Jiang Xiyu was furious. His chest heaved violently, and he staggered half a step before falling onto the couch.

The hem of her dress was scattered and disheveled, like clouds and mist.

He fell there, his eyes wet, as if he had suffered a severe injury.

Yuan Huan's eyes widened in shock, and his heart ached as if it had been pierced by a needle.

He walked hurriedly and immediately went forward to help him.

Jiang Xiyu's knuckles turned white as he gripped the armrest. He pointed to the door and said coldly, "Get out! Get out of here! I don't want to see you."

As he spoke, he picked up something nearby and threw it.

The thing didn't hurt at all when it hit him, but Yuan Huan felt like all the blood in his upper body was draining away.

His hand, which was outstretched in mid-air, remained still for a long time until his arm went numb.

His gaze lingered on Jiang Xiyu, his thin lips pressed together as if he were about to bite them until they bled.

In the end, he was defeated and lowered his hands under Jiang Xiyu's indifferent gaze.

Yuan Huan's throat trembled, and his voice was somewhat broken as he said, "Don't be angry... I'll leave..."

Yuan Huan walked to the palace entrance, paused for a moment, then subtly tilted his head and said, "Don't look for anyone else..."

The sound was very soft, almost silent.

No one noticed the plea within, nor did anyone taste the barely audible grievances.